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Chapter 12 How Do You Help Her Talk

Li Shi immediately glanced at Chun Hong, who was already trembling with fright, and walked towards her from embarrassment.

He grabbed her hair and cursed.

"You little slut, at such a young age, you persuaded your son to do such an outrageous thing, saying, where did you buy this scorpion?"

Poor mellow, frail body trembling constantly.

Looking at Li Shi who was angry, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to defend himself.

"Don't think that you don't speak up. I don't know what you have done. Let me tell you, if you don't tell the truth, I will have to produce evidence. By then, your family may not be able to escape the blame."

When Chunhong heard this, she was so frightened that tears fell down her eyes.

She can't hurt her family.

Li Shi kept saying that he had evidence in his hands, but in fact, there was nothing at all.

Even if there is, she will not show it, otherwise she will admit that Song Lianmu plotted against Song Baoling, and things will get out of hand by then.

"You talk or don't talk!"

Li Shi snarled, seeing that Chunhong was still silent, she could only gritted her teeth and shouted to the maid behind her lightly: "Qingrong, go and bring Chunhong's mother here, and see if her two mothers discussed it yesterday. Something good happened."

"Yes!"

Qingrong responded immediately, and before she left, Chunhong had already crawled in front of her, holding her clothes tightly.

"Sister Qingrong, please...please don't go, I say...I say!"

Chun Hong fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face, her whole face was ashen.

"It was the servant who instigated the third young master to buy a poisonous scorpion to plot against the fourth young lady. Madam, the servant pleaded guilty. You don't want to punish the third young master. This matter has nothing to do with the third young master."

"Well, you little slut with a vicious heart, brother Mu almost got you killed."

Li Shi kicked Chunhong hard, although she was still angry, but thinking of her son, she still endured it.

"Mother, look, Chunhong even admitted it on her own initiative. It's really not Mu'er's fault. You should just let him go."

Mrs. Song frowned, looking at Li Shi sullenly.

Is this fooling Prince Chengyang as a fool?

"Old lady, it's really the servant who provoked the third young master, so you should spare him, and the servant will bear all the blame."

"How do you bear it?"

Just when Chunhong wanted to shoulder all the guilt, Jun Tingsheng led Song Baoling to her.

"Do you think your life can compare to Ling'er?"

"I don't dare to compare with Miss Ling'er. I'm obsessed with everything. Please forgive me." Facing Jun Tingsheng's fierce and sinister eyes, Chunhong crouched on the ground shivering.

"It's hard for a servant to die for his sins. Now the only way to apologize is to die. Please don't blame the third son again."

As soon as the words fell, Chunhong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and rushed towards the pillar not far away.

"Stop him!" Song Baoling exclaimed.

Before everyone could react, Jun Tingsheng had already made a move, kicking a stone flying from the ground, and hitting Chun Hong's calf directly.

Chun Hong suddenly fell a big somersault, hit the ground on the face, and knocked out a big hole in an instant.

Song Baoling wrinkled her chubby face, looked at Jun Tingsheng at the side: "Little uncle, I think she is quite pitiful, why don't you just forget about it?"

"Little fool, she wants to harm you, how can you help her speak?"

Jun Tingsheng pursed his lips, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at Song Baoling.

"Anyway, I'm fine, so just treat it as a good fortune, but this person must not stay in the mansion."

Song Baoling looked at Chunhong, who was limp on the ground, and sighed helplessly. She was just a scapegoat in this matter, not to mention, she couldn't feel any black energy on her body.

Jun Tingsheng was amused by Song Baoling's words, touched her soft hair, and said with a smile: "Then leave it to the old lady."

Seeing that Jun Tingsheng didn't intend to intervene in this matter, Li Shi was relieved.

Given how much the old lady cared about the male, she would definitely not punish Mu'er severely.

She looked at Mrs. Song with burning eyes. Although she didn't speak, the meaning in her eyes was very clear.

"Forget it, since Chunhong admits that she instigated this matter, then let her be sold."

Mrs. Song sighed, looked at Li Shi, and Song Lianmu who was beside Li Shi, pursed her lips and said: "Li Shi, you are not strict in discipline, that's why you caused this incident, and you will be fined half a year's worth of money, brother Mu Confinement in the house for half a month."

Jun Tingsheng frowned, dissatisfied with this mild punishment.

"The old lady is really a good mother-in-law, a good grandmother, she committed such a big thing, and she exposed it so lightly, isn't she afraid that it will be biased?"

Mrs. Song thought that Jun Tingsheng would be satisfied with this move, but she didn't expect him to say such a thing, and immediately stood there in embarrassment.

"I don't know how the son thinks how to deal with it properly?"

"Grandmother, little uncle, that's it!"

Song Baoling looked at the two with his head raised, and a small dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't think the third brother has any intentions. You have to forgive others and forgive others. Don't worry too much."

"You child..." Mrs. Song choked up slightly, feeling even more sorry for her in her heart.

Although Jun Tingsheng was dissatisfied, since Song Baoling didn't care about this matter, he didn't hold on to it, but just frowned, a little unhappy.

Song Baoling looked up and saw that Jun Tingsheng was not very happy, so he took his hand and shook it coquettishly.

"Little uncle, the Lantern Festival is coming soon, can you teach me how to make lanterns? I can't draw, can you help me?"

"it is good!"

Jun Tingsheng couldn't help laughing, but she didn't expect this little girl to be quite discerning.

Jun Tingsheng took Song Baoling out of the front yard, and when he returned to the backyard, he accidentally passed Song Baozhu's house. Song Baoling stopped abruptly, clutching his chest with an ugly face.

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Tingsheng thought that the poison in her body hadn't touched yet, so he hugged her up.

"Uncle, I'm not feeling well."

Song Baoling clutched his chest, his small face was very pale.

Looking at Song Baozhu's room, she always felt that there was something bad here, and kept suppressing Song Baozhu, so that she would be affected when she passed by.

"Is it because the toxin was not cleaned up just now, so my little uncle asked Liang Yi to invite a doctor."

Seeing that she was suffering, Jun Tingsheng told Liang Yi without looking back, "Quickly, go and invite the doctor..."

"No! No need!" Song Baoling grabbed Jun Tingsheng's collar, frowned and said, "No, it's not that the toxins haven't been cleaned up. It's around the elder sister's house. There seems to be something staring at me. I'm a little scared."

Jun Tingsheng frowned more and more, and his stern facial features almost wrinkled into a ball.

"Liang Yi, take someone to look around immediately, and don't let go of any clues."

"Yes!"

Liang Yi took the order and immediately led his men to search around Song Baozhu's room.

Jun Tingsheng took Song Baoling to the gazebo opposite Song Baozhu's room to rest. Because of the distance, Song Baoling's expression eased slightly, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

Song Baoling frowned, feeling an urge to leave here.

"Young master, I found it!"

(End of this chapter)