A murder is also a blood feud.
Xu Zhihuai unconsciously tightened her hands and grasped the thin piece of clothing in her palms. She wished she could prick up her ears and listen more carefully and clearly. However, Wei Li suddenly lowered his tone, causing her to only hear a few words intermittently.
Kill people and silence them... without leaving any consequences...
Xu Zhihuai was completely anxious. He stood up and was about to walk to the curtain when he suddenly heard Zhu Xuxing angrily scolding Wei Li, accompanied by a heavy slap on the table.
"Why are you telling me now? How many secrets are you hiding in your mouth?"
Wei Li said in a low voice: "Your Highness, Marquis Fengdu believes in Taogu Xianfeng. When the Xie family's 30,000 taels of silver fell into his hands, he built that palace. How much wealth does the Xie family still have hidden in it?" Inside, only the one with the surname Mu knows it."
"The Xie family's greedy money, recovered in the past six months, is only a drop in the bucket..."
Zhu Xuxing once again expressed his difficulties: "We are here this time, and we can't go back empty-handed."
"I understand what Your Highness means."
Just as Xu Zhihuai's heartbeat was racing and his breathing was short, waiting for the truth of that year to surface, he suddenly heard Zhu Suxing mutter: "If there is no evidence for the past, it is useless even to mention it. Those people in the village, Although they are innocent, they are still the people of Fengduhou."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Zhihuai's heart suddenly clenched into a ball and his breathing became difficult.
The people of Fengduhou...so they died when they died.
If you die, you will die...
In an instant, Xu Zhihuai heard a roar in her ears, as if something exploded all over the ground and hit her head and face, leaving bloody marks.
Suddenly, everything in front of his eyes turned red.
Xu Zhihuai would never see the ghosts in her dreams when she was awake during the day. At this moment, she felt countless hands snaking up from the cracks in the ground and climbing up her body rapidly.
Xu Zhihuai felt that he could hardly breathe.
His vision went black, followed by a blank space without consciousness.
When she woke up again, in front of her was an anxious-looking Zhu Xiuxing, whose eyes were full of uneasiness. He called her name and held her hand, his voice hoarse because of too much nervousness.
"Huai'er, are you okay? You're fine, why did you faint suddenly?"
Xu Zhihuai looked at his face and hesitated to speak. When she opened her mouth, she wished she could ask him directly: "Why did Wei Li massacre her village and kill all her family members back then?"
Zhu Xuxing saw that she had something to say, so he leaned closer and said, "Huai'er, tell me, what do you want?"
Xu Zhihuai choked with sobs from his throat and murmured: "I just accidentally heard something..."
Only then did Zhu Xuxing realize. He leaned down, hugged her into his arms, and gently comforted her: "Don't be afraid, it's all insignificant old things."
Xu Zhihuai's pupils trembled.
She had been hurt and tortured by Wei Li's ruthlessness countless times, but she never really felt sad because she never trusted him and never cared about him. But Zhu Xiuxing is different. She is the only light that appears in the dark life.
It was he who pulled her out of the filthy quagmire, and it was he who gave her meticulous warmth.
He was her only warmth.
Zhu Xuxing saw some unexplained sadness in Xu Zhihuai's stunned eyes, and her tears also flowed down, rolling down in big drops.
This overwhelming sadness extinguished the only warmth in her heart.
"Huai'er... why are you crying? Is it a child..."
Zhu Xuxing asked the doctor to come over. Unexpectedly, the thin thread for diagnosing the pulse was hung on his wrist. Xu Zhihuai groaned in pain and his body struggled.
Jinhua hurriedly checked and reached into the quilt, only to feel a sticky dampness. When she took her hand out, everyone saw that her hands were bright red.
Blood!
Zhu Xuxing once lost a child, and he knew exactly what kind of danger this portended.
He roared angrily and called the doctor.
The doctor who came in a hurry also turned pale with fright. Jinhua opened the quilt and looked again. The mattress on the bed was soaked with blood.
Xu Zhihuai was so painful that his consciousness was blurred, and his whole body felt numb like he was about to die. His limbs were cold and weak, and he was at the mercy of others.
She was used to pain, used to despair, and used to separation between life and death.
Zhu Xiuxing was waiting outside the curtain, fidgeting.
Before Wei Li could leave, he heard that Xu Zhihuai had induced a miscarriage, and he clenched his fists unconsciously. Then he raised his eyes to Zhu Xiuxing and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, your Majesty is weak. I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Xuxing raised his hand to interrupt: "There is no fear, there is no eventuality, she and the child will be safe, both will be safe."
He was originally speaking to him, but as he spoke, he seemed to be talking to himself, murmuring over and over again.
"Your Highness!"
Wei Li noticed that he was losing control and reminded him: "Your Highness, you must calm down."
The child in Xu Zhihuai's belly is not yet full-term, and it is almost impossible to save it today.
After a long hour, Po Wen came out with blood on her hands and replied: "Madam's child is fine for the time being, but she is bleeding too much... If Madam cannot survive tonight, the child in her belly will not be saved either."
Wei Li's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this.
He never expected that the child would survive. However, with such a little flesh and blood, he can still be so strong, which is really a blessing.
Zhu Xuxing breathed a sigh of relief and felt even more sorry for Xu Zhihuai. He rushed into the room and saw Xu Zhihuai's face was pale and he was holding ginseng slices in his mouth.
Zhu Xuxing walked to the bed, but was stopped by the doctor: "Please don't get close to Madam. Madam is weak and should not be close to others."
Xu Zhihuai's pulse was weak and his consciousness was in a trance. Zhu Xuxing was heartbroken when he saw it: "Why did he suddenly have fetal force?"
The doctor hesitated: "Judging from the pulse, it's caused by blood rushing to the heart. Did Madam get any fright?"
Zhu Xuxing sighed, regretting that he should not have discussed matters with Wei Li outside and let her hear those bloody past events.
Wei Li stood a few steps away and seemed to have smelled something abnormal.
There is absolutely no reason why Xu Zhihuai should be so excited.
It was late at night, and Xu Zhihuai was lying on the bed with a pale face, relying only on ginseng soup to survive.
Zhu Xuxing was standing outside, anxious and trapped.
During this period, Wei Li ordered someone to give the prince a cup of soothing tea. When he fell asleep, he appeared again. He walked straight into the inner room and asked the doctor, could the child be saved?
The doctor was sweating profusely and trembling: "Master Hou, this child is only six months old... I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to survive to full term."
"If he doesn't survive, can the child survive?"
"It's hard to say. Even if the child is born before full term, he may suffer from hidden diseases and die young."
After hearing this, Wei Li glanced coldly at Xu Zhihuai's face, only to see her blinking weakly and her lips trembling, as if she had something to say.
He subconsciously leaned over, and before he could stand still, he heard her weakly begging: "Save... our child."
