On the fifteenth day after Han Huiqing disappeared, a servant of the Han family accidentally knocked over a vase in Han Huiqing's study, and accidentally found something similar to a suicide note in the vase.

Because the scroll is made of bamboo slips and all the fonts are carved on them, the handwriting cannot be compared.

But one of the points mentioned by Han Huiqing in the letter made Hanxiang confirm that this letter was left by Han Huiqing.

After Hanxiang read the bamboo slips, she immediately burned them, as if there was some ulterior secret hidden in the bamboo slips. After that, she went to report to the official in person, saying that Han Huiqing had left a suicide note, saying that she was going to Fenghuang Mountain.

There he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff and asked the government to send people to search for him at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain.

One day later, Han Huiqing's bloated and decayed body was transported to the capital. At this point, Han Huiqing's life and death were no longer a mystery.

Han Huiqing was dead, and Feng Hongluan could not hide this news from Han Jia.

How could she hide it from Han Jia family? Not only would she not hide it from Han Jia family, she would also tell Han Jia family this "good news" personally.

*

In the east wing of Prince Jin's Mansion, the obviously old ten-year-old Han Jia was trembling when she saw Feng Hongluan's appearance.

Feng Hongluan curled her lips and smiled, then sat down leisurely and looked at Han Jia with a smile, which actually made Han Jia a little creepy.

"grandmother!"

Feng Hongluan opened her thin lips lightly and called her affectionately, making Han Jia shiver with fright.

With her sophistication, how could she not know that the more innocent Feng Hongluan smiles, the more darkness is hidden deep in her smile.

"Are you going to torture me again?"

"Torture?" Feng Hongluan smiled, flicked the wrinkles on the tablecloth with her sleeves, and said, "What are you talking about, grandma? I just came to see you and bring you good news."

Han Jia looked at Feng Hongluan warily.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

She got up and walked step by step in front of Han Jia. It seemed that Yang Yun really lived up to her trust. Looking at Han Jia's red and swollen face, she knew that Yang Yun had taken good care of Han Jia.

Feng Hongluan didn't feel any compassion in her heart. She let the old woman live just to see how she was tortured and how she was punished a hundred or even a thousand times for her past.

"I said I'm here to bring you good news, grandma. Of course, there's also bad news. Grandma, which one do you want to hear first?"

Han Jia's old eyes looked at the approaching Feng Hongluan with some fear.

"Speak directly if you have something to say."

"It is said that there is no luck if something is sweet first and then bitter. Only those who are bitter first and then sweet are blessed. Grandma looks like she is a blessed old man. So I will tell you the bad news first and then the good news."

Feng Hongluan curled up her lips, smiling a bit evilly, which made Han Jia feel even more terrified.

But I heard Feng Hongluan say: "The bad news is that the child in Hanxiang's belly is coming out in the next few days. That child may be a boy."

Han Jia was overjoyed, and immediately her expression changed: "What do you want to do to the child?"

Bad news, since it was bad news, she thought that Feng Hongluan would never let this child go.

With a chuckle, Feng Hongluan shook her head: "I won't do anything to this child. This child is already pitiful enough."

"What's the meaning?"

Han Jia's heart skipped a beat. Feng Hongluan slowly stroked the carved stone beside the bed and said softly: "Becoming a posthumous child before he was born, do you think it's pitiful or not?"

Han Jia thought she had heard wrongly and did not react at all.

It wasn't until she saw the smile on Feng Hongluan's lips that her face suddenly turned pale: "You, what did you say?"

"Hey, grandma, what's wrong with you? You should be happy, shouldn't you? That unfilial son abandoned you, grandma, who gave birth to him and raised him when he became famous. He died. Isn't he worthy of his death? Isn't it great news?"

Feng Hongluan's tone was pretending to be surprised and sinister. Seeing Han Jia almost collapsed and fainted, she felt very happy when she thought that her mother and father had been slandered, abused and humiliated by Han Jia.

As for Han Jia, she almost fell into madness at this moment.

"You're lying, no, no, you're lying, aren't you!" Holding her head, tears fell down her old face.

Feng Hongluan pretended to be shy and stepped forward to support her shaky body, pretending to be ignorant and said: "Grandma, what's going on? When you came to seek refuge with me, didn't it mean that Han Huiqing kicked you out? Han Huiqing kicked you out.

Are you not filial to you? What should an unfilial son do with you? Just like my mother went against your wishes and you wanted to curse her to death day and night. Shouldn't you also curse your son to death? What's going on now?

You started crying, were you too happy? Wept with joy?"

"Go away, go away!" Han Jia couldn't stand Feng Hongluan's verbal stimulation anymore and pushed Feng Hongluan away. However, her strength was no match for Feng Hongluan.

Feng Hongluan didn't even stagger, she stood firmly on the spot, her hands still "filially" supporting Han Jia who was about to faint.

"Grandma, your tears are not because you are crying with joy, but because you are sad! Yes, after all, you only have one son, Han Huiqing, and he is a descendant of your Han family. Then I will change what I said. Han Huiqing's death is bad news.

, you will be able to hold your grandson soon, this is great news!"

"Go away, go away!" At this moment, the heart-rending pain almost overwhelmed Han Jia. Her whole body was filled with anger and grief. She wanted to kill Feng Hongluan so much. She wanted to kill Feng Hongluan so much.

Got this person.

"It's you, it's you, isn't it? It's you?"

She grabbed Feng Hongluan by the collar and roared, as if she wanted to crush Feng Hongluan.

Feng Hongluan curled her lips and admitted generously: "Others don't know, but you are my grandmother, you can know."

Leaning over and close to Han Jia's ear, she only heard her smile sweetly: "Haha, that's the right answer, grandma!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

She just felt a volcanic eruption of angry flames spurting up from the bottom of her heart, almost burning her heart, liver, spleen and stomach. She wanted to kill this vicious woman, she wanted to kill this vicious woman who was ruthless and unscrupulous.

She rushed towards Feng Hongluan with her bare hands. Han Huiqing was dead, so she might have some meaning.

She showed some skills, and she was no match for Feng Hongluan. She easily clamped down on Feng Hongluan with the back of her two hands, and cut the words behind her back. Looking at her twisted face with pain and hatred, Feng Hongluan burst out laughing, laughing so wildly.

, Presumptuous: "Hahaha, haha, grandma, don't worry, the days are long, and you are no match for me now. I suggest you stay in the green hills and slowly plan how to retaliate against me. Of course, you can also let your son die.

, but the day you die is also the day your grandson is buried with you. You have to think about it, that is the only bloodline of your Han family, and that is the only seed left by your uncle."

She can't survive and is so angry that she has no way to survive. This is exactly what Han Jia is talking about today. A surge of blood is rising. Han Jia only feels her body staggering. The scenery in front of her begins to blur. She is filled with anger, grief and indignation. She is old.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he suddenly collapsed in front of Feng Hongluan.

The moment she fell, Feng Hongluan suppressed the smile on her face, and put a light layer of ridicule on the corners of her mouth.

When they came out of the east wing, Yang Yun was waiting outside. Feng Hongluan looked into Yang Yun's eyes and said without hesitation: "If you heard it, just pretend you didn't hear it. I think you should know what to do."

Yang Yun's face was a little pale. She had always thought that Feng Hongluan was a gentle master, but just now she heard with her own ears how cruel and cold Feng Hongluan was. In her heart, in addition to being grateful to Feng Hongluan, she was even more grateful.

With a sense of awe, she had always felt that the woman in front of her was far less innocent than she appeared to be, and it turned out to be true.

Han Huiqing's death was actually her fault.

"Yes, Master, this slave knows."

However, Yang Yun knew that the warning given by the princess was also a way to survive. She didn't listen to what she shouldn't listen to, and didn't remember what she shouldn't remember. She only knew to do what the princess told her, and the rest, she

Don't know at all.

Feng Hongluan did not shy away from Yang Yun about this matter, also because she knew that although Yang Yun was not as trustworthy as Liu Xiang, Yang Yun was also a woman who knew current affairs.

Some things, if they don't rot in the stomach, then they will rot in the stomach. Thinking about this, Yang Yun understands this truth and doesn't need her to teach her.

*

The weather was sunny on the day Hanxiang gave birth.

Feng Hongluan stood outside the delivery room, smiling brightly as she listened to the hoarse screams in the room.

An hour later, a loud cry came from the room, the door opened, and the midwife held a bloody baby that had not been washed yet and gave it to her, saying congratulations: "Congratulations to the princess, congratulations to the princess, you are a fat boy."

Feng Hongluan smiled softly, but her eyes did not fall on the child, but on the screen in the delivery room behind the child: "How is the child's mother?"

The midwife hurriedly said: "The mother and child are safe. They fainted from exhaustion. Princess, while the old ladies give the baby a bath, would you like to go and see the mother?"

Feng Hongluan shook her head: "No, I'll go to the front hall and wait for a while. She fainted and couldn't talk to me. Besides, I'm not familiar with her."

The midwife was a little embarrassed when she heard this. Also, why did she ask a dignified Princess of Jin to visit a concubine who was not her maid? It was really offensive.

However, judging from the princess's mood, I wouldn't argue with her.

After hurriedly carrying the child in to clean up, Feng Hongluan, accompanied by Xiaofu, went to the front hall of Han Mansion.

Although Han Huiqing became the Minister of Rites, her tenure was still short. For the sake of her career, she did not dare to fish in troubled waters like those old fritters in the court. Compared with the Jin Palace, Han Huiqing was really shabby, and Han Huiqing didn't even think about it.

No matter how many valuable things were left behind, this child couldn't live on Hanxiang alone.

Therefore, if it cannot be maintained, there is no need to maintain it with fragrance.

Turning back, she glanced at the house behind her. Her curved lips were smiling brightly.

Hanxiang died not because of dystocia, but because she bit her tongue and committed suicide after waking up and leaving a bloody note behind.

When the servants found out, the midwife was outside taking care of the baby, but inside the house, Han Xiang had already died, and her mouth was full of blood, which was shocking.

The midwife found the blood book in Hanxiang's hand. She didn't know much but she could read it. On the blood book were the words "I will go to hell with you".

It seems that this nameless girl from the first marriage was a person who valued love and justice, and she actually committed suicide for Master Han.

For a moment, it made a room full of maids and women cry.

Hanxiang died, and the child lost his father and mother. However, the child still had a cousin.
To be continued...