Chapter 45 Don't Bully My Sister

One of them was in a wheelchair.

The man had a gentle demeanor, and like Du Ziheng, he was a gentleman, but he was more sickly and less confident and composed than Du Ziheng.

This person was none other than Yu Mingquan, the third young master of the Yu family, and Yu Zhiyi's nominal third brother.

Yu Mingquan was once a renowned scholar in the capital, but unfortunately, fate was cruel to him. When he was twelve years old, he fell seriously ill. After recovering, he was fine in other areas, but his legs were crippled.

In her past life, Yu Zhiyi had tried to find a way to heal his legs, but after she had collected the necessary materials, she was forced to marry Zhang Tianshun and went to the border with him shortly after the marriage.

Before leaving, she left behind the method to cure his legs and sent it to him.

Unfortunately, he did not send a letter.

When she returned to Beijing more than a decade later, he was still in a wheelchair.

Moreover, due to his long-term inability to walk, his health deteriorated significantly, and he passed away not long after she returned to Beijing.

In the Yu family, Yu Sanlang was one of the few people who still showed her kindness.

Whether in past lives or this life.

While Yu Zhiyi was lost in thought, the voices from ahead came over.

“Young Master Du, Yi’er is my sister. I hope the rumors outside are just rumors, and I hope you won’t do anything to hurt her. Although I am disabled, I still have the ability to stand up for my sister.”

Du Ziheng looked somewhat embarrassed.

The story of the three of them is somewhat complicated, but in fact, none of them are at fault. He really had no way to refute it, so he could only say, "Third brother, don't worry, Zhiyi is doing very well in the Du family. Since she came to the family, I have not done anything to wrong her."

She did it before she passed by the door.

Although Yu Sanlang had heard some things, he only had a superficial understanding. Hearing Du Ziheng's assurance, he believed him: "That's good."

After declining Du Ziheng's invitation to enter the mansion, Yu Sanlang had his wheelchair slowly pushed towards the Yu residence.

Yu Zhiyi did not appear.

She watched Yu Sanlang's departing figure, her eyes filled with gloom.

If there was one regret she had until her death in her previous life, it was that she wanted to ask why her third brother didn't believe her.

Why did you burn the prescription she sent?

By then, she had clearly made a name for herself and was no longer a teenage girl who couldn't be trusted.

Du Ziheng did not notice Yu Zhiyi behind the door. After saying goodbye to Yu Sanlang, he quickly walked towards the end of the street.

Yu Zhiyi knew he was going to deliver the talisman, but she had no opinion about it.

Her good mood vanished instantly, and she lost all interest in strolling around, so she returned to Linfeng Pavilion.

Not wanting to cultivate and having no appetite, Yu Zhiyi went to the incense room.

The fragrance of sandalwood wafts through the air.

Yu Zhiyi sat on the futon, her bright face expressionless, her eyes vacant.

When she was a child, she had no one to confide in except Ziyuan. Later, there were some things she couldn't even tell Ziyuan, so she came to the patriarch to confide in him.

"I'm bothering you again."

"Having been reborn for so long, I've always felt quite lost, not knowing the meaning of being reborn."

If she could be reborn before her marriage, she would never marry Du Ziheng.

The master only said that her worldly ties were not yet severed, but did not say that worldly ties necessarily meant marriage.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

"Grandmaster, I do not seek kinship, but there is only one question I cannot answer..."

Just as Yu Zhiyi was about to express her confusion, she heard Zi Yuan knocking on the door in a panic: "Miss, something terrible has happened!"

A moment later, the door opened, and Yu Zhiyi calmly asked, "What happened?"

"Young Master is injured!"

When Yu Zhiyi arrived at Mingxi Garden, the servants in the courtyard were terrified and dared not even breathe loudly.

The sky above Mingxi Garden seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and the atmosphere was heavy.

As she got closer, Yu Zhiyi keenly smelled the stench of blood.

Dulin was kneeling at the doorway, his back straight, his whole being radiating a deep sadness and self-reproach.

Yao cried her heart out.

Seeing Yu Zhiyi approach, she grabbed Yu Zhiyi's hand and asked through teary eyes, "Yi'er, Heng'er will be alright, won't he? He'll definitely be alright, right?"

Yu Zhiyi couldn't quite grasp the current trajectory of fate, since she could no longer see Du Ziheng's face clearly, but she still comforted him, "Don't worry, Mother, everything will be alright."

Yao felt reassured; although she was still heartbroken, she was no longer worried.

Yu Zhiyi then asked, "What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Yao couldn't help but grind her teeth: "Isn't it all that troublemaker's fault!"

Then he called out to the door, "Dulin, get in here!"

Du Lin crawled into the house. He had already heard Yu Zhiyi's question, so without being asked, he spilled the beans and told her the whole story.

It turns out that You Bingyue had been in a bad mood since her injury, and today she wanted to go out of the city to clear her mind.

Du Ziheng naturally refused, but You Bingyue insisted that she was thick-skinned and that this little injury was nothing. She even questioned him about whether he no longer loved her, otherwise why wouldn't he grant her such a small request?

Du Ziheng was worn down and had no choice but to agree.

After arranging a carriage, he carried the person onto it.

"I was outside the carriage and didn't know exactly what happened inside. I only vaguely heard that the young master wanted to give Miss You something, saying it could be used for self-defense. But Miss You..."

He glanced at Yu Zhiyi with some hesitation, and Yu Zhiyi replied, "What you want to give me, young master, is the amulet you took from me." She then asked, "Miss You knows that the amulet came from my hand, so she refuses to accept it?"

She was somewhat puzzled.

Even if she refuses to accept it, Du Ziheng will at most be unable to give his love. He still has the amulet on him, so even if he encounters an accident, he will not be injured.

Madam Yao had also thought of this and quickly asked, "What happened next? Did that woman do something strange?"

Du Lin lowered his head, not daring to participate in the evaluation of his master and his master's sweetheart, and could only objectively tell what he knew: "Later, the two argued, and it seemed that Miss You wanted the young master to throw away the amulet."

"I heard that you promised to throw the amulet far away after you get off the carriage."

"Then, we were assassinated."

"Although Miss You was injured, she is quite skilled. Moreover, those assassins were not targeting her, so she was not seriously injured. However, the young master was slashed three times. If he hadn't pulled Miss You back to the carriage at the last moment, the assassins wouldn't have been able to break through the outer protective shield of the carriage, and the Jingji Guards would have appeared in time. We would all be in grave danger."

Madam Yao was furious: "This scourge! This scourge! For such a ridiculous bit of jealousy, he actually threw away something that could save his life!"

She rarely lost her composure, but at this moment she directly cursed You Bingyue as a slut.

Yu Zhiyi hadn't expected You Bingyue to be so jealous that she would even give up something that could save her life.

Suddenly, the butler rushed in: "Madam, young mistress, something terrible has happened! Master has been assassinated!"

Yu Zhiyi subconsciously walked to Yao's side, and sure enough, she saw Yao stagger twice and was about to faint.