C217 Li Ning'er Froze at the Door

When Prime Minister Jiang finished speaking, he was already in tears.

In this life, his career went smoothly, but he lost his wife, son, and daughter-in-law.

His most beloved daughter was also deeply immersed within the palace.

In the eyes of others, he was the only one left of Prime Minister Mansion which seemed to be a glorious achievement.

After Xiao Jingyue listened for a long time, he finally said hoarsely, "If that's the case, the parasite in my body did save my life."

Prime Minister Jiang sighed, "When Shimu was still a general, he almost died on the battlefield. That Gu was originally caused by Shixiu."

Who would have thought that it would turn out to be an object that the two of them wanted to kill.

In the dark, everything seemed to be predetermined. Only fate could be blamed on others.

Outside of the courtyard, a slim figure stood there for who knows how long.

Suddenly, he sadly turned around and left.

Xiao Jingyue threw a glance towards the outside of the courtyard but did not chase after them.

Prime Minister Jiang suddenly said: "After last night, even if you didn't mean it, others would still have their intentions."

Xiao Jingyue asked softly: "What does Grandfather think I should do?"

Prime Minister Jiang laughed, "How about the position of Zhi Zun?"

After leaving the Prime Minister Mansion, Qu Ling did not immediately return to the General Mansion.

He muddle-headedly walked the entire way, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of the wonton stall.

The owner recognized Qu Ling and quickly greeted him: "Yo Mrs. Xiao, long time no see, I thought you were sick of eating."

If it was any other time, Qu Ling would reply with "never get tired of it".

But right now, Qu Ling didn't have that kind of thought, he only pursed his lips at her and found an empty seat to sit on.

The boss glanced at Qu Ling but did not say anything. He returned to the stove and started working.

A moment later, a bowl of wontons was placed in front of Qu Ling.

Qu Ling looked up at her doubtfully, only to see the owner laughing: "Consider this bowl as my treat, let's eat while it's hot."

Qu Ling lowered his head, looked at the bowl full of wontons stuffed with rice, and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? Just come often." As the boss spoke, he went back to his work.

When a person says good will, their heart will always become very soft.

After eating the wonton, Qu Ling's mood became better, and his appetite rose.

Xiao Yi and Xiao San, who were standing outside the wonton stall, looked at each other.

Just now, they had followed the Mistress to the Prime Minister Mansion and saw her standing outside the courtyard for a long time.

It was unknown what she heard, but when she left, she had turned into this appearance.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Master will recognize his ancestors?"

Right now, everyone was talking about Xiao Jingyue's background and there were even quite a few people who said that once Xiao Jingyue returns to the sect, he would definitely fight for the position of crown prince.

Xiao San shook his head, "I don't know."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "No matter what master chooses, we will always be his Dark Guard."

Xiao Yi nodded in agreement. "Yes."

So what if he was the son of the Southern Guarding Prince, or the crown prince?

No matter what happened, they were the masters of life, and death was their master's ghost.

After Qu Ling finished the wonton, he went to the South Wind House.

"Ah Ling?"

Just as he stepped through the doorstep, he heard a familiar voice.

Qu Ling gently lifted his head and saw Murong Yan standing behind a window on the third floor.

Qu Ling was startled, and asked: "When did you return?"

"Half an hour ago, I was about to go to General Mansion to find you."

Murong Yan looked at Xiao Yi and Xiao San who were behind Qu Ling, and said: "Come in first."

At this time, the South Wind House was very cold and cheerless.

The servants had gone to their rooms to rest and to gather their strength. They would come out again when nightfall came.

Jiang Huo and Ah Xin had gone somewhere else, and they were no longer inside the South Wind House. The one who came up with the tea was Duan Li.

Qu Ling looked at him and asked: "Do you find the things in the pavilion convenient?"

Duan Li laughed, "With Jiang Huo and Ah Xin occasionally helping out, everything will be fine."

After Duan Li left, Murong Yan said, "I've heard of those rumors."

Qu Ling nodded and did not say a word.

Murong Yan then said: "I have brought Li Ying back, if it is of any use, feel free to speak."

Qu Ling still nodded without saying a word.

Even if Murong Yan couldn't see it, he could still tell that Qu Ling was in a bad mood.

Murong Yan frowned and asked: "What happened, can you tell me?"

Qu Ling looked up at him and opened his mouth.

Somehow, the words Murong Qing said before he left suddenly appeared in her mind …

Murong Qing told her to stay away from Murong Yan.

But how could she?

Seeing that Qu Ling was not willing to say anything, Murong Yan did not force her, and said warmly: "Beijing is not peaceful these days, let's go back quickly."

It was a very ordinary sentence, but when Qu Ling heard it, his nose turned sour.

It was as if a gentle hand had torn apart the calmness that she had forced herself to pretend to be.

Qu Ling raised a hand to cover his eyes as he sobbed, "Murong, I don't want to go back."

Murong Yan's pupils trembled, his eyes showed that he was enduring the pain, but his expression became more gentle.

He didn't ask any questions, only softly saying, "Then, let's not go back."

Qu Ling covered her eyes and nodded with all her might, tears flowing uncontrollably from the gaps of her fingers.

The inside of the house was quiet, for a moment all that could be heard was Qu Ling's suppressed weeping.

Outside, Xiao San gave Xiao a meaningful glance before he quietly left the South Wind House.

These days, Li Ning'er's life was not going well.

Because she found that the weather had clearly started to warm up, but she felt colder and colder every day.

She suddenly thought of Huo Xinyi.

When Huo Xinyi was still alive, she had heard from a servant that Huo Xinyi's entire body was cold, so cold that it could freeze a person's life.

Not long after, Huo Xinyi died.

Who knew how many times Li Ning'er had reached his hand under the pillow and rubbed that paper bag.

This package contained arsenic.

When Qiu Zhu was still serving by her side, he had secretly bought it for her.

At that time, she had always wanted to kill Li Chenxuan and die with him.

But now …

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Li Ning'er's eyes trembled and retracted his hand from under the pillow.

Spring Rain's voice came from outside the door, "Young miss, Minister's Wife invited you."

Li Ning'er straightened his clothes, opened the door and went out, to see Chun Yu standing outside the door uneasily.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with Spring Rain.

But thinking that Spring Rain was a maid sent by his mother, he did not think too much about it. He asked, "It's already so late. Do you know why my mother called me over?"

Chun Yu lowered her head and whispered, "The servant girl that came to deliver the message did not say anything.

Hearing that, Li Ning'er did not ask anymore, and walked towards the front yard.

The servant saw that Li Ning'er had brought Chun Yu over, and said expressionlessly: "Madam has said that you only need to go alone, Young Madam."

Li Ning'er said calmly: "Let's go."

After leaving the courtyard, the servant brought Li Ning'er to the buddhist hall.

This Buddhist hall had been built for many years, by the Minister's Wife for Li Chenxuan's blessings.

Li Ning'er and Minister's Wife Blessed up and called out: "Mother."

The Minister's Wife gently nodded, and without raising his head, pointed to the opposite side, "Accompany me in a few raids."

Before the wife and son pair had a falling out, Li Ning'er had also accompanied Minister's Wife in copying the scriptures in the buddhist hall.

Therefore, he did not say much, but just kneeled down opposite of Minister's Wife, took out a pen and paper, and began to copy.

Time passed bit by bit until nightfall when Minister's Wife finally lowered his brush and said, "Today will be the last day. You can go back now."

Li Ning'er got up, blessed his body and left the buddhist hall.

The sky had already completely darkened. Li Ning'er did not bring Spring Rain out with him, and could only carry a lantern back to the courtyard.

For some reason, the closer she got to the courtyard, the more her eyelids jumped.

The courtyard was exceptionally quiet. The servants had no idea where they had gone, and not a single person could be seen inside or out.

The room was lit up, Li Ning'er thought that Li Chenxuan had returned with a smile on his face that he had not noticed.

He pushed open the door and was about to call out to his husband when his messy clothes suddenly caught his eye.

The words were stuck in his throat just like that.

Li Ning'er stood stiffly at the door, her small face had lost all its color, and her heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice valley.