Wu Hantian could hear Wu Sheyue's clearly sarcastic tone. Every word she said and the bleeding expression that was still smiling were an absolute provocation to him. He regretted why he tolerated this most annoying child running rampant in the house for so long!
"Zi Qi, my Zi Qi... my poor child..." Jiang Qingxue was angry. She held her son's hand and cried bitterly, "What should I do? Will I be able to get better after this? Can I get up again?" What! What will happen to Ziqi’s future in the future!"
Someone finally mentioned the condition, and the doctor shook his head and sighed, "Madam, please calm down, although the young master's legs are probably, I'm afraid, useless. But he was treated in time, and he will be able to walk on a slope in the future... "
Jiang Qingxue and Wu Ziqi were startled when they heard the bad news. The old lady suddenly let out a sigh of relief and fainted.
"Old lady—"
"mother!"
Wu Hantian hurriedly rushed over and hugged the old lady's fallen body, and the chair and teapot next to her smashed to the floor again.
Over there they were busy making a ball, while over here in the corner, Wu Sheyue slowly got up from the ground. With a calm expression, she patted her dress with one hand and simply sorted out the wrinkles and dust on her body. If you didn't look at her shoulders, she looked like she was fine.
At this moment, she felt a little pity in her heart. After all, she had been pretending to be a grandson in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so long, and today she finally failed. The real benefits haven't been enough yet, all the previous ones have been in vain... It's really like taking a shot back to before liberation.
She was not too disappointed with these people. After all, she knew what their intentions were from the beginning. If there were no expectations, there would be no disappointment. But it was somewhat uncomfortable, after all... Whether it was true or not, everyone had been getting along happily for several months. No matter what they were thinking behind the scenes, they were all protecting each other on the surface. But it turned out that these people really had no feelings for her at all~
The doctor spent a long time there pinching the person's body and acupuncture, and then the old lady slowly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked straight at Wu Hantian's eager face, muttering sadly and numbly, "It's over... It's over..."
That is the only boy born directly from the prime minister's house... the only orthodox bloodline...
Wu Ziqi Zhileng looked at the old lady in shock on the bed. When he heard that those few were finished, he naturally understood what it meant. So he cried and wailed, banging the bed and shouting, "If I become a useless person, then what's the point of living for me! Why don't you just let me die! Wu Sheyue, why don't you just kill me for the pleasure!"
Jiang Qingxue hugged her son distressedly. When the old lady heard such a voice, she closed her eyes in despair.
Wu Hanqiang's whole body was trembling. He took a deep breath and looked back at Wu Sheyue. Wu Sheyue's face was a little pale, and she was looking straight back without fear. She had the air of a stubborn old man with two sleeves.
Wu Hantian's right hand slowly clenched, and there was a crunching sound between his fingers. He shouted angrily, "Come here!"
Before he finished speaking, a boy rushed through the door and shouted: "Master! The young prince is here!"
When Jiang Qingxue heard this, she stood up and asked, "Why didn't Yu Jing come earlier and later? Why did he come to rescue him at this time?" !
"What's going on with him!" Wu Hantian roared in shock and anger, his whole body like an erupting volcano.
The young man was frightened by the roar and said weakly: "The servants don't know when the young prince came. The young prince seemed to appear suddenly. He just said that no one was found in the west courtyard and asked the servants to come out. Third Miss Zhao..." As he spoke, he saw Wu Sheyue covered in blood again, and his tone changed in the second half of the sentence.
Wu Hantian suddenly smashed the round table next to him with a palm, and the pieces rolled to the ground with a loud bang. Both Wu Ziqi and the old lady stopped talking, and no one in the room spoke for a while.
Wu Sheyue suddenly said, "Yue'er did well what dad ordered last time."
"What did you say!?"
She gave a weak smile and said, "Daddy asked me to coax the young prince well, accept his advances, and try my best to make the young prince like Yue'er... Yue'er has done it."
At this time, Wu Hantian's face turned green, as if he had swallowed a fly and felt sick. The old lady weakly raised her hand and tugged on Wu Hantian's sleeve. He immediately turned his head and glanced at the old lady, facing the gloomy bottomless abyss.
He understands what his mother means...
"You go back first, and I will settle the score with you later." Wu Hantian said this through gritted teeth.
"Oh, thank you so much, dad~" Wu Sheyue said indifferently and walked out of the house.
When Wu Sheyue left his side, he really wished he could reach out and strangle this scourge.
As soon as Wu Sheyue went out, she felt very weak and ran all the way to the west courtyard. Many maids screamed in surprise when they saw her on the road, but Wu Sheyue ignored her at all.
As soon as she entered the door, she bumped into Yu Jing who was waiting at the door. She asked him in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Yu Jing's eyes darkened, and he took her uninjured hand and walked inside, "It's the news from A Li, what's going on with you."
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It just looks scary."
She said it very easily, but Sisi and Xiaoling still had red eyes. They closed the courtyard door and Yu Jing led them all the way into the house.
"Come here and show me." Yu Jing said as he began to untie Wu Sheyue's clothes and asked her in a low voice, "Why did Wu Ziqi come here suddenly?"
"It was Xin Yu who showed you the way. He plans to cause some trouble for you."
"It seems I have to deal with him first." Yu Jing's voice was filled with anger.
Wu Sheyue didn't even think what would happen if her arms and legs were shown to others, so she allowed Yu Jing to take off her coat. She was wearing a light purple tube top without embroidery, and a long knife wound on her shoulder was still bleeding. (To be continued)