Uncle Yongchang fell too suddenly, and even though he was quickly supported by Xie Yinlou who was not far away, he still aroused bursts of exclamations.
"Father, what's wrong with you?" Xie Qingyao was so frightened that Hua Rong rushed over.
Yong Changbo's head rested on Xie Yinlou's shoulder, sagging weakly.
Seeing this, Zhen Shicheng groaned in his heart, and immediately stepped forward and called, "Uncle, uncle!"
Uncle Yong Chang closed his eyes tightly, and a strand of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Zhen Shicheng immediately stretched out his hand to sniff at Bo Yongchang.
No breath at all.
Zhen Shicheng withdrew his hand and said solemnly, "Please call the doctor!"
Xie Qingyao suddenly widened his eyes and grabbed Yongchang Bo's hand: "Father, what's the matter with you?"
Zhen Shicheng shouted, "Don't shake him!"
Xie Qingyao let go of his hands in fright, staring at Kong Luoluo's hands in a daze.
Jiang Si was standing not far away, feeling dizzy as he looked at Yong Chang Bo who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Uncle Yongchang's mansion already had a doctor, and soon the doctor came in a hurry with a medicine box. When he saw Uncle Yongchang's appearance, he hurried forward to check for a while, and was finally stunned.
"My father... how is it?" Xie Yinlou tried his best to keep his composure, but there was still a trace of unease in his voice.
The doctor knew that no matter how difficult it was to say, he had to say it, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle... gone..."
At this moment, Yongchangbo was still leaning on Xie Yinlou, Xie Yinlou clenched his fists hard, and his expression was a little distorted.
Xie Qingyao screamed and fell down softly.
Jiang Si subconsciously stretched out his hand to support Xie Qingyao, but at this moment he was also at a loss.
Yong Changbo is actually dead!
In his previous life, Yong Changbo suffered from sleepwalking, but his body was always tough, and now he is dead—
Jiang Xian didn't dare to think about it, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.
Zhen Shicheng's eyes fell on Jiang Si without realizing it, and he was a little puzzled.
Although Yong Changbo's death was sudden, he could still maintain a rational calm for a person like him who was used to life and death, but Miss Jiang was so calm and dazzling before, how could she be so complacent now
Looking at it like this, it was strange that Miss Jiang was hit no less than the Xie brothers and sisters.
"Master Zhen, is my father poisoned?" Xie Yinlou slowly asked this sentence, looking at the damselfly with cold eyes like a knife.
"This still needs to be checked before a conclusion can be drawn." Zhen Shicheng motioned his subordinates to step forward to remove Yong Changbo's body and carry it into the house for inspection.
The servants in the yard waited tremblingly, not even daring to let out the air.
Xie Qingyao finally regained his voice and cried, "Father—"
She cried so badly that she bent down, as if she was about to cry out of her heart and lungs.
That shrill cry was like a whip dipped in salt water hitting Jiang Si's heart, causing her to drip with blood.
She hugged Xie Qingyao hard and kept mumbling: "Qingyao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Although she knew that the person who killed Yong Changbo and his wife was the damselfly, no matter how much she deceived herself, she couldn't convince herself that she was not responsible.
It was indeed because of her talkativeness that the fate of Yong Changbo and his wife was changed.
Is it possible for her to have a clear conscience because of her good intentions
She didn't know what would happen to others when this happened, at least she couldn't.
Those were two lives, the parents of a good friend, and the backbone of the whole family. I don't know how many people's fates were related, but just because of her few words, it was gone.
At this moment, Jiang Xi finally understood that the prophets not only brought benefits, but also brought bad luck to people if they were not careful with their words and deeds.
"Ah, ah—" Xie Qingyao cried as she grabbed Jiang-like hand, her nails scratched blood on the back of her fair hand.
Xie Qingyao, who was immersed in grief, felt nothing, while Jiang seemed to endure it silently.
It didn't take long for Zuo Zuo to have a result: "Sir, Uncle was not poisoned, but died of a sudden heart attack—"
"Nonsense!" Xie Yinlou interrupted Zu Zuo coldly, "My father has always been in good health, and he never heard the doctor say that he suffers from heart disease!"
After he finished speaking, he brought the doctor over and asked sharply, "Doctor Zhang, you should know my father's physical condition best, tell me!"
Doctor Zhang wiped away his sweat, but he didn't make it clear at this time that he, as a doctor, would not have a good life, so he quickly explained: "Sir, sudden heart disease is different from other diseases, and it may not be detected on weekdays. Anything wrong, but it's possible to be severely stimulated—"
Xie Yinlou suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and walked towards the damselfly.
"Hurry up and stop him!" Zhen Shicheng shouted.
Xie Yinlou held the saber in his hand and looked cold: "Master Zhen, I want to chop up that woman to avenge my parents, you want to stop me?"
Zhen Shicheng shook his head: "Sir, don't be impulsive, the truth has been found out, and they will get the punishment they deserve."
Xie Yinlou snorted coldly and pushed away the yamen who stopped him: "Get out of the way!"
"Brother Xie, didn't you dirty your hands by killing yourself?" Jiang Xi never wanted to let Xie Yinlou be charged with murder again, so he couldn't care about his extremely depressed mood to stop him.
The hatred of taking his wife and the hatred of killing his father, although murder and revenge would be tolerated by the law in such circumstances, it may still be criticized for Xie Yinlou, who is about to take the throne.
Everyone has a few friends, and also has a few enemies, and there are many people who stare at the downfall when they are unlucky.
If Xie Yinlou caused something to go wrong with his title because of the murder, Jiang seemed even more unable to forgive himself.
Xie Yinlou's dark jade-like eyes looked at him, so dark that he could not see through his emotions for a while.
Jiang Si embraced Xie Qingyao and persuaded: "Brother Xie, they have hurt the uncle's mansion so miserably, wouldn't it be cheap for them to get rid of it like this?"
Xie Yinlou's eyes moved, and the sword was sheathed.
Zhen Shicheng came over and patted Xie Yinlou on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "Sir, my condolences and change, if there is any help in the back of the house, you can send someone to Shuntian House to speak."
Xie Yinlou lowered his eyes and thanked him.
"Tie the damselfly and the chief steward away!" After Zhen Shicheng instructed, he bowed his hands to Jiang Si, "Miss Jiang, you have helped this officer a lot this time, and I will come to the door to thank you when I come back."
Well, in this case, I can take my son with me.
Jiang Si was in a mess, and hurriedly returned a salute: "Thank you for not being an adult, the little girl didn't do anything."
Zhen Shicheng left quickly with a group of people, Xie Yinlou walked to Jiang Si, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Thank you very much today, I will take you back first."
At this time, Jiang seemed to be able to let Xie Yinlou send it, so he naturally refused.
Xie Qingyao held Jiang as if not letting go, Xie Yinlou glanced at his sister: "Qingyao, we have to take care of my father and mother's funeral. Let Miss Jiang go back first."
"Ashi—" Xie Qingyao shed tears at Jiang Sizhi, looking so pitiful.
Jiang Si shook Xie Qingyao's hand: "I'll go back and tell my family, and I'll come to accompany you."
Xie Qingyao let go.
Jiang Shi walked out of the gate of the Yongchang Uncle's Mansion and met the dazzling sunlight, and almost fell down with his feet soft.
"Girl, are you okay?" Ah Man hurriedly supported her.
Jiang Si shook his head and continued to walk forward, stopping when he was about to reach the Dongping Uncle's Mansion.
A large dog wagged its tail cheerfully at her.