If you fail to induce others, you will use your family to threaten them, which is indeed a good way.

Zhou Yun covered the slight sneer at the corner of his lips and lowered his eyelids in a depressed manner. He knew in his heart that he could not count on Qingling.

Over there, Zhuang Yisui was still asking Qingling what she wanted to say. Qingling collapsed on the ground and said in a daze:

"It's all my fault... it's my devil who is obsessed with it..."

Zhuang Yisui became impatient:

"If you look at him, I will ask someone to drag you out!"

The little eunuch stood there with his head down, but Qingling trembled hard and was dragged out and tortured to confess. She couldn't guarantee that she could handle it.

She lowered her head, not only her body trembled, but her voice was trembling:

"Slave, I am ordered..."

Zhou Yun probably knew what she was going to say, after all, Luo Qiushi would not say it, so there was only one person she could accuse.

Sure enough, Qing Ling trembled and said:

"It's the concubine! It's the concubine who instructed the slave!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Zhou Yun took the lead in sneering:

"There are two concubines in this mansion, you have to make it clear."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qing Ling as if he was hit. His body suddenly froze and he crawled towards her. He cried so hard that he was out of breath and said:

"Empress, empress, you can't ignore your servants!"

Zhou Yun almost laughed angry by her.

With her skill in acting, being a slave in this mansion really buried her. The actresses in the Liyuan opera troupe may not be as good as her!

On the other side, Luo Qiushi relaxed a little, and saw the disadvantages falling towards Zhou Yun, so she had the intention to look up.

Zhuang Yisui, who was sitting firmly at the main seat, glanced at her and cursed in her heart.

Zhou Yun was calm in a hurry to accuse Qing Ling, and obviously had a backup plan. Luo Qiushi breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Don’t he think it was too early?

When Qing Ling was about to climb to Zhou Yun, she was kicked away by Zhou Yun, and her eyes were full of disgust:

"Get out of here, I have gotten dirty. How many lives will you have to pay for?"

After saying that, when Shi Qiu pushed her away, Qingling suddenly fell backwards and fell to the ground.

Qing Ling wanted to get up, but accidentally looked at the fierce look in the eyes of the concubine, and was immediately scared and did not dare to move.

The rest of the people frowned when they saw her arrogant behavior. One of them stood up and said softly:

"Sister Zhou, now you are unsure of your composure. Is it wrong for you to do this?"

Even when she was accusing her, her tone was soft and she felt a little innocent.

Zhou Yun looked up at her and recognized her. When Meng Anyou and Liu were arguing, she came out and said, "Fortunately, Sister Meng is fine." Guo, a concubine who said, "It's good for me to be fine."

Zhou Yun had a little impression of her.

It was not because she jumped out that day, but because her voice was vaguely similar to the old Xu family. Both of them were from Jiangnan, and their soft words were heard, making people's hearts melt.

Before Fu Yun went to Guocheng, she was also somewhat favored, otherwise she would not have dared to appear again and again.

A trace of disdain appeared in Zhou Yun's eyes, and she said coldly as if mocking:

"I will also interfere with a slave who has colluded with me?"

Guo blinked in confusion, as if she was suddenly angry and snatched her hand at a loss:

"I just want to find out the murderer who murdered Sister Meng."

Zhou Yun was tired of hearing it and didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she didn't show her eyes anymore, and just said to Qingling:

"You said that this concubine was trying to persuade you, can there be evidence?"

She sneered: "If you have nothing to say, I will cut your tongue today!"

Zhou Yun's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and it was obvious that she was telling the truth.

If Qingling couldn't come up with evidence, it would probably be light if it cut Qingling's tongue.

But this kind of look of not taking human life into consideration makes others feel chilled.

Qing Ling said hoarsely, and she said with a long time before she struggled to death:

"How can the empress ask me to do things, so how can she leave a handle and evidence..."

"Hard-mouthed!"

Zhou Yun sneered coldly.

She seemed to caress her wrist inadvertently, and Luo Qiushi, who had seen this movement, changed her face slightly. When she raised her eyes, she saw the sarcasm on Zhou Yun's face flashing.

Fu Yun walked out at this time, and his body seemed to smell bloody.

Zhou Yun slowly raised his eyes and happened to run into his eyes, which were very dark and deep, so deep that it could not be seen.

Zhou Yun was at ease all day and seemed to have paused at this moment.

Zhuang Yisui stood up and greeted her with a worried look on her face: "Prince, how is Sister Meng?"

Fu Yun didn't say anything, but Doctor Qiu, who was following him, sighed silently and shook his head.

This shook her head means that Meng Anyou's child is gone.

The rest of the people were busy lowering their heads to cover up the sadness or joy in their hearts. When they raised their heads, they were like Zhuang Yisui, with only sorrow and regret left.

Zhou Yun had expected this, but when Doctor Qiu shook his head, he subconsciously raised his hand and stroked it on his lower abdomen.

She turned her face a little and avoided Fu Yun's sight.

Fu Yun didn't say anything, his face was very calm, and he felt a kind of depression like a storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Zhuang Yisui called him with some concern:

"Master?"

Fu Yun was only moved. He didn't say anything about Meng Anyou, and did not ask about the progress of the investigation. He just raised his hand and pointed at Qingling:

"Drag on."

Zhou Yun suddenly turned his head and frowned, not understanding what his desire was.

Qing Ling was dragged down by covering her mouth with a look of horror. After a scream, the outside fell into silence and the inside of the room was silent.

After a moment, the little eunuch walked in with a silver plate, with blood on it seemingly faintly.

Everyone guessed what it was, and their faces changed. Before the people could stand it, they turned their faces away, stroked their chests, and tried to disgust.

Zhou Yun also pinched the handle of the chair, his body tightly and straight, his face slightly pale, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhuang Yisui's eyebrows were a little worried and asked in a slightest voice:

"Prince, this is..."

Fu Yun's face was very calm, and he said as if he was plain:

"You should pay the price when talking nonsense."

Now, everyone finally knew that during the time he entered the room, he also heard what was going on outside. Otherwise, how could the concubine just happened to say that she wanted to cut Qingling's tongue, and he would let Qingling go down after he came out?

As he looked at others as if nothing had happened, Zhou Yun was a little awkward and his words were blocked in his throat.

After a while, she barely said:
Chapter completed!