C93 Voodoo Doll

Mistress Ling slipped, and the baby was dead. Mu Po ordered people and Mrs Miao to go in and take a look at the fetus. Its entire body was purple. When Mrs Miao saw this scene, she could not help but think of Aunt Qu's appearance when she gave birth. Her heart turned cold and she was actually a little afraid as she retreated. Sitting in front of the chair, she held her chest and retched a few times but did not throw up.

"Mother?" Mu Ruqing patted her shoulder and asked. Mrs Miao shook her head to indicate that it was fine.

Mistress Ling laid weakly on the bed with her eyes half open and half closed. Her hand held onto the midwife from before, "Where is my child? Where is my child?"

Mu Po looked at her and waved his hand in pain. The midwife carried the dead child out.

However, Yuan Zhen stopped her. He lifted a corner of the child's body and looked at the dead baby. He lowered his head and bowed. "This poor Taoist has a saying. I wonder if I should say it?"

"Elder Daoist, please say it." Although the old lady was sad, she should at least ask about it.

"There is a red dot on the baby's chest and abdomen. This humble Taoist feels that Mistress Ling's pregnancy is strange." Yuan Zhen raised his head and spoke unhurriedly.

"What did you say?" The old lady's expression changed. "Who wanted to harm my grandson?"

Mrs Miao raised her head and looked at Yuan Zhen. Mu Po also walked out. "Elder Taoist, what do you think?"

"I wonder if the old lady and prime minister have heard of the voodoo doll?" Yuan Zhen took a step and thought about it.

"Elder Taoist, don't talk about such things!" The voodoo toxin was regarded as a demonic technique. If someone was found to use it, the crime would not be light. As the prime minister, Mu Po naturally did not want to believe that there was such a demonic technique in the prime minister's residence.

"Believe it or not, it's all up to prime minister." Yuan Zhen held his hands behind his back. "The willow tree is Yin. If you bury the voodoo doll under the tree, it will be even more sinister. In just a few days, the Yin soul of the victim will return to the heavens."

"Father, daughter thinks what Daoist Priest Yuan said makes sense." Mu Ruqing thought for a moment and blessed herself.

Mrs Miao pulled Mu Ruqing's sleeve. This matter was not to be trifled with...

The old lady squinted her eyes and saw the screen. She heard Mistress Ling moaning on the bed. She closed her eyes and took care of Mistress Ling's matter for the first time, "Although Daoist Priest Yuan is young, he has received the teachings of Daoist Priest Tian Mu and is trustworthy. Since the matter has come to this point, if we do not investigate, it will be unfair to Mistress Ling."

"Yes." Mu Po naturally did not dare to disobey the old lady's orders.

There was a willow tree's courtyard in the Prime Minister's residence. There were several courtyards, including Mrs Miao, Mu Ruqing, Lau Fenglan and Mistress Ling. There were also a few empty courtyards.

"Prime minister, send a few more people to dig. Investigate as long as there are courtyards of willow trees. " Mrs Miao was not unreasonable. If she wanted to investigate, then she, the matriarch, would do it first.

Mu Po nodded his head and sent his trusted aides to bring a few soldiers with them and go with servant girl from the various courtyards. This way, it would also prevent people from waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble.

Originally, he was prepared to leave Mistress Ling's courtyard to investigate and was afraid that she would be provoked again. However, Mistress Ling cried and cried. She wanted to see with her own eyes who the murderer of her child was. She wanted to say something so badly that she wanted to eat the murderer's bones and blood to resolve the deep hatred.

Mu Po's heart ached for her and he did as he was told. He waited in the hall for two hours.

Only then did his trusted aides leisurely rush over. Holding a cloth covered box, his eyes looked at Mrs Miao a few more times, "Reporting to prime minister, we have dug out something..."

"Where did we dig it up?" Mu Po stood up and pointed at his trusted aide, asking him to bring it up.

"I... I..." The henchman hesitated for a long time. Mu Po scolded him anxiously, "Why are you stuttering? Tell me!"

"In Madam's courtyard." The words of the trusted aide pressed down on Mrs Miao's heart word by word.

"How is this possible!" Mrs Miao pointed at her trusted aide, her face full of doubt, "You framed this lady!"

"Enough!" The old lady slammed the table and looked at Mrs Miao with disappointment, "I thought you were a good wife, but I didn't expect you to do such a castrating thing!"

"Mother, not daughter-in-law!" Mrs Miao knelt on the ground and cried.

"Grandmother. Why would mother do such a thing? There must be injustice! "Mu Ruqing pleaded for Mrs Miao.

"Madam. Do you plead guilty? " Mu Po could not stand steadily. He took a step back and held his head.

"No! I did not do it, why should I admit it?" Mrs Miao showed her backbone and straightened her back.

"Take a look yourself!" Mu Po threw the voodoo doll in front of Mrs Miao and cursed, "It's your handwriting! If I remember correctly, you're the only one who has the fabric on the doll. Who else can it be other than you?"

Mrs Miao's hands were shaking so hard that she almost could not hold the doll. It was clearly written on it that Mistress Ling's birthday was about the time she was pregnant. There were a few bright needles on the baby's belly.

Mu Ruqing took it over and looked at it carefully. The handwriting was indeed similar to Mrs Miao's. But it was so soft that a few of the strokes lost the style of the brush. Squeezing the baby's stomach, it was actually soft. Mu Ruqing used her strength to pull it open. There was actually a small person stuffed inside!

"How can you be so vicious?" Mu Po was just about to get angry when his face turned red. Without saying anything more, he raised his hand and hit it hard.

Mu Ruqing could not just sit there and do nothing. She pushed Mrs Miao and took a hard slap from Mu Po. Mu Po's strength was too great. When Mu Ruqing turned her head, there were five finger marks on her face and there was blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Qing..." Mrs Miao hurriedly checked Mu Ruqing Mu Po and was stunned. Her hand did not land for a long time in the air.

Yuan Zhen moved but did not go up. He still stood where he was and looked at her with heartache.

The old lady also felt heartache for Mu Ruqing and knocked on the stick, "Why did you hit Qing? Go back and check. What are you doing? " Lau Fenglan supported the old lady by the side, afraid that she would be too agitated. Although her expression was worried, she was happier than anyone when she saw Mu Ruqing getting beaten up.

"Grandmother, mother, Qing is fine." Mu Ruqing smiled gently and held the doll to help Mrs Miao up. "Father, daughter knows that you are angry but she should investigate clearly. The handwriting can be imitated, even though it looks like mother's handwriting. But if you look closely, there are many flaws."

He handed the baby to Mu Po and continued, "I saw that my mother had a set of clothes for this cloth. I asked her if she had more, and she also gave me one. Her mother said that there were only four pieces of cloth. She gave one to Mistress Ling. Two was given to my grandmother. One of his mother's clothes was made, but it was already gone. Grandmother is excluded... "

" Fourth... Miss, are you saying that I caused my own child to die? " Mistress Ling laid on the bed and weakly argued. Her tone was extremely long and one could tell that she was very angry.

"That may not be the case." Mu Ruqing stared at the screen, "Every courtyard in the Prime Minister's Estate has been checked but there was no inspection of aunt's courtyard..."

"Qing! Don't be presumptuous!" How could Mu Po believe that Mistress Ling would harm his child? No one present believed it.

"Father, grandmother, daughter only knows to return mother's innocence." Mu Ruqing's tone did not allow anyone to interfere.

"Fourth Miss... Are you saying that I am framing Madam? Causing my own flesh and blood to frame Madam?" Mistress Ling's voice was intermittent as she recalled what she had just experienced. What if my wife had already made a doll before she made clothes? What if the notebook was also deliberately made for it?"

"Ridiculous. Could it be that Mother thought Mistress Ling would be pregnant five or six years ago? If mother wanted to harm you, she could totally write a few random notes. Why would she use such a special material? And why would she bury it in her own courtyard? There are so many empty courtyards in the residence... " Mu Ruqing said everything very clearly and slowly eliminated the doubts in people's hearts towards Mrs Miao. " If someone wants to frame mother, it will be different! "

Mu Ruqing actually peeled silk and pulled out cocoons to such an extent. Mu Po and the old lady could not help but believe in Mrs Miao.

"Prime minister." Mistress Ling's tearful voice came out, "This is our child! prime minister! Why is Fourth Miss so vicious and framed me?"

" Father, grandmother. What if the fetus in Mistress Ling's womb was a dead fetus? " Mu Ruqing's words shocked everyone and the air immediately quietened down. Everyone did not reply, including Mistress Ling who was still crying just now.