Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 100 Years of Planning, Killing Weeds (1)
The old lady's slap seemed to be very heavy.

Song Chuxi's breathing froze for a moment.

Then, there was a not-so-short period of silence in the room.

Yue Qingyang's shadow was reflected on the window paper, his face was turned to one side, he didn't move for a while, and kept that posture all the time.

In the end, it was the old lady who spoke angrily again, "I warned you at night not to get too close to that girl, what do you take my words for?"

She seemed to be really angry, and when she spoke, her voice was panting.

The person they are talking about is themselves?
Song Chuxi nestled under the wall, and when the cold rain hit in the morning, she shivered slightly, and suddenly she didn't know whether her decision to come to Yue Qingyang for help was right or wrong.

she seems to be—

It caused an unreasonable disaster to the other party.

After the old lady scolded, it took a while before Yue Qingyang spoke.

"Since you have already determined that I did it, then you should regard it as I did it!" Yue Qingyang said, it didn't matter if he opened his mouth, he turned around and walked to the chair next to him to sit down, and poured himself another glass water.

He took a sip, then stared at the cup, his eyes became mocking and dazed, and said word by word: "Anyway, my whole life has been controlled by you from the very beginning, and I have never been able to resist, you said What, that's what it is, you are always right, you always have a last resort reason, whatever you do, it is for my own good."

"You—" The old lady's chest felt tight due to his attitude.

Over the years, Yue Qingyang had occasionally contradicted her, but like this time, it was the first time that he openly opposed her.

She was suddenly a little scared, afraid that the other party would be completely out of her control.

"Where is that girl?" Reluctantly suppressing her temper, the old lady pressed again.

She still believed that Song Chuxi was hidden by Yue Qingyang.

Yue Qingyang took another sip of water, but said nothing.

"Don't try to perfuse me. Only you know the secret way in my Buddhist hall. Except for you, no one else can get people out so unknowingly." The old lady said, her tone was more or less revealing. A little irritable and eager.

This woman has always been self-righteous and stubborn.

Since it was something she had decided on, Yue Qingyang simply didn't bother with her too much, and only said: "It should be out of the house!"

The old lady was taken aback for a moment, and then she raised her breath slightly, "Did you send her to find Lao Qi?"

"Probably!" Yue Qingyang said obviously perfunctorily.

"You—" The old lady became furious all of a sudden, rushed in front of him, raised her hand, and was about to hit him, but she happened to meet Yue Qingyang's unavoidable gaze.

The fingerprints on his left cheek are clearly visible, and it looks very glaring on that gentle and jade-like face.

And his usual calm and gentle eye movements, at this moment, there was only sarcasm.

The old lady wanted to hit him, but he didn't mean to dodge, just looked at her quietly.

The old lady was stimulated by his eyes, and there was a sudden sharp pain in her chest.

"You—" her lips moved, but the words behind her were weaker out of thin air. She sighed a little dejectedly, turned around and walked towards the door, and said coldly, "You can do it yourself!"

Yue Qingyang didn't respond, nor did he move.

When the old lady walked to the door, she couldn't hold her breath after all, so she stopped and turned around and said, "Tell me, why are you doing this for that girl again and again?"

"Relief? Madam, what you said is serious!" Yue Qingyang did not continue to remain silent this time, but spoke in a calm and indifferent tone, "What do you mean? You mean that she misled Shen Huiyin to poison you? As you As you can see, it is not poison at all, I have tested it, but I just returned to you in a realistic manner, I did not take sides with anyone, and I did not take sides with anyone!"

Yue Qingyang's expression was frank.

The old lady looked at him, but she couldn't believe all his words.

Yue Qingyang stood up again, walked towards the cabinet next to him, took two steps, then turned around hesitantly, looked at the old lady and said: "If I have to say who I favored in this matter, I think the person I favored, It should be you, Madam, right?"

The old lady frowned, she couldn't help becoming alert, and said sullenly, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's different now, and his attitude towards that girl of the Song family is very different." Yue Qingyang said: "You know that the third child has no good intentions, and you are waiting for an opportunity, but you still have to lock that girl up." When I came to the Buddhist hall, what I knew was that you just wanted to teach that rebellious girl a lesson, what I didn’t know—I thought you really wanted to do something to her. In fact, if she is fine, it would be better, otherwise—— You can't explain it either!"

Song Chuxi was stunned listening outside the window.

According to what Yue Qingyang said, then the old lady didn't mean to be unfavorable to herself, and even the two people she sent over later might just want to help herself out of trouble?
It is also true, Duanmuqi is about to gain power, and it is a very unwise choice for the old lady to kill herself at this time.

In the room, the old lady only pursed the corners of her lips, did not answer his words, stood for a while, then turned and walked out.

"Old lady!" Mother Cheng hurriedly opened an umbrella to meet her.

At this moment, the rain has basically stopped, only occasionally a little rain falls, but the weather is really cold.

The old lady pushed away her umbrella with a cold face, and strode out of the yard without looking back.

A group of people left in a hurry.

Yue Qingyang continued to walk to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a bottle containing blood stasis dispelling ointment from it, but held it in his hand without moving it for a long time.

His back silently hit the window paper.

As the sky became brighter again, the shadow also became weak and blurred.

Song Chuxi squatted under the corner of the wall. Just now, in order not to let the old lady's people notice, she didn't dare to move an inch. Now her legs are numb and her body is cold.

(End of this chapter)