"After the Madam gave birth to the twins, the eldest son and the second daughter, she never had another child. Later, the master invited a doctor to treat the Madam. The Madam kept getting pregnant and miscarrying several times.
Please find out what happened.”
Xu Yizhi's face was angular. He looked at Su Qingyu with a scrutinizing gaze and said, "Shuangxi, I find that you really are like an emotionless task-assigning machine."
In the past, even if someone like Guiyi made a request to him, it was based on Guiyi's personal obsession, just like the second lady wanted him to take her away.
But he found that the request made by the little maid in front of him was not based on her own obsession, but seemed to be helping him to understand this copy more deeply.
"Do you want to make a contract with me?" Xu Yizhi felt that although this little maidservant looked low-ranking, she was more active than the other weird ones. "Make a contract with me, and I will take you out of this stone mansion."
Su Qingyu: …
"You don't want to?" Xu Yizi wanted to contract Su Qingyu, firstly because he felt that she was more thoughtful than the other weird ones, and secondly because he felt that as a maid she would be able to take care of people and could help him take care of and protect Ye Sisi.
“I’m expensive.”
"Name your price." Xu Yizi raised his eyebrows.
"Trillions of ghost money."
When Xu Yizhi heard this number, he felt for a moment that he was hallucinating. He took a deep breath, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, I get it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Su Qingyu smiled somewhat happily.
And to Xu Yizi, this smile was a little creepy.
The second young lady’s wedding is tomorrow night.
Tomorrow during the day, Xu Yizi needs to contact his wife and find out what happened to her.
Su Qingyu returned to her room. One of the advantages of being a weirdo was that she didn't need to sleep.
Taking advantage of this time, she simply went out and strolled around the stone mansion.
Su Qingyu discovered that the eldest lady was lying in the woodshed groaning. She caught a bug in the dark, pinched off its head, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it, and kept mumbling some unclear words.
"Qingqing, sister misses you."
"Qingqing, don't leave. Sister will pick lotus pods for you to eat."
The second young lady was in the west wing, sitting alone on the edge of the bed, staring at the tip of her shoes.
The limit for the second young lady's bound feet was four inches, but they were stuffed into three-inch red embroidered shoes.
These were the shoes that Mr. Shi gave her. The second young lady cut off her toes repeatedly and then put her feet into the shoes.
The eldest young master looked at the corpse hanging in the room, played with the bloody red silk in his hands, and muttered to himself in a daze.
"Dead, all dead... The position is vacated..."
The lady was coaxing the babies to sleep, humming a lullaby softly. At night, the babies did not suck the lady's blood, but lay cross-legged on the lady's belly, closed their eyes and fell asleep quietly.
Their skin is smooth and hairless. They curl up together like round balls of flesh. When stacked up, they look like the lady's pregnant belly from a distance.
And Mr. Shi was sitting in the lobby, like a sculpture.
He was very quiet and motionless.
The mahogany chair was very high, and Master Shi sat on it, looking down from above.