The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

There was still a trace of clarity in Lu Ningshuang's eyes as she quietly watched Lu Yingxue crying bitterly because of her few words and Fuling's true and false words.

It is difficult for soft-hearted people to accomplish great things because they are easily deceived.

Sister, you are so gullible.

She had woken up a long time ago, after Liu Xunfeng took her pulse.

Not only did she hear Liu Xunfeng's diagnosis, she also heard about the incompatibility between Fu Nangjia and Jing Shiyue.

But her head was so dizzy that she was too lazy to open her eyes.

Who would have thought that Lu Yingxue would run to her bedside to take care of her and even secretly wipe away her tears?

Tsk, what an idiot!

Lu Ningshuang pulled up a barely perceptible smile, slowly let go of Lu Yingxue, and looked away.

Her perception is very strong. As long as she pays attention, she can feel the breath of everyone in Chenxiang Courtyard.

For example, among her thirty-nine attendants, eighteen of whom were pure slaves, except for two maids who took turns guarding the kitchen, the others had already rested in the back room.

The eighteen with the best martial arts skills among the twenty-one were divided into three groups and took turns to guard in the dark.

For example, Fu Nanjia's confidant who was squatting pitifully at the wall outside the courtyard, waiting to be summoned at any time, and Lu Yingxue's subordinates who were chewing dry steamed buns not far from him, all had a clear path ahead of her.

Normally, they can be restrained, but when they are sick, their perception becomes heightened and they are difficult to control.

There was a shadow standing for a long time next to the bamboo forest at the side door of the study. It was Jing Shiyue, who was too timid to get any closer.

The person breathing heavily at the door was Fu Nanjia, who was blocked outside by Fuling and was full of anxiety.

She glanced in the direction of the two and called Fuling to relay the message, but in fact she was saying to the two of them:

"Let those two bastards come in and beat me up again, and kill me while they're at it, so I don't have to listen to the noise they make when I have a headache."

Fuling sent a message back and shook his head:

"Miss, they said they won't fight again."

"Is it?"

Lu Ningshuang placed her hands outside the quilt, closed her eyes and sneered, her weak voice full of ruthlessness.

"Then tell the guy next door, if you don't want me to completely lose my patience with him, then don't step out of the door.

Also, tell Fu Nangjia not to enter my room today.

If he likes to cause trouble to his neighbor, then he should just go and sleep with him. It is better for the two of them to live a good life together."

"Okay, miss."

Fuling turned and ran out.

Let two rivals sleep together?

Wouldn't that mean they would all perish together?

Xiaoshuang is still good at scolding people.

Lu Yingxue tried to suppress the corners of her mouth, but failed.

At the door, Fu Nanjia, who heard the words, almost broke down. Fuling's retelling was even more heartbreaking.

"Third Master, Miss asked you to go..."

"Shut up!"

After Fu Nanjia scolded Fuling with gritted teeth, he went to the side room in a wheelchair in dejection.

Beside the window, before Fuling could convey the message, the figure silently returned to the ear room and closed the door.

Jing Shiyue groped his way to the cupboard and took out medicine, bandages, splints and other things. It took him a long time to treat his injuries.

What happened today made him think deeply.

Extending Miss Lu's life by fifty years only means that even if she tries her best, she can only live for fifty years at most. But her body is so weak, how many times can she withstand it?

And what about himself?

Even if I could live to be a hundred years old, and even if the interest from saving Miss Lu was only double, I would still only have less than twenty years left.

But are there actually so many?

Did Miss Lu bring him back just to hear him say sorry?

Maybe he should change his attitude and not leave any regrets between them.

……

Lu Yingxue stayed overnight in Chenxiangyuan.

Firstly, he was worried about his sick sister and feared that her illness would relapse, and secondly, he promised to stay with her.

However, she did not sleep on Lu Ningshuang's bed. Instead, she asked Fuling to move the quilt to the low couch at the foot of the wall and slept there.

She was determined to avoid suspicion. After all, things are different now than before.

Xiaoshuang already has a man, and there might still be the scent of their lovemaking on the bed. It would be too embarrassing if she found out.

No matter how many people's love Xiaoshuang is playing with, she respects, understands, tolerates, and even indulges her.

But those were Xiaoshuang's private affairs. She didn't want to know too much, let alone get involved.

As an older sister, you need to be sensible.

Chenxiang Courtyard was very quiet, with no sounds of insects or birds. After Xiao Churan led his troops to war, all the affairs of Jinyang fell on Lu Yingxue. She hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

The incense in the room was soothing, and she fell asleep quickly.

At the second watch, Madam Lu came quietly, put her finger between her lips and gestured to Fuling who was keeping watch to keep quiet.

She sat down sideways on the edge of the bed and touched the girl's forehead with the back of her hand. When Shuang'er was a child, she would get feverish whenever she was sick. After she became unconscious from the fever, she would keep yelling for her mother.

She leaned over and touched the girl's face, caressing her hair lovingly, and coaxed her softly:

"Mom is here. Mom is always here..."

She tucked the quilt carefully and stayed for a while before preparing to leave. When she turned around, she unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Lu Yingxue who was accompanying her not far away.

Mrs. Lu pursed her lips tightly, her expression complicated and resistant.

In the end, he still moved over and tucked the corner of the quilt for Lu Yingxue.

As soon as Mrs. Lu left, Lu Yingxue opened her eyes.

She clearly felt Mrs. Lu's resistance to her, and she also understood why she endured the resistance and tucked the quilt for her.

It’s all for the precious daughter that is at the top of my heart.

It just so happened that she was no longer at the age where she longed for maternal love.

Neither her mother's love nor her rejection had any influence on her.

The door was gently closed, and Lu Yingxue closed her eyes again, but she was no longer sleepy. The scene of Mrs. Lu looking for her to reconcile that day kept repeating in her mind.

"Yingxue, I was wrong from the beginning to the end. I was timid and cowardly and took my anger out on you. I doted on Shuang'er too much.

I know you have been wronged these years, so I sincerely apologize to you. You can forgive me or not, but Shuang'er is innocent, she is still a child!

I hope you can take care of her more in the future for the sake of being her sister. This is my only request.

In fact, I know that your father has handed over the power of the Lu Mansion to you, and you are the actual head of the family.

Don't think that I, a woman in the backyard, only care about the little piece of land in front of me. I see your father's plan very clearly.

In this case, come back more often when you have time. With your current status, no one dares to stop you. You can see that Shuang'er likes you very much as a sister. You should come and see her more often.

If you want to hate someone, just hate me alone. Don't hurt my Shuang'er."

Who could imagine that her own mother, who hated her so much, would kneel down before her when they met?

For the sake of one daughter, kneel down to another daughter!

What a good mother she is! She is not afraid of being struck by lightning at all!

Eventually, she agreed to settle.

Just for Xiaoshuang.

For her sweet and soft "Sister", for the "Sister, run" in the dark underground palace, and for the network of interests related to her.

Is there any love without reason?

Isn’t it that God loves the world in order to practice His own morality and show His compassion?

Forgiveness is one thing, letting go is another, and not caring is another. She has suffered for thirty-six years, so what's wrong with charging a little interest?

After beating someone up, the dandy boy would give the victim some money if he reconciled with him!