It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

When everyone heard this, their faces changed in unison.

However, they were surrounded by servants of the Ji family and could not move at all. They could only follow the servants back to the backyard.

The black cloth was covered again, blocking out the upcoming sunlight completely.

The servants led them to their respective rooms, and did not forget to close their doors before leaving. Jiang Jingmo just sat in front of the couch, watching the last ray of light outside being blocked outside the door.

Ke Su never came again, and these windowless rooms seemed like prisons carefully prepared for the people of Jiuxiao Sect.

After the servant outside left, Jiang Jingmo immediately walked to the door. She pushed hard, but the door did not move at all. She thought that the servant had already locked it.

No wonder Ji Chuhe was so hesitant when he brought them here. This Ji family is really weird.

Jiang Jingmo sat back on the couch, carefully pondering what Ji's father had said before, trying to find some clues from it.

Soon, she remembered the so-called sky-peeping person.

There will only be one Sky-Peeker in a generation, and this Sky-Peeker must be the one who inherits the Ji family's bloodline.

But if it is true as Ji's father said, there can only be one Sky-Gazing Person in each generation, then does it also mean that there is only one person in each generation who can inherit the Ji family bloodline?

If that was the case, then it would be even less likely that the Ji couple would be attacked by their bloodline backlash together, or in other words, their eyes were not caused by the so-called bloodline backlash at all.

Jiang Jingmo's expression was extremely solemn. She recalled the strange atmosphere between Ji Chuhe and Ji's father and mother, as well as the last words she left.

The ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

.........

Mrs. Ji did not take Ji Chuhe back to the backyard. Instead, she walked through the winding corridors and headed towards the side courtyard.

"Why did you tell them that you and Dad's eyes were due to the backlash of blood."

Ji Chuhe looked at the direction Madam Ji went, without much emotion in her eyes. She had already vaguely guessed something.

"You are really not as obedient as you were when you were a child. Is this the attitude you use when talking to your mother now?"

The smile on Mrs. Ji's face had long since disappeared. She turned her head away with a cold expression.

"It's just you and me now, why bother putting on a motherly attitude?"

Ji Chuhe remained unmoved. She just stood there quietly. When she looked at Madam Ji, there was a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"Why should we let outsiders know about our family affairs?"

"You could have kept it to yourself then."

"That won't do. If I don't tell them, what if they get scared away by the situation at home?"

Mrs. Ji suddenly laughed.

"What do you mean?"

When Ji Chuhe heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Why are you so excited? Mom and Dad are just worried that they will leave a bad impression on the guests you bring."

Mrs. Ji seemed to have anticipated Ji Chuhe's reaction. She walked up to the latter and gently grabbed her right wrist.

She was very strong and Ji Chuhe couldn't break free at all. Mrs. Ji exerted a little force and pried her hands apart, and the things in her hands fell to the ground.

It was a severed finger with a small mole on it.

"Be obedient. Don't you still want to see your grandfather?"

Mrs. Ji smiled.

Ji Chuhe's eyes fell on the severed finger. She remembered that her grandfather had such a mole on his little finger.

"Don't worry, he's still alive. After all, he's your father's father. We can't kill him."

Noticing Ji Chuhe's gaze, Mrs. Ji picked up the severed finger on the ground and put it back into her hand.

"So? Do you need me to praise you for having a conscience?"

Ji Chuhe pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"You have this attitude again. I wonder what your sect has taught you?"

Mrs. Ji sighed helplessly, curled her lips, and walked forward on her own.

"If you still have this attitude, next time, you won't see a severed finger."

Hearing this, Ji Chuhe's hands suddenly tightened. She wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

She looked at the broken finger in her hand, gritted her teeth, and finally followed Mrs. Ji towards the side courtyard.

The side courtyard was not far away, and the two of them soon arrived at the door. The servants guarding there saluted them respectfully, but when they saw Ji Chuhe, their expressions became a little strange.

"How is your father these days?"

Madam Ji spoke with a smile, but the servant was so timid that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"The old man, he hasn't been eating much these past two days..."

"Oh~ That's it."

Mrs. Ji seemed to be thinking about something. Then, she pushed Ji Chuhe and her face was full of

"Take the young lady in quickly. I think father will be able to eat when he sees his precious granddaughter coming back."

"Yes."

The servant answered respectfully, then they opened the door to the side courtyard and invited Ji Chuhe in.

The yard was clean and tidy, without a single weed, and it was obvious that someone cleaned it regularly.

The servant quickly led Ji Chuhe to the front of the house, and then stood respectfully at the door.

Ji Chuhe hesitated for only a moment before pushing open the door and walking into the room. The furnishings in the room were simple, with only a table, a bed, and a bathtub made entirely of white crystal.

And lying on the bed was Ji Chuhe's grandfather.

"Get lost! What are you doing here again? I already told you I don't want to eat. If you have the guts, let that evil creature and that vicious woman kill me directly!!!"

When the person on the bed heard someone coming in, he immediately started shouting angrily. Ji Chuhe's eyes immediately turned red when he heard this familiar voice.

Ji Rushong cursed for a long time, but the other party didn't say anything. He turned his head away with some confusion and looked at the woman not far away with his only remaining eye.

Then his cursing stopped abruptly.

"grandfather."

Ji Chuhe wiped her tears and called him softly.

"Chu He?" Ji Rushong called out uncertainly.

"It's me, Grandfather."

Ji Chuhe came to Ji Rushong's bed, but the scene in front of her almost made her cry again.

The body of the old man lying on the couch was uneven and covered with scars from knife cuts. Although some of the injured parts were wrapped in layers of cloth, blood still seeped out.

One of Ji Rushong's eyes had been gouged out, and all his fingers had been chopped off, leaving only two bare palms.

"Why are you back? How could you come back?!"

Ji Rushong's eyes were red as he looked at his beloved granddaughter and couldn't help but break down and slap her.

"When I sent you away, didn't I warn you not to come back? If you come back, do you know how your parents will treat you?"

Ji Chuhe knelt down in front of him with a plop, and her tears could no longer be held back and rolled down.

"Grandfather, I have to come back. You and Zhijie are here..."