"Old madam, you can't help me." The maid turned around anxiously.
"Mom, put down the scissors quickly, don't hurt yourself." Ms. Liu ran forward.
The old lady held the scissors to her neck: "Don't come over here. If you take another step, I will poke you."
"This...general..." Liu was frightened to the point of despair.
Xiang Minghou was also a little panicked in his eyes, and his hand holding Ye Qianning gradually tightened. He didn't know when his relationship with his mother had reached this level.
Ye Qianning didn't expect that the old lady would go to this extent for the sake of her second wife, who was also her son. She treated him like this just because her father couldn't have children.
Defending the family and the country, killing the enemy and charging, she ended up in pain, and the mother only cared about her children. It was so chilling.
"Put down the scissors." After a while, Xiang Minghou said coldly.
"If you don't think of a way to let Si Yan and Zhenzhu go to Loushan, my mother will die in front of you today, and you will be guilty of matricide." The old lady did not look like letting go at all.
Xiang Minghou felt that all the sharp blades on the battlefield could not compare to the chilling and heart-wrenching moment.
He felt that he was redundant in this family, so he hated going back to Kyoto.
Especially after being seriously injured, he would not feel that he could not hold his head up in front of the world, but would feel proud of his military achievements. But in this family, he could not hold his head up.
Now, his mother is placing the blame on him for such a big crime as matricide.
Chill spreads all over the body, cold, it is spring but it makes people feel really cold——
Ye Qianning noticed that Xiang Minghou was shaking, and opened her little hands to wrap around him. The tip of her nose felt a little sour: "Dad."
Men are not afraid of fighting or bleeding. The most fatal injury comes from home——
Xiang Minghou took a breath, and the nasal sound of the milk dispelled the chill all over his body. A smile appeared on his resolute face. Maybe, it won't be too cold in the future.
"Speak to Marquis Xiang Ming." The old lady was speechless when she saw Marquis Xiang Ming, and the scissors really stabbed her neck.
The blood immediately stained the scissors.
"Old lady." the maid cried.
"Dad, grandma is bleeding, dad just agree."
Ye Qianning didn't expect the old lady to be so brave. It seemed that she was really risking her life.
If others were like this, even if they pretended not to want to die, she would stab them herself to let them know that people's hearts are sinister, but the old lady is my father's mother.
If something happens to her, I'm afraid she will become a nightmare for her father for the rest of his life.
Xiang Minghou was silent for a while before nodding: "Okay."
As soon as the voice fell, the old lady's scissors fell to the ground with a clatter, and she collapsed on the ground. She was also very frightened.
"Doctor, go and ask for the doctor quickly." Ms. Liu hurriedly ran to help her.
The maid ran out of the door rolling and crawling.
Xiang Minghou said nothing, didn't even look at the old lady, and walked out of the door with Ye Qianning in his arms.
The afterglow of the ground hit his resolute face, making it difficult for Xiang Minghou to open his eyes. He freed up a hand to cover the setting sun. It turned out that the setting sun was also so dazzling.
"Dad." Ye Qianning wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his neck.
It was a huge blow to Xiang Minghou, and the wounds in his heart were difficult to heal.
An old lady from the Academy forced people to do this, and there will be more things to do in the future. Just thinking about it is enough to make a pot worth of wine.
Xiang Minghou said nothing, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and walked towards Yuehua Xiaozhu. The tip of his nose was sore, his chest was heavy, and he always felt out of breath.
Ye Qianning was extremely worried when he saw this, always feeling that he was so depressed.
That night, Xiang Minghou fell ill, with a high fever of more than 40 degrees. If Ye Qianning hadn't been worried in the middle of the night and secretly looked at him, he would have had a high fever all night long.
