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"Drip, drip!" Droplets of water dripped down from the green bricks on the roof one by one and eventually merged into the puddles on the ground.

The rain had stopped!

However, right now, Ye Zhu's mood was extremely heavy.

In an antique hospital, Ye Zhu paced around the courtyard nonstop, as if using this method to ease the tension in his heart.

There were patches of rain-soaked skin on his clothes, but he didn't care.

Several hours ago, Ye Zhu's family had returned to Shattered Leaf City, but who would have thought that they would encounter an assassination.

Fortunately, the Ye Clan had long since trained their experts in martial arts. The youth who had previously driven the carriage was the one the Ye Clan had left behind for Ye Zhu.

Although he was young, he was actually an expert. In the Jiang-Nan territory, 'Mo Jian' Chen Lu was also quite famous.

But who would have known that at this moment, Serenity was frightened and stirred up. Ye Zhu had no other choice but to let the youngster cut off the rear, and then take the first step to send Serenity to the infirmary.

At this moment, Ye Zhu was walking back and forth in the courtyard of the infirmary. In the courtyard, there were some flowers and plants, emitting a somewhat calming fragrance, but at this time, they were completely useless to Ye Zhu.

His heart had always been hanging by a thread. After all, Serenity was only eight months old. If something were to happen at this time, it would be disastrous.

Furthermore, the peace and quiet had already been brought into the room by the doctor for two hours. Right now, he was truly worried.

"Creak!" At this moment, the door to the infirmary was brutally pushed open.

Ye Zhu turned around to look and saw Chen Lu jogging in. His clothes were torn and his body was covered in a lot of blood. Naturally, there were enemies. He had his own.

Chen Lu walked into the infirmary and saw that Ye Zhu was about to kneel on one knee, but the wound on his leg made him grimace in pain.

After all, he was still a teenager!

Ye Zhu looked at him and knew that he was fine. He was very clear on Chen Lu's strength. Looking at Chen Lu, he finally felt a sense of security in his heart.

"How is it?" Ye Zhu asked, stabilizing Chen Lu's body.

"It's all settled." Chen Lu obviously knew that Ye Zhu was talking about the group of black-clothed men from earlier. "They are from the Yama Hall …"

"En!" Ye Zhu nodded heavily and pursed his lips.

"Master, how is Madam?" Chen Lu also knew that the peaceful situation was not so good. he asked softly.

"Sigh …" Speaking of his wife, Ye Zhu's heart began to feel uneasy again. "I've already been inside for more than two hours …"

Chen Lu's expression became tense. He thought for a moment and said, "Master, I just went back home …"

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhu didn't know why Chen Lu would suddenly mention this.

"Lil 'Xiang." Chen Lu shouted towards the door.

At his call, a woman walked in from outside. It was none other than the maid who had served him during his serenity earlier. Her original name was Huang Xiang.

"Master." Huang Xiang nodded slightly towards Ye Zhu.

She wore a long, loose robe, and beneath it was the pink dress she had worn before. However, if one looked through the robe, they would see that it was full of red spots.

The red color of blood!

In the young generation of Jiangnan's territory, there was a man and a woman who had risen to fame in recent years. They were known as the "Black and White Twin Swords".

This "black" was referring to "Mo Jian" Chen Lu, and this "Bai" was referring to "Miss Huang Xiang, the plain sword".

Earlier, when Chen Lu was engaged in a bitter battle with an assassin from the Yama Hall, Huang Xiang took the initiative to submit. Not only did she stabilize the situation, but she also covered for Ye Zhu and brought him to the hospital.

That was why there was a little blood on her body.

However, Ye Zhu's focus was not on these things, but on the robe that Huang Xiang was carrying in her arms.

"This is?" Ye Zhu pointed to Huang Xiang's bosom.

Huang Xiang held out the robe in her hand in Ye Zhu's direction. Ye Zhu could clearly see that the robe was actually a baby's cradle, where a baby was sleeping soundly.

"This …" Ye Zhu looked at the infant, not knowing what was going on.

"Master, I found this outside my house not long ago." At this time, Chen Lu spoke. He specifically emphasized the word 'front door'.

"Have you checked?" Ye Zhu asked in a low voice.

"It's a boy. When we went there, it was only him. He was wrapped in a thin cloth …" Chen Lu thought about it. "We didn't find anything related to his identity. We've already ordered an investigation to be conducted in this generation …"

"Alright!" Ye Zhu nodded, "It's winter and this child is quite pitiful. Take him away and treat him well."

"Yes sir!" Chen Lu and Huang Xiang acknowledged him and walked to the side.

After Chen Lu and Huang Xiang left, Ye Zhu fell into deep thought. He didn't understand why a child would appear at his doorstep. Could it be that this was some sort of conspiracy?

During these years, Ye Zhu had been increasingly cautious, because only when he was in a shopping mall could he truly experience the terror of a shopping mall.

Every successful businessman would not be worse than a blood-soaked warrior.

Always in the undercurrent, you will get used to meticulous!

Ye Zhu thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of any substantial effect a baby would bring to him. However, so many years of experience in scheming and scheming had taught him that this matter definitely wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"Phew …" Ye Zhu exhaled, and a faint white fog dissipated in the air. He decided to temporarily not think about this matter, after all, there was an even more important matter than this.

At this moment, the wooden door of the infirmary was pulled open. However, this time, it was not the courtyard fence, but the inner room.

A white-clothed man walked out. Ye Zhu immediately rushed over with an anxious expression on his face. "Doctor, how is it?"

The doctor in white sighed, his expression complicated. "I'm sorry, we tried our best, but the child couldn't be saved."

When Ye Zhu heard this news, he froze on the spot. Even though he had seen a lot of life and death situations, at this moment, he felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly pierced.

His steps were light as he continuously retreated, as if he was unwilling to accept this news.

Ye Zhu staggered and was about to fall down the steps when the white-clothed doctor supported him, "I'm sorry …"

"No, it's not your fault." Ye Zhu's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"That's right …" Ye Zhu suddenly thought of something, "My wife, how is she?"

The white-clothed doctor looked at Ye Zhu and said, "Your wife is fine. She is just a little weak. She's unconscious."

"Thank you, Doctor." Ye Zhu took the opportunity to bow.

"No need." The doctor in white immediately helped him up. "It's all because we weren't strong enough to protect our child."

"Your wife doesn't know about this yet, so don't tell him for the moment if you can. She's too weak right now and won't be able to take the blow."

"I'll remember it …"

Ye Zhu's expression turned serious as he nodded heavily.

"Then I'll take my leave." The doctor in white slightly bent his waist and walked out of the room.

At this moment, a small figure quickly ran out from the house, but tripped on the doorstep.

Ye Zhu really wanted to help him up, but the white-clothed doctor was one step ahead of him and helped him up. It was a little girl wearing the same clean white clothes as the white-clothed doctor.

The little girl smiled and pulled the doctor by the arm. She ran to help him out the door.

Ye Zhu looked at their departing figures and sighed, preparing to quickly enter the house.

The moment he entered, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped in his tracks. His expression was one of great struggle, and then he bitterly smiled and retracted his foot, leaving behind two streams of clear tears.