After the funeral banquet, the other guests had dispersed. As for the second master of the Yun family, Mrs. Yun, who was humiliated and disfigured, I don’t know if someone had greeted him, but no one mentioned it.

However, during the banquet, those people looked shocked and afraid when they saw Mu Qingling. Some women even subconsciously hid far away, but a few women looked like they wanted to speak but stopped.

Mu Qingling expressed her understanding of this. For women, some diseases are indeed ashamed to speak of, let alone the trouble is known to everyone.

Seeing the desire to speak among the women's expressions, Mu Qingling sighed.

After all, the era she is in is no longer as good as her previous life. In that era of advanced medical care, there are many female doctors for you to choose from, which naturally avoids the embarrassment of male doctors seeing a doctor.

There are not so many priority conditions in this era. Even if there are medical girls, they can only know some fur. Naturally, medical skills are not as good as those doctors with superb medical skills.

However, women in this era are so fancy that many married women know that they are not feeling well, but they are not willing to go to see a doctor.

So when the women saw that they didn't even need to take a pulse, they said something strange about Mrs. Yun Er's body, so they tried to give it a try.

But the woman in front of her was just getting married, she was too young and not easy to say.

Although Mu Qingling understood what these people were thinking, she would not point it out. She was thinking in her mind that after the clinic opened in a few days, it seemed that she had to get a few other pills. It was because no one came to see this kind of disease before, but now it might be different.

It was not until night fell that Mu Qingling and Jun Lingyi left together.

Before leaving, Mu Qingling went to the mourning hall specially. Compared to when she saw Mu Yinghan in the morning, she seemed even more calm at this time, as if she had already recognized the fact that Liu had passed away.

When he saw Mu Qingling returning, Mu Yinghan said nothing, but asked quietly, "Sister, do you know who killed his mother, right?"

At that time, Mu Qingling did not answer her positively, but just persuaded her lightly: "The deceased is gone, and the living is like this. Fourth sister, living the current life is the best reward for your mother."

During the days when Liu was locked in a secret room, the one who could not let go of was his children. If they could survive safely, I think that no matter how big the resentment in Liu's heart was, it would be eliminated.

"Mu Qingling, you know, right? You said...you said, who killed my mother..." Mu Yinghan shouted hysterically.

Mu Qingling sighed and shook her head, and finally looked at the coffin in the middle. Because she needed to stop in the mansion for seven days, ice was already prepared around the coffin, and the coldness came. The sky gradually became darker and the surroundings were quiet and deep. In this atmosphere, the mourning hall was even more cold and cold.

But Mu Yinghan, a daughter who was raised in the boudoir, was not scared by such an atmosphere.

Mu Qingling turned around and left, leaving a light sentence, "The cold air in the mourning hall is very deep, so it's better for the fourth sister to pay attention to her health."

"Mu Qingling, you are not allowed to leave..." Mu Yinghan rushed out of the lobby with resentment, and his eyes touched the two figures that appeared in the corridor, and the words behind him came to an abrupt end.

"Your mother has just been there, and you shouted in front of her spirit. What kind of morality is it?" Prime Minister Mu's face was slightly dark and he scolded sternly.

Mu Yinghan bit her lower lip and said unwillingly: "Father, my daughter only knows that her mother died suddenly. This matter is not that simple. As for... Mu Qingling, she must know something."

Prime Minister Mu frowned, "Yinghan, don't mess around, your mother did die of illness, there is no conspiracy here."

Mu Yinghan gritted his teeth, "I don't believe it..."

Mu Mingxuan looked at the woman with a stubborn face in front of him and sighed softly. As a daughter, Mu Yinghan didn't know what Liu had experienced in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but her persistence was correct, but the truth might not be what she wanted.

"Fourth sister, before the wife passed away, there were several doctors in the mansion who were on the hospital. If you don't believe it, you can ask them."

When Liu was secretly locked into the basement by Prime Minister Mu, in order not to attract other people's attention, he had already prepared a woman who was similar to Liu's body and was terminally ill.

Those doctors were tricks set by Prime Minister Mu, just to get rid of Liu without leaving any trace.

When Prime Minister Mu Mingxuan mentioned those doctors, he nodded with satisfaction, but he did not know what he did, and his eldest son had already known about it.

Mu Mingxuan's eyes were slightly cool, and he remembered in a trance that half a month ago, Rong Cen asked him if he knew his father and the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Before Rong Cen asked him, he had already become suspicious of Prime Minister Mu, but many things were far less shocking than hearing the truth with his own ears.

He never knew that his father could be so cold-blooded that he could kill his wife and children.

"No, I don't believe them. I just need my third sister to tell me in person how my mother died." Mu Yinghan shook her head frequently, with tears in her eyes and biting her lips.

Prime Minister Mu's face darkened, "It's unreasonable."

Mu Mingxuan sighed lightly, "Second Sister, I know that the death of my wife will have a great blow to you. But you should be aware of the relationship between the Fourth Sister, Qingling and the Prime Minister's Mansion. During this period, Qingling has hardly returned to her house. How can she know about the death of her wife?"

"Brother, I'm not really ignorant. My mother passed away when she was ill. Before that, I didn't get any news about my mother's serious illness."

Mu Yinghan shook her head, her eyes were slightly red, and she was wearing a white mourning clothes. There was no other decoration in her hair except the white mourning flowers. Her already thin figure and the misery on her face made her even more shaky, and I felt sorry for her.

Although Liu's sudden madness did make Mu Yinghan feel disgusted. But after all, he was a biological mother. In addition, when Liu was alive, he loved Mu Yinghan and cared for him in all kinds of ways.

After Liu's death, Mu Yinghan suddenly felt that he had lost his support. The grievance of having nowhere to tell him suddenly came up, and he consciously believed that someone had killed his mother.

Mu Mingxuan was silent for a while and said lightly, "Sister Four, no matter what the cause was before, the wife would never survive. You...you should live a good life now, don't think too much."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yinghan didn't say anything, but a trace of resentment flashed quickly in her eyes. The nails under her sleeves almost pinched into her flesh, but she couldn't feel any pain: I wanted her to think that nothing happened, how could it be possible!
Chapter completed!