"Grandma, he is not my father, then who is he?" Shen Qingyun stepped forward and supported the old lady comfortingly, and looked at Shen Zhifeng lying on the bed, looking very sad: "How could this happen suddenly? Aunt Wang, please handle the matter. I will help my grandmother go down to rest. She must be too sad."

Wang Qingrui saw Shen Qingyun's dark eyes, and her heart palpitated. She understood what she meant. She got rid of the restraints while grandma was not paying attention, and got up from the ground: "Yes, the old lady is too sad, and she started talking nonsense." Talked."

The old lady grabbed Shen Qingyun's arm and led her to the bedside: "Qingyun, come and see, your father has a birthmark on his left hand. This is a fake. Aunt Wang must have killed your father. I just found someone like this to come here and try to confuse the fake with the real thing."

Shen Qingyun seemed to be a little scared. She took a cursory glance and coaxed to the old lady: "Grandma, isn't the birthmark there? If Aunt Wang had found an impostor, how could she kill him again? Hey, let me help you go down and have a rest, and then we can talk slowly, okay?"

"No, that birthmark is fake, fake!"

Shen Qingyun didn't care what she said and motioned for Pearl to come forward. Together, they supported the old lady and took her out of the house.

The grandma was also a little at a loss. In her eyes, wasn't the person on the bed Shen Zhifeng himself? Standing there and watching the old lady like this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. She lost her son in old age, no wonder the old lady would be like this.

Seeing that no one believed what she said, the old lady's lips were trembling and tears were streaming down her face. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Wang Qingrui standing there with a proud look on her face, and a burning anger suddenly arose in her heart.

"ah!"

Wang Qingrui screamed, and the old lady suddenly jumped on her, pinched Wang Qingrui's neck with her hands, and her fierce expression was like a life-threatening ghost: "I'm going to kill you bitch to avenge my son!"

"Quick, don't hold the old lady back yet!"

At this moment, Wang Qingrui also reacted and reached out to pull the old lady's hair until it was scattered, but she refused to let go, pinching Wang Qingrui until she rolled her eyes.

Shen Qingyun shouted sharply, and the servants next to him seemed to have woken up from a dream, and they all stepped forward to start a fight.

After finally pulling the two apart, the old lady panted heavily and was exhausted. She rolled her eyes and fainted, causing all the maids to scream in surprise.

Everyone was busy carrying the old lady down to rest. Aunt Wang was sitting on a chair on the side, holding her neck and looking like she was in shock.

Shen Qingyunping stepped back and walked up to Wang Qingrui and asked, "Did you poison me?"

Wang Qingrui covered her face and shook her head: "Miss, it's really not me. How could I poison the master to death? This is not good for me at all."

"Then what happened to Xiaoqiu?"

"Xiaoqiu..." Wang Qingrui gritted her teeth and admitted: "I just wanted to drug the old lady and let her lie on the bed. I didn't poison anyone to kill anyone. Miss, I really don't know what happened. , I was shocked when I heard that the master was dead."

Shen Qingyun nodded to show that she understood. She sent someone to send a sum of money to the doctor: "I wonder how my father died?"

The doctor weighed his heavy wallet, looked at Shen Qingyun's cold face, and understood: "The master has a sudden heart attack, and there is no time to treat him. It has nothing to do with others."

Shen Qingyun smiled. Seeing this, the doctor in the palace breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, prescribed calming medicine for the old lady, and then left.

"Pearls, prepare them according to the shape they should have."

"Yes, miss."

...

"Shen Zhifeng" is dead.

When the news spread, many people were shocked.

After hearing this, Han Rou sat on the bed in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Nanny Chen, who was standing beside her, thought she was sad and comforted her: "Miss, we are all divorced. Whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with us anymore."

In Grandma Chen's mind, this is just a case of evil being punished.

"Don't worry, mama." Han Rou smiled bitterly: "I just feel a little emotional. Things are impermanent. Once a person dies, love, hate, money and status don't matter. What we can do is to live in the present. Live happily."

She was just worried about Qingyun, and she suddenly wanted to see Xiao Jue and see him safe and sound.

The mourning hall of the Duke's Mansion was set up and white curtains were hung around it. Some people came to express their condolences, but most of them just watched the show.

The old lady developed a high fever and was feeling groggy all day, lying in bed unable to get up. Everyone understood this. After all, it was a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, so no one cared about it.

On the surface, Wang Qingrui went to serve her in tears, hand-in-hand with the medicine, and looked very concerned, but in fact, seeing the old lady drinking the soup with added ingredients every day, she was really happy.

Shen Qingyun did not interfere with what she was doing. After all, she also wanted to cause other things during this period.

Shen Sisi wore mourning clothes and knelt in the mourning hall and cried for a long time. She was really sad, but at the same time she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had married Jiang Lin, otherwise it would have been difficult.

During this period of time, the real Shen Zhifeng and Mrs. Jiang Hou were being guarded in a courtyard in the countryside, and their food and clothing were paid according to ordinary people's expenses. Shen Zhifeng went on a hunger strike and resisted at the beginning, but was gradually forced to accept it.

But in just a short period of time, he became extremely thin, and the double blow to his mind and body was unbearable. Fortunately, Mrs. Jianghou's belly was getting bigger day by day, and she was still a little hopeful.

Shen Qingyun naturally wanted to convey such important news to him.

Shen Zhifeng was dumbfounded.

The fake one is dead, which means that he is dead in the eyes of everyone. Even if he returns to the Duke's Mansion now, he may not be able to be his Duke.

How ridiculous, how can he prove that he is who he is!

Suffering a sudden blow, Shen Zhifeng became extremely desperate and fell ill.

...

Somewhere, Han Yu also received the news of the death of "Shen Zhifeng". His hand that was bandaging the wound paused, and a palm hit the kneeling person beside him.

"You sent people to do it, right? Why do you have to make decisions without authorization!"

The man covered his chest and coughed violently. When he raised his head, he saw the cold wind: "Master, I also want you to feel at ease. You are too impatient."

He knelt on the ground again, lowered his head and said: "As long as Mr. Shen Guo dies, Miss Shen will have to observe mourning for three years before she can get married. If you don't take action, it will be too late for you anyway. Even if there is no King Li, someone else will marry him. Miss Shen, you are so eager for quick success, don't you just want to get back to her as soon as possible?"
Chapter completed!