The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

Thinking of the child in her womb, Xia Yan's heart felt like a knife was being twisted. The child stayed in her womb for so long, and it seemed that she was about to give birth, but died halfway. And, it's still a boy! What will happen when Jiang Quan finds out? She must be very disappointed, how could she tell him the news? If I told him, wouldn't the bastard in Hongying's belly be more like a fish in water. When her child dies, she must be buried with that bastard Hongying!

Lin Lang stepped forward timidly: "Madam, can you tell me from the second lady..."

"Don't tell her I have a miscarriage," Xia Yan said with difficulty: "You just said that there is something wrong with the silk thread, and told her not to use it." Xia Yan said with anger, "If anyone knows about this, your family's lives will be lost." It won't be guaranteed."

Fei Cui and Lin Lang were startled, they both lowered their heads and said, "Servants understand."

"Go away." Xia Yan obviously didn't want to talk anymore, when Fei Cui and Lin Lang were about to step back, Lin Lang suddenly asked cautiously: "Then... what about the young master's corpse?"

Xia Yan was taken aback, and looked out the window. She might not be able to keep it for a long time in this weather, but looking at the bloody thing in the tub, she felt annoyed for no reason. Immediately, she sneered: "It's dead, so of course I threw it out." She turned her head away in disgust: "Do it cleanly, and don't be caught by others."

Both Fei Cui and Lin Lang were heartbroken, their own flesh and blood, Xia Yan's behavior was really chilling. But right now there is really no other way. They didn't understand what Xia Yan's idea was, so they had no choice but to go out.

Xia Yan was lying on the boat, a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of his eye. She turned sideways, the tears disappeared quietly, and a trace of malice flashed in her eyes.

Her child ended up with such a tragic death, the bastard in Hongying's belly must be a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than him!

...

At night, a small room in Yanhuayuan lit up the lights. It was rainy weather, but there was still some wind at night, which made the candlelight faltering, making it flickering and ghostly.

A woman's voice sounded: "How is that thing handled?"

"For fear of being suspected, I wrapped it in burlap. It was handled very cleanly, and no one noticed." Another person replied in a low voice.

"That's good, hey, looking at the gloomy sky tonight, I feel weird, tell me, maybe it's a wronged soul..."

"Go, go, what are you talking about late at night?" The voice of the servant girl seemed to be very taboo, and hurriedly interrupted the other person, saying: "It's so late, since everything has been dealt with, I'll go back first. "

"Okay." Another voice replied, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving. The candlelight in the room slightly illuminated the person in front of the table, who was Lin Lang, Xia Yan's personal maid. Today she handed over the dead baby to a nanny in the house, she only said that the unclean maid in the courtyard gave birth to her dirty body outside, and asked people to hand over the things and bury them far away. Although this matter was a bit taboo, Lin Lang gave the old woman a lot of money, and the old woman accepted it.

Obviously everything was done properly, but Lin Lang somehow always felt uneasy in her heart, as if something was about to happen. However, Xia Yan couldn't do without people now, she pretended that she had never had a miscarriage, and continued to raise the fetus as if it was stable, but Lin Lang had to cook tonic for her miscarriage body.

After the woman separated from Lin Lang, she smiled and went to touch her heavy purse. Although Lin Lang gave enough money, the dead baby could still be sold for a good price. The Zihe cart attached to the dead baby is a good thing, and there is a medicine shop in the capital that is doing this kind of business in private. On weekdays, dead babies are collected and sold to others. The women in the mansion often need to use Zihe carts to improve their beauty. However, Zihe carts are bloody things after all.

Today, this old lady got the dead baby from Lin Lang, and then sold it to the pharmacy, and then received two pieces of silver. How unhappy, she immediately went out to buy wine and eat with great interest.

In Suxin Garden, Butterfly held a glass bowl of exquisite clarity and handed it to Jiang Susu who was on the couch: "Girl, drink it while it's hot."

The bowl was steaming hot, but it had a disgusting color. Although the aroma was tangy, it also made people feel stuffy in their stomachs for no reason.

Jiang Susu put down the newly bought rouge, took the glass bowl in Butterfly's hand nonchalantly, stirred it lightly with a jade spoon, and said casually: "Today again?"

"There are very few in Beijing these days. The shopkeeper of the pharmacy said that it was newly harvested today, and it is very fresh. The servants spent twenty taels of silver to buy it back." Butterfly said with an unchanged expression.

"Understood, later you go to the account to get the money." Jiang Susu picked up the bowl to the tip of his nose, sniffed lightly, showing an intoxicated expression. It has not been a day or two since she ate Zihe Che. Thanks to Zihe Che, the scars on her face healed so quickly. This thing is precious but not often found. Others are afraid of blood, but she is not. For this face, what are these? After all, even the chicken blood has been broken recently, and her face must be even more glamorous. It seems that it is time to come out for a walk.

Jiang Susu picked up the bowl and tasted the delicacies slowly, but the butterfly on the side was trying to resist vomiting in her heart. In the pile of sundries at the door of the maidservant's room in Suxinyuan, there was a piece of cloth lying quietly, looking at the cloth that should be wrapped in something, it was a coarse cloth with some dark brown stains on it.

...

Afraid of catching cold at night, dewdrops covered the windows, leaving a small gap, so that too much cold wind would not flow in, and the room could breathe a little. The weather is cool today, so there is no need to use ice. Tianzhu walked in from the outside, walked to Jiang Ruan who was about to go to bed, and whispered a few words to her, Jiang Ruan's eyes flashed, and she smiled slightly: "So that's what happened."

Tianzhu couldn't help but frowned, Xia Yan asked people to send the dead baby she gave birth to for disposal, but by accident, it was bought back by the people of Suxinyuan. That Jiang Susu ate his own brother's Zihe cart, and when he thought of this, he felt horrified.

Jiang Ruan said: "The world has its own karma."

Tianzhu said: "Xia Yan concealed the news of the miscarriage, is it possible that he also wants to embezzle the old?"

"Having suffered such a big loss, how can Xia Yan be willing? If it's a good-hearted one, wouldn't it appear that she is too good-hearted?" She brushed back the broken hair that was in front of her eyes, and her earlobes became more and more white as jade.

"That girl...?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head and said: "Don't worry, she is staring at Hongying now, why doesn't Hongying bite her firmly? Let's just sit and watch the show." Until the time to make a move, she will not act rashly.

Tianzhu thought for a while, and went out accordingly.

After Tianzhu went out, Jiang Ruan pressed his forehead, and sat thinking for a while. Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a soft sound from the window behind him, and then a familiar voice sounded: "... Jiang Da Miss."