He killed someone, she finished him off, even the crazy Marquis was shocked

Li Siwan walked all the way to the backyard and into Jingyue's room.

At this time, Fang Yuan was standing beside the bed, looking at the unconscious Jing Yue on the bed with a stern expression.

His hands hanging by his sides clenched unconsciously, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

After hearing the footsteps, Fang Yuan turned around and met Li Siwan's gaze again.

"She is very angry right now. If she doesn't vent her anger, she might develop a high fever. It's not convenient for me, so Miss Li will have to give her acupuncture."

Fang Yuan's voice was dull and filled with endless self-blame.

He now hopes that he can help Jingyue bear all this.

This way, he would feel better.

Li Siwan nodded and walked to the bedside, took Jingyue's pulse, and then began to give her acupuncture.

Even though Jing Yue was unconscious at this time, her brows were still furrowed.

The death of a loved one is a big blow to anyone.

All I can do now is to stay with her more.

"This time...he went too far."

Fang Yuan has always had a gentle temperament and rarely speaks in such a harsh tone.

Li Siwan also recognized the person he was talking about.

It must be Song Qiyu.

As a member of the clan who had lived in Kyoto for a long time, Fang Yuan knew something about Song Qiyu's affairs, although he did not usually participate in party disputes.

"If you need my help, just ask."

"Now is not the time."

Li Siwan's voice was low, yet contained a hint of soothing.

She took out a silver needle and swiftly inserted it into Jingyue's body.

At the same time, he analyzed it seriously.

"If we can't solve the problem once and for all, acting rashly will only alert the enemy. We can't let those who leave die in vain."

"In the struggle for power, any means are justified."

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and tried to suppress his voice so as not to scare Jing Yue.

After Li Siwan dropped the last silver needle, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Yuan.

"The most urgent task now is to calm Jingyue down. If she is too sad, it will only harm her body, and her loved ones will be sad and her enemies will be happy."

Fang Yuan understood what she meant and nodded deeply again.

"I know, you guys go do what you want, I'm here."

Seeing the determination and heartache in Fang Yuan's eyes, Li Siwan felt relieved.

Turned to look at Jingyue.

Her already cold face now looked even weaker and paler, and she looked so cold that it was heartbreaking to look at.

"The clinic is not far from here. You stay here and look after her. I'll be back soon."

"Thank you."

Li Siwan nodded, then turned and walked out.

The room fell silent, leaving only Fang Yuan's low sigh.

Sitting down slowly beside the bed, looking at Jing Yue's furrowed brows, Fang Yuan subconsciously reached out his hand.

He wanted to touch her brow, but stopped in mid-air.

Impulsive, yet restrained by courtesy.

In the end, he just pulled the quilt and covered Jingyue with it.

On the other side, Li Siwan went out of the mansion and went to the clinic to get some medicinal herbs before returning to Jing Mansion.

I personally boiled medicine for Jingyue in the backyard.

When she returned to the room with the medicine, Jingyue had already woken up.

She sat blankly on the corner of the bed, staring out the window aimlessly, ignoring everyone.

The silent tears expressed her heartache.

The tragic deaths of her father and brother were like a dagger stabbing her heart.

It hurts to move.

She knew the murderer behind the scenes, but she could do nothing and could only live like this.

How could Jing Yue not feel pain?

Fang Yuan seemed to have said a lot of words of comfort and was now looking at Li Siwan helplessly.

Li Siwan glanced at the medicine in his hand and walked to the bedside.

"You are in poor health right now. If you don't want your father and brother to worry, you should cheer up."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yue slowly raised her eyes and set her gaze on Li Siwan.

Emotions that could no longer be controlled surged out.

Jing Yue trembled all over and tears fell.

"They died tragically, and I couldn't do anything. How can I not hate them?"

Li Siwan understood Jingyue's pain.

She sighed slightly and took the initiative to hold Jingyue's hand.

Only then did she realize that her fingertips were slightly cold and her body was shaking unconsciously.

"If you want to cry, then cry. I understand your pain, but I really can't do anything rashly right now."

Fang Yuan stood aside holding a bowl of medicine, his brows furrowed.

Jing Yue bit her lower lip tightly, but her tears were completely out of control. In the end, she hugged Li Siwan tightly and cried bitterly.

Li Siwan patiently comforted her. After a long time, Jing Yue became tired of crying and gradually calmed down.

"Take the medicine first. Your body really needs some care now."

Fang Yuan said as he handed the medicine bowl to Jing Yue.

Li Siwan took it and planned to feed the medicine to Jingyue.

Jing Yue simply took the bowl of medicine in her hand and drank it all.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, with an unusual determination in her eyes.

"You are right. I cannot dwell on my sorrow. My brother and father are still waiting for my revenge. And one day, I will take revenge myself."

"it is good."

After taking the medicine, Jingyue soon fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Yuan stayed in the room the whole time, while Li Siwan paced back and forth in the yard.

It was not until it was getting dark that Xiahou Su came back.

The moonlight was cold, scattered on Xiahou Su's body, making him broken and lonely. Just one glance made Li Siwan's heart tremble.

He quickly stood up and walked towards Xiahou Su.

"Are you okay?"

"Well, it's taken care of for now."

There was fatigue in Xiahou Su's eyes, but he was still gentle when facing Li Siwan.

The night wind was chilly, and Li Siwan was still wearing the clothes he wore to the palace, which looked obviously shallow.

Xiahou Su reached out and took off his cloak, then leaned over and put it on Li Siwan.

Li Siwan was worried about Xiahou Su, "I'm not cold, you..."

"I'm not cold either, how are you doing?"

"Jingyue's emotions have stabilized, and Fangyuan is still guarding her."

"Then let's go back to the villa first."

"it is good."

Li Siwan nodded and left the Jing Mansion with Xiahou Su.

After getting on the carriage, Xiahou Su closed his eyes and leaned in the corner.

The exhaustion and sadness all over his body made Li Siwan's eyes full of heartache.

"Asu, are you okay?"

"Ah."

He whispered softly, his voice inexplicably low.

"Song Qiyu acted so ruthlessly this time. It seems that he has a new support."

"Has anyone formed an alliance with him?"

"That should be the case. But no matter what, since he has done this, I should naturally give him a big gift in return. A gift that will solve his problem once and for all and will never let him go again!"

Xiahou Su opened his eyes, his deep eyes filled with coldness and hatred.

The murderous intent was so fierce that Li Siwan was stunned.

This time he was really angry.

However, it's time for everything to end.

Li Siwan never doubted Xiahou Su's ability, but he was worried about his health.

His body was filled with anger and sadness. If he was overworked, he might not be able to survive the surgery.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too hot, Xiahou Su looked back, their eyes met, and he reached out and touched Li Siwan's forehead.

"I know what you're worried about, but I promise, I won't let anything happen to me, don't worry."

"I know."

Li Siwan smiled and nodded. The atmosphere in the car was too depressing, and Xiahou Su was not suitable to be immersed in such emotions for a long time.

Li Siwan thought about it and changed the subject.

"New Year's Eve is coming soon. I heard from Wu Xin that we need to write Spring Festival couplets. But you know that my handwriting is not good enough for others to see. Can you teach me how to write Spring Festival couplets this year?"

Li Siwan held his chin with one hand and just looked at Xiahou Su.

Her eyebrows are curved, warm and lovely.

"it is good."

Xiahou Su nodded, with a slight smile on his lips.

When their eyes met, warmth flowed.

But at this moment, the carriage, which was originally running smoothly, suddenly shook violently.