Doctor Lin shook his head in horror, "Back to the old lady, the third lady is indeed out of breath, according to my diagnosis, she drowned." ”

"Drowning?" As soon as Dr. Lin's voice fell, the old lady felt that her eyes were dark, and her body shook a few times, if it wasn't for Su Ying and the maids to support her in time, I am afraid that she would faint directly to the ground.

Su Ying wiped her tears and persuaded softly, "Mother, the festival is smooth." ”

"Which maid accompanied the third lady just now, where did the third lady go, why did she suddenly drown?" The eldest lady asked sharply in a more calm manner than everyone else.

"It's the slave Bai Ling who accompanies the third lady." On the side, the panicked little maid ran out with her head bowed in fear, kneeling on the ground to answer.

The eldest lady's eyes flashed, staring at the maid on the ground, and said, "Tell me, what happened just now?" ”

"Yes." The little maid named Bai Ling's face was as pale as paper, and described the situation of Fang Cai, "Previously, the third lady personally accepted two pairs of soles and sent them to the third lady, and after returning from the third lady, she passed through this pool, and the third lady saw that the lotus flowers by the pond were blooming well, and said that she would personally pick two flowers and send them to the old lady, and the slave and maid went to find the hook pole that could hook the lotus branch, who knows, when the slave and maid found the hook pole and came back, the third lady ...... It was already overboard, and the slave and maid hurriedly called for help when they saw this, but it was too late......"

"Coming back from the third lady?" The eldest lady looked at Su Yueming suspiciously, and at the same time, everyone else also looked at Su Yueming, only to see her squatting beside Jiang, her expression was blank, and there was no trace of sadness on her face.

"Did the third aunt fall into the water after she came back from the third sister?" Su Baixi's puzzled voice sounded at the right time, "Third sister, what did you all say and do when the third aunt was there?" ”

Su Yueming remained silent, and looked at the maid Bai Ling with sharp eyes.

"Third sister, the third aunt is so good to you, and she personally gives you the soles of your shoes, why don't you feel sad at all?" Seeing that Su Yueming not only did not show any sadness, but his eyes were still so terrifying, Su Baixi asked puzzled.

Su Yue raised her head suddenly, her eyes penetrated the crowd, and reached the eldest lady, the eyes of the two collided in midair, and the eldest lady's eyes were obviously cold with ridicule.

Su Yueming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes like cold blades were almost about to split people in half.

"Carry the third lady in, change into clean clothes, and notify the Jiang Mansion to come to mourn." Su Buqing ordered in a deep voice.

Su Yueming knew very well that Jiang's death was definitely not an accident, but a premeditated coincidence.

However, even if Su Buqing knew this, he would never investigate-

Because the third master Su Butao is dead, and now the third lady has suddenly drowned, leaving only Su Zikang and Sanfang's property, I am afraid that it will fall into the hands of people, and the people of the Jiang Mansion will not let go of this matter easily, so in order to explain to the people of the Jiang Mansion, Su Buqing will only try his best to make the death of the Jiang family look like an accident, and the eldest lady has seen through this, which is why it is so rampant.

Jiang's body was quickly put into the coffin, without even any inspection, the mourning hall was also erected, and the people from Jiang's mansion came, but Jiang's coffin had already been closed, and they didn't want to make any more trouble, so they cried and went back.

Jiang's is doomed to death in vain!

It's just that I pity Su Zikang, I fell asleep crying and crying, and when I woke up, I asked for my mother.

It was already late at night, and there was a faint cry in the mourning hall, Su Yueming stood in front of the desk, holding her breath and concentrating, writing calligraphy.

Leng Ru stood in front of her with her head down, placing the black pills and Chinese medicine for dizziness that had been ripped out of the prince's leather robe on the table.

"How?" Su Yueming put down the brush and asked.