He Yunce ran extremely fast, as if a wolf was chasing him, and disappeared in an instant.

Huang's eyes widened, and she hurriedly caught up behind him: "Yun Ce, what are you doing?"

He Yunze couldn't hear Huang's voice; only he knew that his internal organs were cramping and his whole body was in excruciating pain.

Ruo'an! His Ruo'an!

He never imagined that the person he had verbally abused and humiliated would be Ruo'an, whom he had been thinking about day and night!

When He Yunze arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, panting heavily, he saw the woman he loved lying in a pool of blood, her face ashen, like a corpse.

All the servants around her were pointing and whispering, their faces full of disgust and contempt, and not a single person offered a helping hand.

The crimson sky stained He Yunze's eyes, and he felt as if his eyes were being pricked by needles.

He rushed forward without hesitation and picked up Song Ruoan, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Ruo'an! Ruo'an! Who has ruined you like this!" He Yunze roared, like a wild beast.

Song Ruoan trembled uncomfortably as she felt He Yunce's touch.

However, she quickly suppressed the hatred in her heart, weakly raised her head, and gazed at He Yunce with deep affection. Tears rolled down her cheeks in a poignant beauty, and she was barely breathing.

“My husband, you’ve finally come… Ruo’an is willing to die to prove her innocence for you…”

Upon hearing this, He Yunze felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

"You are innocent! You are innocent! Of course I know you are innocent!"

His mind was completely blank; he was just frantically yelling at the servant beside him, "Where's the doctor! Where's the doctor!"

The servant looked at him timidly, "Young master, you said that if we waited any longer, her wounds would have healed... so I sent the doctor back."

He Yunze was so angry that he took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he couldn't refute it.

He could only scramble to his feet and carry Song Ruoan as he ran out, shouting, "All of you who stood by and watched someone die are accomplices!"

"If we can't save him, I'll make you all pay with your lives!"

When Huang arrived at the ancestral hall, panting and out of breath, that was what she heard.

She struggled to hold onto the ancestral hall door, staring at He Yunce's furious back, her eyes filled with astonishment: "What kind of bewitching potion did Song Ruoan give Yunce?"

"How come you suddenly seem like a completely different person?"

Madam Huang grew increasingly uneasy. She instructed Granny Qian, who was also panting beside her, "Go and investigate Song Ruoan's background. Find out what she does on a daily basis!"

"Yun Ce was completely infatuated after just one meeting; his innocence might really be questionable!"

At this moment, the ancestral hall was in complete chaos, while Song Xizhi was comfortably drinking warm milk on a soft couch with his legs crossed.

She had just summoned all the servants of Ximoxuan, intending to get to know them properly.

But looking around now, I realized that they were all men.

There are three servants who serve He Jingyan personally: one is his bodyguard from the frontier, and the other two are servants sent by Madam He to clean and take care of him.

The guard's name was Qing Tong, and the two servants' names were San Qi and Bai Shu, respectively.

In addition, there were two cleaning servants.

They stood neatly in front of Song Xizhi, heads bowed shyly, their attitude full of respect.

In his previous life, Song Xizhi had heard that everyone in He Jingyan's courtyard was highly skilled in martial arts and loyal.

So she asked Qing Tong curiously, "Since you are Jing Yan's bodyguard, just how skilled are you?"

Qing Tong nodded silently. "Yes, I have served by your side since I was a child. My martial arts skills are second-rate."

She smiled and said to the bronze statue, "Want to give it a try?"

So Qing Tong stepped forward, picked up the cup next to Song Xizhi, and said softly, "Excuse me!"

Then he twisted his wrist and gently tossed the cup in his hand toward the door.

With a loud bang, the white porcelain cup shot through the wooden door like an arrow and then became firmly embedded in a tree trunk five hundred meters away.

Song Xizhi was utterly astonished: "This is second-rate? Then what is first-rate?"

Bronze was silent for a moment, then said, "Master's skills are first-rate."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi stroked his chin, but did not question it.

After all, she knew that although He Jingyan was now bedridden, his strength was still not to be underestimated.

Thinking of this, she squinted and asked, "Does your master have any concubines? Would you like me to meet them too?"

Upon hearing this, Qing Tong hurriedly waved his hand: "No, my master has never been interested in women, and he is always served by servants."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's eyes curved into a smile.

The thought that her husband was innocent and virtuous, capable of performing sexual acts, and didn't need her care made her even more satisfied.

"So you usually take care of her with Panax notoginseng and Atractylodes macrocephala?"

Sanqi and Baishu said in unison, "Young Madam, you don't need to worry about taking care of the young master. Just let us know if you need anything."

Both Qing Tong and San Qi were somewhat shocked by Song Xizhi's actions last night. They did not expect that even though their master had become a living dead, there was still a girl who would stay by his side.

There was no pity or disdain in his expression.

Therefore, today, they also regard Song Xizhi as the only female master of Ximoxuan.

Hearing this, Song Xizhi nodded with great satisfaction. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Granny Wu rush in.

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