Seeing the expression on Qingyan's face, Jingxuan pulled her into his arms and said, "Yanyan, don't blame yourself for the Dujuan. After all, we are no match for that Ye Peirong."
Buried in Jingxuan's arms, for the first time, Qingyan felt herself so useless. She could do nothing but watch Dujuan die.
"Miss, are we going to see Dujuan?" Looking at the expression on Qingyan's face, Dujuan said cautiously, "maybe the death of Dujuan was not caused by poison?" ...
Looking at Jinhuan, Qingyan nodded earnestly. "You are right. Maybe there is another reason for the death of the Dujuan. Let's go to see her corpse now."
Then Procuress Rong took Jinhuan and the others to Dujuan's room, while the doctor of the Yihong brothel had been waiting at the bedside.
"Miss, you are here." The doctor looked at Qingyan and said seriously, "Dujuan was indeed poisoned, but I'm not a good doctor. I don't know what poison it is." Then the doctor moved aside.
Looking at the Dujuan lying on the bed, Qingyan walked up to her and held her hand. "Dujuan, don't worry. I will use Ye Peirong's head to mourn you one day."
Unfortunately, Dujuan could no longer respond to Qingyan.
"Miss, how about you check what poison she has been poisoned?" The doctor looked at Qingyan and said respectfully, "Miss, you are a good doctor."
Hearing the doctor's words, Qingyan felt the pulse of Dujuan. Unfortunately, she was not proficent enough to know what poison it is.
"I don't know what kind of poison it is." Qingyan turned to look at them and said helplessly, "I think Ye Peirong must be a master of poison. Otherwise, how could he make such a nameless poison?"
Jingxuan looked at Qingyan and nodded earnestly. "Yanyan, you're right. Ye Peirong is indeed a master of poison. But Dujuan is dead. Let's find a place to bury her decently."
Hearing Jingxuan's words, Qingyan smiled with self mockery. "Jingxuan, the four top s
for me to kill Su Qingyan with my identity."
Hearing Ye Peirong's words, Luo Yijue thought for a moment and said, "so it's impossible for me to kill Su Qingyan. Even if I hate Su Qingyan, I can't kill her at this time. After all, Su Qingyan is still the daughter of Marquis Dingguo. What if we cause a war between the two countries?"
''ha-ha.'' Ye Peirong sneered.
"If my memory serves me right, didn't Xuanyuan Yvfan always want to get Su Qingyan? We will find a way to send Su Qingyan to Xuanyuan Yvfan's bed. In that case, you can dispose of her. "
Luo Yijue looked at Ye Peirong and shook his head resignedly. "Uncle, they have used all your methods, including Marquis Jingguo, who has been dead for a long time. But in the end, they have lost one hundred and eight people."
"Marquis Jingguo's death was caused by Su Qingyan?" Ye Peirong asked in surprise, "Yijue, have you ever thought about why Su Qingyan has become so powerful? Is there any person behind her? Do you have any clue? "
Luo Yijue looked at Ye Peirong and shook his head, "as far as I've been working for the Second Prince for so long, I don't think Su Qingyan has any powerful people around her. Are these all her own methods."
Hearing Luo Yijue's words, Ye Peirong frowned and asked, "what?"