When Gu Jiuxiao looked at her eyes, he vaguely sensed something, his heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help wrapping her hand in his palm, and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive!"
Few people can accept that kind of inhuman method.
Gentiana Qin was pulled back to his mind by him, bit his lips with his bright teeth, and watched silently as the medical sage took out golden needles to give Lao Fengjun acupuncture.
She couldn't bear to look any more, turned around and walked out of Nuanxiang Pavilion.
Yonghou Mansion.
The servant who was sent out to inquire about the news has hurried back and knelt in the hall to report.
"The villain saw with his own eyes that the medical sage hastily entered Dingwang's mansion, and heard the news from inside, it seems that the medical sage is already preparing the old Fengjun's antidote."
As he spoke, he carefully observed Yonghou's face.
"You go down first, and continue to stare at Prince Ding's Mansion."
Yonghou's face was expressionless, and he lightly clasped his fingers on the table. Various thoughts were turning in his mind, but he couldn't be sure.
Aunt Yue held a bowl of ginseng soup, put it in front of him gently, and said softly, "What's wrong with Lord Hou, I've been worrying since just now."
Seeing that it was her, Yonghou smiled a little, pulled her by the wrist, and sat on his lap.
"Benhou is thinking about big things." He said, stroking her arm with his big palm, and asked slowly, "Yueniang, Benhou asks you, if there is a big problem in front of you, you have tried every method but can't solve it, and you can only push it to others, what will you do?"
Aunt Yue was startled, doubts flashed across her pretty face, she asked blankly, "Is that other person important?"
Yonghou was stunned, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "There are people who don't matter."
Aunt Yue chuckled, "Then why is Lord Hou hesitating?"
She covered her mouth slightly, and smiled tenderly, "Yue Niang thought she was someone important enough to scratch her heart and lungs?"
"you're right."
Yonghou hugged her and laughed loudly.
"You're absolutely right!"
It was late at night.
Mrs. Yonghou was still sitting in Qin Wan's room, holding her daughter's empty sleeve, tears dripping down on the empty sleeve.
Ever since her arm was bitten off by the white tiger, Qin Wan's body has weakened a lot, and she was frightened, fearing that her deeds would be revealed by someone pretending to be a bandit and murdering Princess Ding, and her health would not be able to take care of herself. Now, the flesh and blood that was drawn by Yonghou again, has not woken up since passing out in the afternoon.
Seeing her daughter's pale face, Mrs. Yonghou was both sad and frightened.
"Lord Hou..."
"You go down first."
Yonghou waited until he was sure that the servants had gone far away before pushing the door open.
"Master Hou, why are you here?" Madam Yonghou hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, and got up to welcome him.
Yonghou responded indifferently, closed the door casually, and asked casually, "How is Wan'er?"
Mrs. Yonghou wanted to cry again, she stared at Yonghou sadly, "The doctor said it was very bad, Master Hou's actions are too indifferent."
"This Marquis is also doing it for her own good."
Yonghou was silent for a moment, and looked at Mrs. Yonghou fixedly.
She didn't realize it, she was still sobbing with her head down, pitying her child and worrying about her future.
Yonghou slowly took out the white silk that he had prepared a long time ago from his sleeve, wrapped it around her neck abruptly, and twitched his hands tightly.
"Well… "
Mrs. Yonghou was caught off guard by Bai Ling's throat, her eyes turned white, and she had difficulty breathing. Her hands firmly grasped Yonghou's arm, her legs kept struggling, and she kicked over the tables and chairs in the room. No sound came out of her throat.
Yonghou looked coldly at the bloodstains on her arm, his eyes flashed with anger, and his strength increased a bit.
"Hou..." Mrs. Yonghou finally couldn't bear it anymore, her eyes protruded, her head tilted, and she was out of breath.
Yonghou loosened his hands, and Mrs. Yonghou fell limply to the ground.
He kicked her body expressionlessly, and slowly walked towards Qin Wan who was on the bed.
Qin Wan's complexion was pale, as if she was still in a coma and showed no sign of waking up.
He slowly stretched out his hand, holding Qin Wan's throat weakly.
Yonghou Dingding looked at the little daughter who was not moving, thought for a while, but in the end he still didn't make a move. Turn around and pick up Mrs. Yonghou's body and leave.
When she heard the sound of the door being closed, Qin Wan on the bed dared to shed tears from her closed eyes.