C5

"Master, he's here." Butler Jin knocked on the door politely and he lowered his voice.

A dignified voice came from inside: "Let her in."

Housekeeper Jin turned to look at me and lightly said, "In front of the old master, you should say whatever you shouldn't. You'd better act smarter. Go in."

"Yes." I nodded and stepped into the house.

I looked up and saw Master Yang, my uncle, sitting at a big mahogany table.

She looked a little similar to my mother, but she looked even more imposing. Her facial features were also a little stiff, so she sized me up with an unfazed gaze.

"You are Yang Liuxin's daughter?"

This was what he asked, which startled me a bit. He directly called her by her name, so that she didn't seem to have any feelings for him.

But I nodded. "Yes."

In case he didn't believe me, I wiped my muddy and grassy hands on the hem of my skirt and carefully lifted my sleeves. On my wrists I wore a red rope with a small wooden bead, engraved with the word "willow".

But he didn't really look at it, he just glanced at me and said, "I heard that you have been a girl in the Yang family for six months, for what reason?"

"My mother is sick." I said softly, feeling sad again.

He kept his head down as he wrote his things, reading and plucking. I gritted my teeth and called out in a low voice, "Uncle, Mother is very sick. Yesterday, she vomited blood and fainted. The doctor said that it was a stroke. I would like to ask the godly doctor in the capital to let Mother have a look."

"Oh." He answered lightly.

I waited for him to ask, but he had nothing.

"Uncle." I whispered again.

He looked up, a look of disgust in his eyes. "Don't call me uncle."

This sentence pressed heavily on my heart, "I'm sorry Master Yang. Zhiqiu has an unsatisfactory wish, and would like to ask Master Yang to lend me a hundred taels of silver to ask a doctor for a look at Mother's illness. Zhiqiu is very young and has lost her father, so she doesn't want to have a mother either."

He stared at me and said, "Once Yang Liuxin leaves the Yang Mansion, he will have nothing to do with the Yang Mansion."

Master Yang, but, she is your younger sister. After leaving the Yang Mansion, we broke off our relationship, and from beginning to end, blood is thicker than water, and the bones and tendons are broken. I beg Master Yang to save my mother, Zhiqiu kneeled down for you, and kowtowed to you.

Tears blurred my eyes, and my heart ached.

He was still as indifferent as before, "Go back, and don't come back to the Yang family ever again."

"Can't you be a pitiful woman?"

"Zhiqiu, don't hate me." He stood up, but his cold eyes were still incomparably resolute. "No."

A string in his heart snapped instantly.

No, still no.

It was because of her mother that they had humiliated the Yang family instead of allowing the Yang family to ascend to the royal family's nobility. They all hated their mother.

"I'm sorry." I stood up and tried to smile at him while holding back my tears. "I'm really worried about you today."

As he turned around to leave, his tears fell like beads from a broken string.

I don't hate it, I don't hate it, but my heart hurts.

No matter how wrong she was, she was going to die. Could it be that she really couldn't let it go?

I ran out the door and out the flowerway. I could still hear the voices, but they were full of sarcasm.

It shouldn't be, Yun Zhiqiu, it shouldn't be, Yun Zhiqiu, at least if you think about the Yang family like this, it would bring some warmth.

My foot hit a rock and I fell down hard, dizzy with pain, my elbow burning with pain, and when I turned to look, I saw that under the torn old clothes, the red blood was spilling out, falling to the gravel and burrowing into the crevices of time.

Lifting his head, he lay back down and bit his lips as he cried.