As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, he saw the butler: "High Priest, someone came to the house and said that he wanted to take care of Madam."
But Qin Wuyan didn't even look at the housekeeper, walked straight forward with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and refused straight away: "My lord has already said that this mansion will not admit any more women into the mansion."
The housekeeper was a little embarrassed: "The man's appearance was ruined, he was a little older, and he said he was good at cooking..."
Only after Zhuang Xiaoyu passed away, Qin Wuyan seemed to have lost his sense of taste and lost his appetite for all food.
Qin Wuyan was about to continue to refuse, but when he stepped out of the threshold, he saw the old woman with a face full of scars at a glance. The old woman was ugly. After hearing the movement, she raised her head, and her cloudy eyes were straight. He looked towards the person in his arms.
Even though this person was disfigured beyond recognition, Qin Wuyan recognized who this person was at first sight.
The words that had come to his lips were instantly swallowed by him, Qin Wuyan only felt that his throat was a little congested, but he replied softly: "Stay here, let her take care of Madam if I have anything to do in the future."
The butler nodded repeatedly, and graciously sent Qin Wuyan into the carriage.
Zhuang Qingyun was already waiting in the carriage, seeing Qin Wuyan going to the banquet with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he still kept his mouth shut, daring not to say anything.
Ever since the priest's mansion used the elite guards of the Min mansion as blood sacrifices and set up an altar for the wizards to practice, Qin Wuyan sent people to bloodwash the Min mansion again, but left behind the young and beautiful woman of the Min mansion, who was locked up together with Min Huizhu. In the courtyard of the backyard of the pharmacy specializing in the development of drugs.
Those people were used as a blood bank to feed Gu worms and use them as medicine to ensure that Zhuang Xiaoyu's body would not rot.
Qin Wuyan sat Zhuang Xiaoyu on his lap, took out the prepared nail oil from the closet of the carriage, and applied it on Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers to maintain her nails.
Zhuang Qingyun lowered his eyes, and saw that Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands became softer and whiter, like peeling the roots of onions, and the nails were long and pointed. Under the action of essential oil, they exuded a lustrous luster.
Zhuang Qingyun was secretly frightened, he was afraid that if he was a living person, few people could be taken care of so carefully and thoughtfully, right?
Zhuang Qingyun looked at this scene with complicated eyes, turned his head away, and couldn't bear to watch it again.
Qin Wuyan is really crazy.
Also extremely crazy.
In the past, in order to protect Zhuang Xiaoyu's safety, he was afraid of taking her out of the priest's mansion, so he always kept Zhuang Xiaoyu in the priest's mansion, but he just took Min Huizhu past, exposing the pregnant Min Huizhu to danger.
Now that the Min family has been dealt with so easily, the rest of the awed families no longer dare to act rashly, and they all kneel down unconditionally. There are no more stumbling blocks.
The entire Moon City is rolling forward in an orderly manner just like this carriage.
The aristocratic families coveted the power and resources in Qin Wuyan's hands, and all of them were ready to move under the instigation of Minzhihang. Only the Min Mansion was exterminated. Qin Wuyan didn't even spare the female family members inside. All the aristocratic families witnessed such a bloody scene , They kept silent like cicadas, for fear of repeating the mistakes of the Min Mansion, now they don't seek merit but no fault.
On the surface, it was peaceful, and whenever there was a happy event in the mansion, an invitation was sent to the priest's mansion, which could be regarded as a test of Qin Wuyan's attitude towards other aristocratic families.
The carriage was too silent, Qin Wuyan rubbed the essential oil into Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers, and asked casually, "What do you want to say?"