Shi Junhe was shocked, but then shook his head and denied: "Impossible! At that time, the cousin had categorically admitted that the sachet was hers. It was absolutely impossible for Hui Niang to frame her intentionally."
Mo Shujun sneered, as if mocking Shi Junhe's stupidity, and said leisurely: "Of course she has to say that the sachet is hers, otherwise others will know that she, a woman who has not yet left the court, secretly takes the sachet that her husband threw away. With it on her body, how will she behave in the future
As for the later detection of musk in the sachet, it was too late for her to deny it... "
At this point, she suddenly showed a strange smile to Shi Junhe and said coolly: "Ahe, did you really not think that the sachet looked familiar at all at that time?"
The expression on Shi Junhe's face completely froze, and he managed to argue for a while: "Impossible! I promised Hui Niang never to take concubines, and she loves our children so much, how could she use such a method that harms others and herself? To frame others..."
He didn't want to believe it. Besides, after so long, the truth could no longer be verified. Now it was just Mo Shujun's word. No one knew what the truth was.
"Do you think that all these years have passed and my words are unfounded? Do you still think that I have wronged Mrs. Dong?"
Mo Shujun accurately said what Shi Junhe was thinking. His silent attitude of not acquiescing to confrontation made Mo Shujun laugh again, but it was self-deprecating: "The son who was raised by me actually believed in an outsider and didn't believe him." How pathetic is your own mother!"
"No, mother, that's not what my son meant." Shi Junhe hurriedly defended, his wheat-colored complexion stained with a blush of embarrassment and guilt.
However, Mo Shujun raised her hand to interrupt him, her solemn and dignified face showed solemnity, and she said conclusively but coldly: "If you don't believe me, then you should believe Yunyang, right? Yunyang has been upright in his life and never lied.
He also knew about this, but because he cared about Dong Hui's face and the child in her belly, he only talked to her once and suppressed the matter. He even didn't tell you about it for the sake of your husband and wife's harmony. "
Shi Junhe was completely shaken, and his originally firm heart was also shaken.
He knew that Mo Shujun loved Shi Lei so much that she could tell lies about anything, but she would never lie about Shi Lei.
"If you don't believe it, you can confront Mrs. Dong. If she still has some conscience, she will definitely not let your father's reputation be damaged!" Mo Shujun said it openly, but there was some inducement in her words.
Is it possible that Dong Hui's denial is slandering Shi Lei's reputation
However, Shi Junhe was no longer able to discern the deeper meaning of Mo Shujun's words, and was frightened and shocked in his heart. He even forgot to say hello and stumbled out of Shou'antang.
Dong Hui was sitting by the bed chatting with Aunt Zheng about raising the fetus and calming the nerves. When she saw Shi Junhe walking into the room quickly, she greeted him with a smile: "Master, you..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Shi Junhe's face was cold and solemn, as if a storm was about to come. Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad premonition, so she changed her words and took the initiative to show concern, "Who made you angry? "
Shi Junhe withdrew his servants with a cold face and stood in front of Dong Hui, his eyes burning, "Hui Niang, let me ask you, what happened to the sachet that almost caused you to have a miscarriage?"
"I, I don't know what you are talking about?" Dong Hui denied subconsciously, but her smile froze on her face for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed through her eyes. She quickly lowered her head to avoid it, but Shi Junhe still looked at her. Right.
Shi Junhe suddenly felt as if a large bucket of ice water was poured from his head to his feet, and his heart went cold.
He looked at Dong Hui with wide eyes, feeling unbelievable and unbearably distressed. Finally, he still wanted to give Dong Hui another chance and asked with difficulty: "Mother said that my father had covered up the truth of this matter for you. Is there such a thing?" What's going on?"
"No..." Dong Hui still wanted to deny it, but under Shi Junhe's sad eyes, she could no longer say anything, only wordless silence.
The answer is obvious.
Shi Junhe stopped deceiving himself and asked painfully: "Why? That's musk! That kind of thing can kill the fetus at any time, don't you know?"
Dong Hui lowered her head, clenched her fists, and whispered in a crying voice: "I know, but in that case I have no choice at all."
"No choice?"
Shi Junhe really found it funny, "I once promised to only marry you. Even if things go wrong, you can still tell me, will I completely ignore your wishes and forcefully take a concubine? Why would you do such a hurtful thing?" What about hurting yourself?"
Speaking of this, Dong Hui no longer concealed anything. She raised her hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, raised her head and said coldly: "Yes, you will not ignore my wishes, but what about the eldest princess? She If I insist on taking a concubine for you, don’t you still have to give in?”
Shi Junhe didn't agree with Dong Hui's statement, and felt even more strange, "You obviously had the idea of marrying me to a girl, and I thought you didn't care about it. Why are you so resistant to my mother's idea?"
Dong Hui sneered, as if mocking Shi Junhe's naivety.
"The girl who is my wife is just a toy. When I give birth to the child safely, no one will say anything if I kill her. But I have a status. Even if I am reluctant, I must be worthy of her sisters. Everyone I have to arrange a few nights for her to serve you, otherwise others will say that I am jealous. How can the two be the same?"
Shi Junhe was stunned. He had never thought about these issues, and he never expected that Dong Hui would think like this.
Maybe Dong Hui does have difficulties, but...
"As you said, can you frame innocent people wantonly, and even put your own daughter into a fatal crisis?" Shi Junhe's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suffering from great pain but could not express it.
Dong Hui was also in great mourning, but she was determined not to admit that she was wrong. If she didn't do this, not only would she not be able to keep her favorite man, she would not even be able to keep her position as the wife of Duke Shi.
When a woman is trapped in the back house, there will always be open and covert fights. Who is really clean? Even if Shi Junhe blamed her for being cruel, she had nothing to say. She was just worried about Mo Shujun asking Shi Junhe to take a concubine.
"You promised me that if I didn't allow you to take a concubine, you would never take a concubine. You won't keep your word, right?" Dong Hui looked at Shi Junhe expectantly, her eyes pleading.
But Shi Junhe felt more and more miserable, smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself: "Yes, how can I regret what I promised you?"
Dong Hui's face suddenly became happy, but she didn't smile yet.
Then I heard Shi Junhe say calmly: "So you can be confident? First, you sacrificed a daughter to secure your position as the Duke's wife, and now you have abandoned even the daughter who protected you like Zeng Jin..."
"I didn't!" Dong Hui opened her mouth to deny and defended eagerly: "The amount of musk used at that time was very small. I was measured and it would not be fatal at all."
Shi Junhe asked coldly without any comfort: "What about Qingxue? Tell me how many times she has saved you and how many times she has saved your reputation from blame, but you are not willing to pay for her at all? "
Dong Hui was speechless, looking ugly but biting her lip, with an expression that said, no matter what you say, I won't let go.
"..." The last bit of hope in Shi Junhe's heart was extinguished. He did not look at Dong Hui anymore, and just said lightly: "You can rest assured to raise your baby at home. I will send more people to take care of you in the near future. Anyone you like can do it." Call someone here, after all..."
He showed a cold and cruel smile, "After all, you are the most important, aren't you?"
After that, Shi Junhe didn't seem to hear Dong Hui's urgent call and left directly.
Shi Junhe felt unspeakably uncomfortable. On the one hand, his reason told him that what Dong Hui did was understandable, but on the other hand, he did not want to see Huiniang like this at all.
The person he once loved the most and thought was the kindest and most innocent person turned out to be so miserable. Who could understand his feelings of disillusionment
Shi Junhe left the Duke of Shi's Mansion, waved his servants away, and walked casually by himself, and unknowingly arrived at Prince Rui's Mansion.
After standing at the door and thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but come forward to ask for a meeting again. Surprisingly, this time Mo Junyang agreed.
He was introduced to Prince Rui's Mansion by his servants.
Looking at the three meaningful words at the entrance of Mu Xueyuan, they all turned into a heavy sigh.
"It's great to congratulate the Duke's wife on the great news. Why does the Duke look so unhappy?" Mo Junyang's cold and leisurely voice came from a distance.
Shi Junhe took a closer look and found that Mo Junyang was sitting with Shi Qingxue in his arms, enjoying tea for two days, looking leisurely and contented.
Looking at his daughter's innocent and joyful smile, he couldn't help but step forward quickly and shouted excitedly: "Qingxue, are you okay?"
At that time, Qingxue and Mo Junyang were having a great time grabbing the last piece of pastry, when they suddenly heard someone shouting her name - she already understood that 'Qingxue' was her - and she was so frightened that her whole body trembled.
I didn't hold it firmly, and the pastry fell to the floor.
Shi Qingxue was stunned for two seconds, then her image completely disappeared and she cried loudly, "Xiangxiang, no more, no more..."
Mo Junyang immediately didn't care about teasing her, and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face. At the same time, he coaxed: "There are some, I'll ask someone to get them for you right away. If it tastes better than this, just take it." Your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, okay?"
When she lost her memory, Shi Qingxue always had a fascination with sweet-scented osmanthus cake, to the point where just giving her a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake would make everything better.
Sure enough, when Shi Qingxue heard about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she immediately stopped crying. She held Mo Junyang's arm tightly with her little hands, leaned forward, and said sweet words like no other teacher: "Jun Yang is the best." Got it!"
The big tearful eyes blinked and blinked, and the long eyelashes were stained with tears, making them look as pure as washing and extremely touching.
Mo Junyang swallowed, turned his face away silently, and groaned in a deep voice.
"I knew Jun Yang loved me the most! I'm going to have sweet-scented osmanthus cake for dinner today, and a midnight snack..." Shi Qingxue took the opportunity to speak loudly, wishing that sweet-scented osmanthus cake would fill her entire life.
Seeing that Shi Qingxue's words were getting more and more outrageous, Mo Junyang resisted the temptation and stopped her, "No, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is too sweet. Eating too much will damage your teeth. You can only eat three pieces a day at most."
Shi Qingxue's smiling face suddenly collapsed, the corners of her mouth turned down, and her eyes were filled with tears in an instant, but they did not fall. She just looked at Mo Junyang aggrievedly and complained silently.
Mo Junyang: "..." No, he has to be strong and cannot be defeated by Shi Qingxue's tear offensive!
"Jun Yang, I want to eat osmanthus cake, what Qingxue wants to eat..." Shi Qingxue begged pitifully.
Her little hands grabbed Mo Junyang's sleeves and swung them around like an abandoned and helpless child, as if rejecting her would be a heinous thing.
Mo Junyang thought to himself that he would not be defeated by this kind of pleading. He didn't care at all.
"Then four yuan a day, no more!"
The words of retreat were spoken involuntarily, and Mo Junyang regretted them as soon as he said them, while Shi Qingxue's big eyes suddenly seemed to shine as brightly as stars.
Cunning, but touching.