Chapter 910 Daddy, can Ximen Li really cure my illness tomorrow?
Old Madam Ximen stood there, staring motionlessly at her daughter's back as she walked away. Her eyes gradually became moist and tears welled up in them.
"Ying'er, you have to be well. Remember to listen to your mother, wait patiently, and don't be impulsive."
Her voice was very soft, as soft as a breeze, slowly blowing past Bai Luoying's ears and drifting away with her figure.
Bai Luoying's figure finally disappeared at the corner of the courtyard, and then Old Madam Ximen slowly turned around.
Her eyes slowly fell on the ancient sycamore tree in the center of the courtyard.
The tree has a thick trunk and rough bark covered with mottled lines, as if recording the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Ximen family for thousands of years.
This paulownia tree has gone through wind and rain, but it is still lush and full of vitality, just like the Ximen family, which has a profound foundation and has always stood firm despite going through hardships.
Old Madam Ximen walked slowly to the tree, reached out and gently stroked the rough bark, feeling its toughness and vitality.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and her thoughts surged like the tide.
"Su Chenyin..." She whispered the name softly, with a barely perceptible hint of murderous intent in her voice.
The name circled in her mind, making her brows furrow tightly.
This woman who suddenly broke into her life not only disrupted her carefully planned plans, but also dared to hurt her daughter, which was absolutely intolerable.
She must die.
Old Madam Ximen sighed softly, as if she wanted to let go of all the annoyance in her heart.
She turned around slowly and walked back to the pavilion with heavy steps.
She sat back on the stone bench in the pavilion, and the cup of fragrant tea, which had long since gone cold, was quietly placed aside.
A thin layer of film condensed on the surface of the tea, just like her mood at the moment, with hidden waves beneath the calm.
Old Madam Ximen stared at her reflection in the tea and suddenly felt a little tired.
At this moment, her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, including worries about her daughter's future and concerns about the future of the Ximen family.
She always felt that the appearance of Su Chenyin might bring unexpected changes to the Ximen family.
"Someone come here." She finally broke the silence and called softly.
Before she finished her words, a dark shadow appeared silently behind her like a ghost.
The black figure knelt on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master, what do you want?"
Madam Ximen didn't look back, she just threw a jade token behind her and said, "Go check the details of Su Chenyin, the more detailed the better.
"Add three more shadow guards to the dungeon, especially..." She paused, her nails scraping harshly on the stone table, "the black iron prison where Ximen Li is imprisoned."
"Yes." The black shadow took the order and when he took the jade token, the sunlight just happened to illuminate the mandala embroidered on his sleeve - the symbol of the Ximen family's assassins.
When the black shadow completely merged and disappeared, Madam Ximen allowed herself to reveal a trace of fatigue.
She raised her hand and rubbed her temple, and the pearls on the phoenix hairpin swayed gently with her movements.
She couldn't help but think of the woman, Su Chenyin, who was next to Su Yi at the banquet today.
The girl was only 28 years old, but her eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making her feel inexplicably nervous.
"It's just a yellow-haired girl..."
Madam Ximen murmured to herself, but for some reason, she felt uneasy in her heart.
Not far away, on the old locust tree in the yard, a green leaf swayed without wind.
Su Chenyin's spiritual sense wandered along the veins of the leaves, and he could see everything in the pavilion clearly and hear the conversation distinctly.
She was extremely shocked that Bai Luoying was actually the illegitimate daughter of Elder Bai and Madam Ximen!
This melon is quite big.
However, they actually wanted to kill her, Su Chenyin?
Su Chenyin's mouth curled up slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.
She wanted to see and see, she didn't know if they would be able to kill her by then.
This Bai Luoying still covets Ajue and her brother. It is simply a daydream and wishful thinking!
Suddenly, Su Chenyin suddenly thought of Ji Lier.
She decided to use her spiritual consciousness to pass Ji Lier's portrait to every plant and tree in the Ximen family.
She believed that these plants would be a powerful helper in her search for Ji Lier's whereabouts.
Su Chenyin concentrated his mind, imprinted Ji Lier's portrait deeply in his mind, and then transmitted this information through his spiritual consciousness.
Her spiritual consciousness was like an invisible force, quickly spreading to every corner of the Ximen family.
The plants and trees seemed to feel Su Chenyin's will. They trembled slightly, as if responding to her commands.
A sense of anticipation welled up in Su Chenyin's heart.
She believed that as long as Ji Lier was still within the Ximen family, these plants and trees would be able to find her trace.
These plants sensed Su Chenyin's instructions and acted quickly.
Time passed minute by minute, and Su Chenyin waited quietly for news.
Suddenly, she felt a faint wave coming from a certain direction.
She immediately focused her attention and found that the fluctuation came from a dark, damp, and cobweb-covered darkroom.
In the corner of this dark room, there was a small grass trembling slightly, as if it was conveying some important information to Su Chenyin.
Su Chenyin's heart tightened, and she immediately attached her spiritual consciousness to the grass.
In an instant, she seemed to have merged into one with the grass.
Through Xiaocao's perspective, Su Chenyin saw a heartbreaking scene: Ji Lier lay weakly on a shabby bed with her eyes closed.
The bed smelled moldy and the sheets were stained with blood. She was completely different from the bright and outgoing girl in her memory.
Ji Lier's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, her lips were cracked and bleeding, and her right hand hung limply on the edge of the bed. A hideous wound on her wrist was dripping blood into the copper basin below.
Blood dripped out from the wound drop by drop, as if it was a countdown to the passing of life.
Every drop of blood that fell made a faint sound, which sounded particularly harsh in this quiet environment, as if it was the last wail of Ji Lier's life.
There were three people standing beside the bed. They stood there quietly, like vultures guarding their dying prey.
The expressions of these three people were different, but without exception they all revealed indifference and greed.
Their words were like sharp blades, mercilessly piercing Ji Lier's fate.
"Cough cough..." The girl in orange clothes suddenly coughed violently, and dazzling red plum blossoms bloomed on her handkerchief.
Her figure was extremely thin, as if she would fall down with a slight gust of wind.
This girl is Ximen Yinshuang, she is wearing an orange silk dress.
But the skirt hung loosely on her thin body, making her look even more pitiful and heartbreaking.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her cheekbones were abnormally flushed, a sign of being seriously ill.
She weakly raised her hand and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and then she started coughing violently.
When her coughing stopped a little, she slowly put down the handkerchief, on which there were a few spots of bright red blood.
Ximen Yinshuang raised her head slightly and her eyes fell on the middle-aged man beside the bed.
This middle-aged man was her father, Ximen Lie.
Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's whisper, but it was filled with a heart-throbbing desire: "Daddy, can this Ximen Pear really cure my illness tomorrow?"
The flickering candlelight on the wall stretched Ximen Yinshuang's frail figure to varying lengths, illuminating her sickly face.