The subtle fragrance of cotton needles

"Yan'er! How can you speak to your father like that?" Tu didn't understand how Yan'er, who was so well-behaved, could suddenly become so sharp and aggressive.

Xia Yan knew that Mrs. Tu strictly abided by the rules for women, but she had to break her fantasy: "Mother, father is just looking for trouble, can't you see it?"

It’s not that Tu didn’t know about this, but she just didn’t understand why Xia Yanxiang suddenly became so irritable!

"Mother, nothing happens out of thin air. People never become bad all of a sudden, and my daughter didn't become like this all of a sudden either."

Xia Yan felt a little dizzy and her face began to turn pale. In order to prevent Tu from noticing, she quickly ended the topic: "Mother, people's hearts are hidden. My uncle is so strategic, I don't believe you are really so naive."

"Mother, Master has been researching a new medicine these past two days and asked me to accompany him in seclusion for some time. Yan'er may not come back for two months. Don't worry and take care of yourself."

Xia Yanxiang struggled to leave Wenti Pavilion, and fainted as soon as she got on the carriage.

An Zheng was frightened and quickly pinched her philtrum, and she finally woke up.

"Miss, are you really not going to tell the lady?" An Zhi also began to cry. Such a good lady was persecuted to this extent by that unknown thing that came out of someone's belly.

Xia Yanxiang leaned against the carriage quietly for a while before she said, "Have you collected all the letters?"

An Zheng bit his lip unwillingly: "I've put it away."

"Remember to send them messages every once in a while. When all the letters are delivered, inform them of my death in half a year!" Xia Yanxiang said calmly.

"That young master..."

"You don't need to tell him that his letters can be sent a little later. He has given too much for this country."

"But Madam Yue also said that you might not..."

"Anzhi," Xia Yanxiang suddenly called her name, "It's a life-threatening thing to take my heart's blood. You and Tinglan, don't hold out too much hope. I've asked my master's wife to find you a good family when you're old enough. You've been by my side for so many years, and you've been bullied for so many years. I've already given your dowry to my master's wife. Be well. My mother will understand, and my uncle will help her. Without a female burden like me, her life will be better."

However, before he could have the chance to avenge his past life, he had to die with hatred in his heart.

There are three days left, the last three days.

Xia Yanxiang returned to the farm and soaked the medicine for two hours without saying a word.

In the past few days, Xia Yanxiang forced herself to hold her shaking hands and wrote letters one by one to each person who did not know the truth. She began to miss these people and wanted to be selfish for once. However, every time she thought of Xia Zhibai who went to guard the border at the age of sixteen, she could not be selfish.

tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will take your heart’s blood.

Xia Yanxiang couldn't sleep. She felt annoyed listening to the two little girls sobbing outside, so she simply got up and started writing the letter again.

She paused and wondered whether she should write a letter to Mo Yuchen.

It seems that she cannot fulfill her promise to Mo Yuchen, but the cooperation between the Tu family and Mo Yuchen has been confirmed. This can be regarded as the last thing Xia Yanxiang did for the Tu family, right?

As soon as the day breaks, she will start to immerse her body for five full hours in order to extract the most medicinal blood from her heart.

Thinking of this, Xia Yanxiang lowered her eyes and began to write a letter.

As soon as dawn broke, Xia Yanxiang got up again: "Tinglan."

"Squeak." Tinglan pushed the door open, her eyes red and swollen, with some bloodshot eyes, "Miss"

"Go tell Master and Mistress!" Xia Yanxiang stopped looking at Tinglan, fearing that she would not be able to hold back her sadness.

"Girl, you have to soak for five hours today before you can take the blood from your heart, do you know that?" Yue Qing reminded her again, hoping that she would regret it, but also not wanting her to regret it.

Xia Yanxiang smiled indifferently: "Master's wife, it has been soaked for seven days, and my brother has also taken the Soul-Separation Grass. This is the last step. How can we give up all the previous efforts?"

Yes, she knelt down and begged for the Soul-Separation Grass, then soaked her body in it for seven days and shed blood for seven days. If she regretted it, wouldn't all her efforts be wasted?

Yue Qing said nothing more and ordered someone to bring water into the house.

Mo Yuchen didn't know what was wrong with him. He was restless the whole day. He had agreed with Yanyan to meet on the 27th, but the meeting was cancelled because of Xia Zhibai's poisoning. Fortunately, the 27th was also a good day. Even if he couldn't meet Yanyan, he could still go to Zuiluoju when work started on that day.

Mo Yuchen's sudden renovation of the yard naturally attracted the attention of the concubines in the backyard, but no one dared to ask, but everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Everyone understood that Yizhu was probably the only one who knew what was going on, but Yizhu was Mo Yuchen's confidant and no one dared to provoke him.

Despite this, the concubines in Prince Luo's Mansion were still trying their best to find out what was going on from all aspects. Mo Yuchen knew about it of course, but he just didn't care.

Perhaps it’s not just the concubines in Prince Luo’s mansion who are paying attention to this matter, there are others as well.