The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Xi Yu stood in the dim room, constantly thinking about his next plan in his mind.

"Child, we must find a child who is truly dead, otherwise this play will not be complete." Xi Yu whispered to himself, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He turned around abruptly and shouted at the shadow in the corner of the room, "Go and handle this matter immediately! If you really come across a child who looks like Xi Ping'an, you must buy him if he is dead."

The black shadow moved slightly, and a low voice responded: "Yes, Prime Minister."

There was a hint of ruthlessness on Xi Yu's face. He knew very well the importance of this scene and could not afford to make any mistakes.

The secret guards shuttled through the streets like ghosts.

Their actions were swift and stealthy, not attracting anyone's attention.

Finally found one.

When the secret guard found a farmer, the farmer was immersed in grief.

The secret guard looked at the tiny body and although he felt a little bit reluctant, he still hardened his heart and negotiated with the farmer.

"Our master heard that you have a child who just died, and he is willing to buy him at a high price." The secret guard said expressionlessly, but there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

The farmer raised his red and swollen eyes, his face full of astonishment and confusion: "What do you want this child for?"

The secret guard frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to ask more questions about this. Just know that the price we offer is enough for your family to live without worries."

The farmer hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded under the temptation of money.

The secret guard immediately took out a bag of heavy currency and handed it to the farmer, then carefully picked up the child and turned away.

The secret guards rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion without stopping.

When they stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion and came in front of Xiyu, Xiyu's eyes lit up instantly.

He walked quickly forward, looked at the child carefully, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Well done!" Xi Yu nodded slightly.

The secret guard felt relieved and retreated quietly.

Xi Yu looked at the child in his arms, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was a solemn and sad atmosphere. The white mourning couplets swayed gently in the wind, seeming to express endless sorrow.

Xi Yu looked dull, as if his soul had been taken away from him.

He watched quietly as people came one after another to mourn their deceased child.

He kept shouting, "Why is God so cruel to take my child away?"

At the gate of the mansion, people looked sad, some were crying silently, and some were sighing softly.

A woman walked up to Xi Yu and whispered to him, "Prime Minister, please accept my condolences. This child must have gone to a better place."

Xi Yu raised his head slightly, looked at the woman with empty eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you...but I...I really can't accept it."

At this time, several children were looking around curiously in the crowd. They didn't understand why it was so sad here.

A slightly older child pulled his mother's clothes and asked, "Mom, why are so many people crying here?"

The mother gently stroked the child's head and said softly, "Child, a baby here has passed away. Everyone is very sad, so we come to pay our respects to him."

Inside the mourning hall, Xi Yu looked at the child lying on the coffin, feeling heartbroken.

He slowly walked to the bedside, gently stroked the child's face, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Child, why did you leave like this? You were so young..." He cried out in pain in his heart.

The sound of funeral music echoed in the air, adding to the sad atmosphere.

Xi Yu stood at the door of the mourning hall, watching the mourners coming and going.

Xi Yu straightened up, looked at the people who came to pay their respects, and said in a hoarse but firm voice: "Everyone, Xi Yu has no relationship with any of you, but you can come to pay your respects at this moment, and I am very grateful in my heart. That abominable villain took away my child so cruelly, and made Madam Gan's whereabouts unknown. I swear I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge!"

Someone in the crowd whispered to comfort him, "Sir, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of yourself. The evildoer will be punished."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern. I will make that evil man pay the price."

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, mourners poured in like a tide. Xi Yu stood in front of the mourning hall, looking gloomy and filled with grief.

Several ladies came quietly to Xiyu, each with a sad face.

Xi Shi gently held Xi Yu's hand, tears in her eyes, and said softly: "My husband, don't be too sad, take care of yourself. The spirit of the child in heaven would not want to see you in such pain."

Xi Yu turned his head slightly, looked at the ladies, and sighed silently.

In the crowd, Wenxuan looked solemn as he slowly moved forward with the team.

She was filled with emotion, feeling sorry for Xiyu's experience. Finally, it was Wenxuan's turn. He walked quickly to Xiyu, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "My condolences. This disaster was really unexpected."

Xiyu looked at Wenxuan, nodded slightly, and gratitude appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you, Wenxuan."

In that dark place, it was so quiet that you could almost hear your heartbeat.

Song Shuwen sat in a simple corner, eating the bowl of hot rice in front of him, but his thoughts were drifting to who knows where.

The person who delivered the food appeared quietly as usual, and his figure was blurry in the dim light.

He said in a low voice: "After this meal, I will take you to a place, and then you will know why I saved your life."

Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man, but said nothing. He just picked up the bowl silently and ate mechanically.

His heart was filled with doubts and anxieties, not knowing what was waiting for him.

But he knew that he had no choice but to obey. Every bite of food he swallowed was bitter.

Song Shuwen secretly wondered what secrets were hidden behind this and where his fate would go.
After dinner, Song Shuwen was taken out of that dark place.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, the dim light made his eyes squint slightly.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to be in a cave.

As we continued walking forward, the damp smell in the air became stronger.

Song Shuwen's uneasiness was gradually growing.

Just then, two men suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

One of them said coldly: "Put on the blindfold and don't memorize the route."

Song Shuwen's heart tightened and he subconsciously wanted to resist, but looking at the other party's stern face and strong physique, he knew that he had no power to resist.

Helplessly, he could only nod silently and agree to their request.

The moment he put on the blindfold, Song Shuwen's world fell into darkness.

He could only feel the surrounding environment through hearing and touch.

The fear and doubt in his heart intertwined, making his heart beat faster and faster.

In the darkness, time seems to be infinitely stretched.

Song Shuwen didn't know how much time had passed, he only heard the man who delivered the food say, "We're here."

The man then took off his blindfold.

Song Shuwen slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the sudden light.

He found himself in a room that was simply and mysteriously furnished.

In the middle of the room sat a person wearing a mask. Judging from his figure, he seemed to be a man.

The man spoke in a deep and powerful voice: "My last name is Song, you can just call me Lao Song."

His words seemed polite, but his tone was very firm.

Old Song leaned forward slightly, staring at Song Shuwen, and then said, "I heard that we are a family. Is your last name Song too?"

Song Shuwen nodded slightly.

Old Song asked again: "I heard that you are very skilled in medicine?"

Song Shuwen hesitated for a moment and replied, "It's OK, just so-so."

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Old Song's eyes, and he slowly said: "The reason why I kept you here is that I hope you can use your medical skills to save my mother. But there is a prerequisite, from now on you have to follow me. If you don't want to..."

Old Song paused, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "I'll kill you."

Song Shuwen's face turned pale in an instant, and endless fear surged in his heart.

His mind was working fast, thinking about his situation. He knew that he didn't have much choice at the moment. But he didn't know what kind of future he would face if he followed this mysterious Old Song.

He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "I...I need to think about it."

Old Song snorted coldly, "You don't have much time to think about it, give me an answer as soon as possible."

After saying that, Old Song waved his hand, signaling the people next to him to take Song Shuwen away.

Song Shuwen was taken away from the room, his mind in turmoil. He didn't know what to choose, whether to risk his life by rejecting Lao Song, or to obey Lao Song and embark on an unknown road from now on.

Song Shuwen was brought back to the dim room. The man who delivered the meal stood aside and said coldly, "I'll only give you one day. The eldest mother's illness is not particularly serious. Otherwise, I wouldn't give you any time to consider."

Song Shuwen's face was solemn and his brows were furrowed. He lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

I kept struggling in my mind: "Should I really obey? Should I really be loyal to this mysterious boss? But how should I choose? I want to live, but is this really the right choice?"

His eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes firm, and his hands were unconsciously clenched together.

He weighed the pros and cons again and again in his mind, as if there were two little people arguing fiercely in his head.

A villain said: "Submit, this is the only way to survive."

Another villain loudly retorted: "Don't give in easily. Who knows what kind of danger will come later."

The man who delivered the meal looked at the silent Song Shuwen and snorted impatiently: "You'd better make a decision quickly and don't waste time."

Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the man, still without speaking, but lowered his head again, continuing to immerse himself in his own thoughts.

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the atmosphere of the funeral was still heavy and depressing. The white mourning couplets fluttered slightly in the wind, as if expressing endless sorrow.

Many famous people in Youzhou City came to pay their respects, and the scene was solemn and dignified.

Sun Quan led the people from the Youzhou Chamber of Commerce and slowly walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

They bowed respectfully in front of the mourning hall to express their condolences.

Time passed quietly until noon.

Xi Yu ordered people to bury the child.

In order to make the fake play real, the tomb had already been built.

In the suburbs, the breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Xi Yu stood in front of the newly built grave, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

He kept looking around, still holding on to a glimmer of hope, hoping to see the mastermind behind the scenes show up.

However, time passed by and there was no sign of that person.

Xi Yu frowned slightly and sighed inwardly: "Maybe he won't come."

The people who came to see him off stood not far away, their faces also filled with sadness.

Xi Yu looked at everyone and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Xi Yu stared at the grave quietly.

The wind from the suburbs blew gently, raising some dust.

The children's graves stand quietly, as if telling of endless sorrow.

Xi Yu looked around again, and the disappointment in his heart grew stronger.

The mastermind behind the scenes still hasn't shown up, but Xi Yu doesn't think he did anything wrong.

He thought to himself, "What I'm doing must have its uses. Sooner or later, the evil man will be exposed, and I will make him pay for his evil deeds."

The wind gradually grew stronger, ruffling Xiyu's hair.

Xi Yu returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion with heavy steps.

The mansion was still shrouded in a sad atmosphere. The white elegiac couplets fluttered slightly in the wind, and the sound of funeral music seemed to still echo in the ears.

However, he knew very well that he could not make the news public until the mastermind behind it emerged.

Tuoba Yu rode her horse at a gallop on the winding path. The wind blew her hair, revealing her resolute and beautiful face.

Her eyes were fixed on the front, calculating the distance to Youzhou in her mind.

Gradually, she found that she was getting closer and closer to Youzhou.

However, at this moment Tuoba Yu suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes. She thought to herself, "It's been so long, will Xiyu forget me?"

Xi Yu's face kept appearing in her mind, and those past memories came flooding back like a tide.

"He already has so many women around him, why would he still care about me?" Tuoba Yu sighed lightly, with a bitter smile on his lips.

She held the reins tightly, as if looking for some comfort.

It seemed as if there were two little people quarreling constantly in Tuoba Yu's heart.

One of the villains said, "He must still remember you. The feelings between you two are genuine."

The other villain retorted: "Don't be silly, he has so many women around him, why would he care about you?" Her heart was wavering between these two voices, and she became more and more irritated.

The wind was still blowing, but Tuoba Yu's mood was as if shrouded by dark clouds, heavy and confused.

She didn't know what was waiting for her, so she could only continue to move towards Youzhou with trepidation.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, covering everything with a warm orange-red color.

Tuoba Yu came to a small inn, she dismounted gently and tied the reins to a wooden stake beside her.

When you walk into the inn, you can smell the faint scent of fireworks.

Tuoba Yu found a seat, sat down, and ordered a dish.

She looked around the small shop quietly. The owner was a woman with a gentle and tired face with a hint of sadness.

There was a small child beside the woman.

Tuoba Yu's heart moved, and he asked softly, "Where is your man?"

The woman was slightly startled, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly: "The man died shortly after the child was born."

There was endless melancholy in her voice, as if she was recalling the good old days.

Tuoba Yu looked at the woman and the child, feeling a surge of sympathy in his heart.

She could feel the woman's strength and helplessness, as she struggled to move forward alone with her child under the heavy pressure of life.

Tuoba Yu sighed softly, his eyes full of pity, and said: "You are indeed too pitiful."

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "It's pitiful, but as long as I have my child by my side, I will be happy."

After hearing what the woman said, Tuoba Yu smiled and agreed, "That's true."

At this time, the woman spoke again, with a hint of emotion in her tone: "I think I am much better than the Prime Minister."

Tuoba Yu was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "Why do you say that?"

The woman's eyes fell on the child, and she said slowly: "Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is rich and prosperous, it is immersed in sorrow at the moment. Although I live in poverty, I have my child by my side. This warmth is something that no amount of money can buy."

Tuoba Yu's face was full of surprise, his eyes slightly widened, and he asked hurriedly: "What's going on in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The woman lowered her head slightly, a trace of sadness on her face, and said slowly: "I heard that the prime minister's son died and the funeral was just held today."

After hearing this, Tuoba Yu was shocked, as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer.

"How could such a thing happen?" she murmured to herself, her face full of disbelief.

Xi Yu's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, and she imagined how sad he must be at this moment.

Tuoba Yu's expression became complicated, showing worry, sympathy, and a hint of heartache.

She wondered silently in her heart, how could Xi Yu withstand such a blow?

The woman looked at Tuoba Yu's shocked expression, shook her head slightly, and said nothing more.

She turned around and went about her business in the store, leaving Tuoba Yu alone in shock and worry.

Tuoba Yu sat there in a daze, feeling confused.

Tuoba Yu finished his meal in a hurry, feeling as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

She stood up, paid for the meal, and prepared to head to Youzhou quickly.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry. Xi Yu's figure kept appearing in her mind. She desperately wanted to know what had happened to Xi Ping'an.

She jumped on the horse, raised the whip, and the horse galloped away like an arrow.

However, halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembered the woman in the store.

She felt something in her heart and hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go back and ask the woman about the cause of Xi Ping'an's death.

Tuoba Yu turned his horse around and rode back at full speed.

Her heart was filled with anxiety and she kept urging the horse to speed up.

When she returned to the inn again, the woman was busy cleaning the table.

Tuoba Yu hurriedly dismounted and walked quickly to the woman.

"Sister, I want to ask you again, how did the Prime Minister's son die?" (End of this chapter)