1540 Rising From the Dead
Qiao Mu did not know whether it was good, but in any case, she did not have a good opinion of people from the Mu Clan.
How she treated them in the future depended on how they treated her.
Besides, she was bound to meet that Prefecture Lord Geng Pengcheng of Shuntian Prefecture in this journey to the Middle Six Prefectures. At that time, she would naturally find out whether he was a god or a ghost.
At the end of a quiet and secluded hill.
Qiao Mu stood there with Haitang.
She did not move, just watching Haitang dig.
After scooping out one shovel after another full of dirt, Haitang soon dug up the eldest prince consort's coffin.
She then turned to say to Qiao Mu, "This is not good, Crown Prince Consort."
Of course digging up graves wasn't good, but it was also dependent on whose grave you were digging up…
"Open it." Qiao Mu cast Haitang an indifferent glance.
This child was a stodgy one. She did not say much, and each time she did she would speak woodenly. That was why even if she disagreed with her master, she would still obediently complete her tasks.
Haitang cupped her hands three times toward the coffin before quickly patting it. The nails on the coffin lid immediately flew out and bounced to the side.
The coffin lid rose up and revealed the four ghastly pale faces of one adult and three children.
If normal people were to see this, they would probably get scared out of their wits. However, Qiao Mu was completely unmoved.
Haitang picked up her sword and was about to stab it into the coffin.
Yet Qiao Mu couldn't resist twitching her mouth. "Stop, what are you planning to do?"
Haitang deadpanned as she replied in confusion, "Crown Prince Consort, are you not digging up the eldest prince consort's grave to hack and then whip their corpses?"
Qiao Mu: …
"Why would I do that when I have no enmity with them." Qiao Mu gazed at Haitang with an exasperated look. "Moreover, even if I do have enmity with them, I would take revenge on them while they're alive. It's senseless to tussle with a corpse."
The young crown prince consort naturally had her own pride. She seemed to think of something while she was talking, and her eyes flickered.
She wondered if Yi'an was doing well.
The young crown prince consort's lips curled up into a smirk.
She naturally had to pay the price for showing off her cooking skills and daring to make a dig at her in front of the queen.
She wondered if Yi'an was feeling well recently after eating her spiked pastry.
The most laughable thing was that she had processed the Sumeru seed that Yi'an used to sabotage the queen dowager's jasper begonia into a medicinal powder. She then regifted it to Commandery Princess Yi'an to consume it herself.
This kind of poison powder had a particularly peculiar use.
Once the person got wounded, the injury would never heal. If the person was not cured of the poison within half a month, the wound would fester and spread, bleeding the person dry.
It was right that it was poison. Didn't other people know that she would get mad if they laid covetous eyes on her man time and time again!
Haitang blinked. "Then for what reason exactly are you, Crown Prince Consort, digging up this grave."
The young crown prince consort walked up and squatted in front of the eldest prince consort. She opened the other's mouth with her hand and fed her two mouthfuls of medicinal solution.
She tapped the eldest prince consort's throat with her two fingers, and that medicinal solution slowly streamed down the latter's esophagus.
Haitang stared at the young crown prince consort in bewilderment. Right now, she would not stupidly ask the crown prince consort again whether she wanted to poison the eldest prince consort!
The crown prince consort wouldn't be that senseless.
The young crown prince consort must have her reason for doing this.
She just didn't understand why the crown prince consort was doing… Ah?
"Cough, cough. Cough!"
