Although Zhang is infatuated with Zhou ran, she is by no means an careless person. Her communication with Zhou Ran is very secret. She is covered by old lady Zhang. If she hadn't sent someone to watch Zhang all night, she would not have known about it. How did Bai ruotong know about it?
She is not her.
There is no dark guard around except midnight. She could not control Prince Rong's people in the mansion.
Bai Yinling's chest was slightly blocked, and he said to Qing'er: "go to the main hall to see what they said. I'm going to a place."
"Yes."
Qing Er nodded.
Bai Yinling didn't care too much, so she went out in a flurry in her cloak.
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In the main hall, the atmosphere was solemn. Zhang looked at Bai ruotong in front of him, and a joke flashed in his eyes.
What can Bai ruotong do to save her?
She did all these things to restrict Bai Yinling. If it wasn't for Bai Yinling's arrogance, would she care about her life?
"If only you would admit it, I have evidence." Zhang said.
"Evidence? What evidence? " Bai Rutong asked.
"The evidence, of course, is the letter you wrote to me." Zhang said, and took out a letter from her arms. She looked at the maid beside her. The maid understood and handed the letter to Bai Shutang.
Bai Shutang is familiar with Bai ruotong's handwriting. Her handwriting is very neat and beautiful. This is also the only place where he was optimistic about Bai ruotong.
In the letter, Bai ruotong carefully persuades Zhang, and even writes the plan into the letter.
"Bai ruotong, what else do you not admit?"
Bai Shutang throws the letter on the ground, and it falls right in front of Bai Rutong's eyes. She picked up the letter that had fallen from the ground and put it in hand. When she saw it, she burst out laughing.
There's no way the handwriting on it is hers.
I'm afraid it's the word "Zeng" Bai ruotong copied by Zhang. I have to say that Bai ruotong used to write really well.
"Father, how long has it been since you checked your daughter's homework?"
Bai ruotong looked up at Bai Shutang and said softly.
Bai Shutang asked: "what do you mean by this?"
"Since he was seriously ill, his fingers have been shaking so much that he can't write such beautiful words any more, let alone communicate with his mother by letter. We are all in the same mansion. Why can't I come to see my mother in person? Why use letters? Isn't this a special way to leave a handle?
Mother is stupid, but Rutong is not stupid. "
Bai said that and left the letter aside.
"Mr. Hou, what the young lady said is true. Since she was assassinated and became ill that day, she has not been able to write well. This letter is not written by the young lady." Orange went to the front hall and pleaded.
The old lady remembered that Bai ruotong had only two years to talk to her for the rest of her life. She felt a slight pain in her chest. Listening to her words now, her eyes were filled with tears.
"Shutang, Rutong's body is really seriously ill. I haven't talked to you about so many things happening in the mansion. Doctor Yu told me last time that Rutong still has two years to live. Please let Rutong get up and sit down quickly. Now she's really in bad health. If she kneels for a long time, she might faint again."
The old lady seldom talks with Bai Shutang in a soft posture. Bai Shutang choked in his throat and sighed, "give Miss four a seat."
Orange helped Bai ruotong up and sat on the bench. Zhang clenched his teeth and glared at Bai Rutong. She did not expect that this matter was so easily taken by her.
If the old lady believed her words, wouldn't it be a trick?