My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 99 Spelled Violet

After leaving Song’s room, Lu Zijia walked to the door of the second room.

  No need to say anything from her this time, Song Zhuohai spontaneously opened the door to her and asked her to enter.

  ”This is my wife and I’s room.”

  Lu Zijia walked in and nodded, “I can see it.”

   “Master Lu?”

   Seeing Lu Zijia walking to the balcony, and then stood outside the balcony and stopped moving, he couldn’t help but make a noise.

   “Gosh! We have rooms too?”

  Fang Yueqiu, who also followed behind, paled again, her feet were soft, and she almost fell.

  Fortunately, Song Zhuohai held her back because of his quick eyes and quick hands.

  Song Zhuohai did not know if Lu Zijia saw something, and did not answer his wife’s question.

   Instead, they looked at Lu Zijia together, waiting for her answer with anxiety.

  Lu Zijia stood on the balcony, stared at a pot of violets for a while, beckoned to the Song family and motioned them to come.

   “Master Lu, did you find anything?” Song Zhuohai asked his wife as he walked over.

  In fact, Song Zhuohai hoped that Lu Zijia hadn’t found it, which meant that there was no such dirty stuff.

  Unfortunately, Lu Zijia did not do what he wanted.

  I saw her stretch out her white fingers and pointed to the violet on the balcony. “This flower is raised with human blood and has been spelled.

  One month after this pan of violets appeared, your husband and wife must have often nightmares, right?

  Furthermore, the scene in your dream is what you most want to happen in your heart. “

  Following what Lu Zijia said, the expressions of Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu changed.

  Looking at what it looks like, it’s obviously a hit.

  ”I remember this potted flower, Zhuolan gave it to you, right?”

  Old man Song stared at the pot of violets with old eyes, expressionless, his tone was like the tranquility before the storm.

  Fang Yueqiu opened her mouth for a while before she said something, “Yes, yes, it was given to me by Zhuolan more than two months ago.”

  At the right time, she and her husband had a nightmare together for more than a month.

  If it is the previous landscape painting, it can be said that Song Zhuolan may have been used by others.

  So, what about this pot of violets now? Is it still being used?

  This kind of statement is really unbelievable!

“Why!”

  Fang Yueqiu’s body couldn’t help trembling, and her eyes on Song Zixuan were full of endless regret.

  Why did Song Zhuolan do this? For so many years, she completely treated Song Zhuolan as her own sister and never treated her in the slightest.

  Why does Song Zhuolan still do this!

  Zixuan is her biological son, the bloodline of the Song family, and her nephew of Song Zhuolan!

  Pity her son, who has suffered so much for so many years, let her be a mother, what face will she have to face this son in the future?

  ”Little Autumn…”

  Song Zhuohai also understands that Song Zhuolan is most suspicious now, but Song Zhuolan is his sister.

  In any case, it is impossible for him to attack his sister until he has thoroughly checked it out.

  Fang Yueqiu also understands Song Zhuohai’s concerns, but can understand, but some can’t accept it.

  After all, the evidence was so utterly presented before her, how could she believe that Song Zhuolan was innocent?

  Song Zhuohai looked at his hand being pushed away by his wife, and he violently twitched in his heart, and opened his mouth to say something.

  But Fang Yueqiu didn’t seem to want to listen to him anymore, she turned around silently and turned her back to him.

  (End of this chapter)