Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that Qin Wuyan would deal with the Min Mansion at this juncture in a fit of anger, so he said: "It's normal for a respectable woman to smell rouge and pollen on her body, and it may not be caused by the people of the Min Mansion. I might not dare to make a move on Madam at this time..."

Qin Wuyan snorted coldly: "It is my child who died, and my wife was injured. I would rather kill by mistake than let it go."

Zhuang Qingyun: "..."

Zhuang Qingyun fell silent for a moment, speechless.

That's right, it was Qin Wuyan's child who died, and Qin Wuyan's first wife who was hurt. Even Doctor Zhong, who was the only one who could keep his first wife and child alive, died tragically at his hands.

Not taking all his anger on him, Zhuang Qingyun, was probably Qin Wuyan's only rationality left.

If it wasn't for Zhuang Xiaoyu's body being too weak, he needed to keep calm, and he didn't know what Qin Wuyan would be like at this time.

The housekeeper blamed himself endlessly: "This old slave didn't even know that Madam would appear suddenly, if this old slave knew, he would definitely not let Madam come near here...

At that time, Miss Yinling was in the courtyard, saying that Madam just lay down and would not wake up so soon, and the old slave was busy sending off the ladies and ladies of the family, so she didn't take that much into consideration..."

Mentioning Yinling, Zhuang Qingyun frowned: "Yinling is not waiting in the house, what are you doing in the front yard by yourself?"

The butler shook his head: "This old slave doesn't know."

That night, there were two more maids and two women outside Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom, Yinling looked at the two new girls who were fresh and beautiful, and said in her heart that it was impossible not to be jealous, but there was nothing she could do.

It was late at night when Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up again, she turned her head and saw Qin Wuyan lying beside her, the room still had a faint smell of blood, the smell of sweat on her body was strong, and her underwear was wet again.

Her body was weak and she was sweating profusely. Zhuang Xiaoyu liked to be clean, so she hummed uncomfortably, and the man lying next to her woke up.

Qin Wuyan quickly sat up, put his arm into her back, "You're sweating again, I'll wipe it for you with a handkerchief."

Zhuang Xiaoyu refused, "I want to wash it clean."

Qin Wuyan pondered for a moment, then agreed, he called the person standing at the door to bring water into the side room, and found a clean change of clothes.

Yinling stood behind the screen holding her clothes and comb and handkerchief.

There was a sound of water inside, and her lowered head slowly lifted up, and two figures were printed on the screen. The man was tall and strong, with a graceful body line, and the woman was thin and sick, coughing lightly from time to time.

Qin Wuyan carried her into the basin, loosened her hair, called Yinling to come in, and washed Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair with water for Zhuang Xiaoyu who was leaning on the barrel wall.

Yinling looked at Qin Wuyan who was wearing a white tunic, but his clothes were almost completely wet, her face turned red, and her heartbeat immediately became uncontrollable. He glanced at Qin Wuyan.

Zhuang Xiaoyu coughed twice more, and Yinling finally came to her senses: "High Priest, why don't I wash my wife, slaves can do these things."

Qin Wuyan avoided Yinling's hand, and said coldly, "Pour water."

The warm water in the kettle washed away the foam from Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair bit by bit, Qin Wuyan wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu's long hair in a dry handkerchief and dried it, then raised his eyes and glanced at Yinling: "It's not here. I need you, go out."

Yinling came out of the back room with a red face, and walked towards the side room, where the two new girls were tying silk sash, discussing Qin Wuyan's kindness to Zhuang Xiaoyu with relish: