The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

Chapter 162 Resignation

"Madam, Princess." As soon as Bai Yushan entered the room, he was overwhelmed by a pungent smell that made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

He squinted, noticing everyone standing in the room, and bowed before asking, "I heard someone report that something happened at the Minister's residence, which is why I have taken the liberty of coming to disturb you. May I ask what has happened?"

The old lady, leaning on her cane, slowly stepped forward and explained calmly, "Indeed, something happened in the manor that has troubled Lord Bai."

"Madam, you flatter me. This is my duty." Bai Yushan smiled politely, but his eyes remained fixed on the mess in the room.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he pointed at a corpse on the ground, exclaiming in surprise, "This...this is the Minister's wife?"

"Yes, but that's no longer the case." Su Fuying replied calmly, then turned to look at Physician He, "Physician He, please tell Lord Bai about today's events in detail."

She paused for a moment, then looked at the dazed Mrs. Liu on the ground, her expression still indifferent.

"Also, take the Grand Secretary's wife with you." Her tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Alright. Lord Bai, this way please."

Bai Yushan could no longer bear the unpleasant smell in the room, so he hurriedly followed Physician He out of the courtyard to talk outside.

The room fell silent. Su Fuying turned to look at Su Chengde, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and said softly to the old lady, "Grandmother, I'm going back now. He'll wake up tonight."

"it is good."

The old lady was at a loss for words and could only look at Su Fuying with grateful eyes.

"Ying... Ying'er".

Suddenly, a faint sound reached Su Fuying's ears. She stopped abruptly as she was about to step out of the room, a look of surprise on her face. She hadn't expected Su Chengde to wake up so quickly.

"Ying'er, Father..."

As if remembering something, Su Chengde stopped abruptly and struggled to sit up in bed.

Seeing this, the old lady quickly stepped forward to support him. Su Chengde's chapped lips trembled slightly as he spoke with difficulty, "Ying'er, I was blinded by greed before. Can you forgive me?"

"No."

Su Fuying had her back to them, her voice cold and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

He will never receive that forgiveness.

"If that's all the Minister wants to say, then don't waste your time."

Su Chengde wasn't too surprised, and gave a wry smile, "The capital is about to change, Ying'er, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman had already vanished.

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The sky was covered with dark clouds, like a huge gray curtain draped over the earth, the heavy clouds seeming to weigh down the whole world.

The autumn wind howled by, carrying a hint of coolness, stirring up the fallen leaves all over the ground, forming swirling yellow eddies.

The capital has been quiet lately, but undercurrents are stirring within the court, as if a storm is about to break out.

Autumn is coming to an end, and the continuous autumn rain seems endless, immersing the entire capital in mist and rain.

"Miss, news has come from the palace."

The sky was overcast, and a fine drizzle, like a thin veil, covered the entire capital city.

Crystal-clear water droplets hung from the eaves, like a beaded curtain of pearls.

As the rain intensified, the water droplets gradually formed lines, cascading down like a waterfall, dripping onto the ground and splashing up in bursts.

Wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, Biluo walked quickly across the courtyard.

Her clothes and shoes were already soaked and covered in mud, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

She hurriedly walked into the house from outside, her movements quick and agile.

Under the eaves, raindrops danced like sprites, making crisp, melodious sounds, as if accompanying Biluo's movements.

She gently pushed open the door, and a cool breeze mixed with raindrops blew into the room, bringing a touch of freshness.

The stove inside crackled and popped, sparks flying out from time to time. Su Fuying sat quietly in front of the bed, her eyes fixed intently on the man on the bed.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, his face as pale as paper, as if he had lost all vitality.

Biluo gently shook the rain off her straw hat and carefully hung it on the hook by the door.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the room.

"Miss, when will Ying Er wake up?" Bi Luo looked at the man on the bed, her expression somewhat dejected. Almost half a month had passed since the incident at the Minister's residence, and Ying Er remained in a daze, sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, with no significant improvement in his condition.

"Soon." Su Fuying put the medicine bottle into the box, her tone calm.

Her gaze shifted from Ying Er, and she turned to Bi Luo, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

"The Grand Secretary has been demoted, and his wife has gone mad and been exiled." Biluo's voice carried a hint of excitement, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

However, Su Fuying did not show much emotional fluctuation, but simply nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

This matter has been going on for so long, and only now is there a result, which is nothing more than expected.

"There's one more thing, Miss."

Biluo suddenly spoke mysteriously. Seeing that Su Fuying did not react, she pursed her lips and could only continue, "The Minister has resigned and returned to his hometown. He said that his wife and eldest son passed away one after another, and he was exhausted and had no heart to serve as an official."

Upon hearing this news, Su Fuying was slightly taken aback, then a look of sorrow appeared on her face, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "He deserves it, there's no need to pity him."

"What about Su Wan'er?" Su Fuying frowned as she suddenly thought of her, as if she hadn't seen her for a long time.

Biluo looked troubled and hesitated before answering, "I heard she's moved into the Crown Prince's residence."

"Hehe." Su Fuying chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Still so shameless. I wonder what it will be like when Ren Yinxue enters the Crown Prince's residence after the New Year."

Biluo thought of something else, her face showing a sigh, and said softly, "Miss, you don't know, do you? Two days ago, when the Minister's wife was buried, Su Wan'er didn't show up. The people were all talking about it, saying that not even a junior came."

"Human hearts are inherently cold, but Su Wan'er is even less than a human being." Su Fuying's expression was complicated, and the mockery at the corner of her mouth deepened.

"Cough cough cough..." A series of coughs came from behind.

"Shadow Two!" Upon hearing this familiar voice, Biluo rushed forward in surprise, only to see Shadow Two slowly waking up from his coma.