Chapter 41 The Third Uncle Wakes Up and Exposes Si Yao's True Colors
"Yes, Sister Sihe, if you were unwilling at the time, you could have just told me. Why wait until now to settle scores?"
Si Yao knew what she had done.
But at that time, Sihe was powerless to stop it, wasn't she?
Now you look so pathetic, who are you trying to fool?
"Let me tell you, can't you be a little more straightforward? Your hypocritical attitude is really not very pleasant."
Si Yao particularly despised this kind of person.
She acts like this just to gain men's sympathy and affection.
Si Yao disdained to do such a thing.
Si He looked at her and said, "When you had someone pin me to the ground, you weren't this straightforward. You're pretending like this, aren't you trying to make people think you're different from other women?"
Si He saw through such shallow scheming at a glance.
However, she had only been in the Si family for a short time; Si Yao was their daughter whom they had raised for over ten years.
Nothing she says or does is of any use.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've always been consistent in my words and deeds. Everyone who knows me knows that. Don't try to elevate yourself by putting me down."
Si Yao panicked for a moment when her thoughts were exposed.
However, she quickly came to her senses, because Si He's claims were completely unsubstantiated.
Mother won't believe her.
"Mommy, stop talking to them, it's useless," Qingbao said, frowning.
My mother's life is tragic; no one helps or loves her. It's already a blessing that she was able to grow up.
Qingbao only regretted that she wasn't born a decade or so earlier, so that her mother would have had someone to help her.
Si Yao raised her chin, pointed at Qing Bao, and said,
"Don't talk nonsense. You think you can wake up Third Brother? Go ahead and do it. You're just putting on airs. You and your mother are both wicked people."
"People with wicked intentions don't live to the end, Auntie. You'd better worry about yourself first."
Qingbao's face was icy cold, and her words carried a chilling edge.
Si Yao was actually intimidated by a child and took a small step back. "What do you mean?"
“I didn’t mean anything,” Qingbao said. “What I meant was, your mother flew away!”
Alright, Grand Slam done!
Whether Lady Si can fly or not depends on fate.
"How dare you! You can criticize me, but you can't criticize my mother. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I, Si Yao, am not worthy of being a female general!"
Si Yao pulled out a whip and lashed it fiercely at Qing Bao.
She used internal force in this whip strike, and the attack was completely unexpected.
Si He was startled and reached out to block with her own arm.
The next moment.
A pen suddenly bristled from the ground, flew to Si He's arm, and turned the whip to ashes.
"My Crimson Cloud Whip!" Si Yao stared wide-eyed as the ashes slipped through her fingers.
This is the weapon she has been using since she was a child, having practiced martial arts.
It's just gone like that!!!
His eyes, filled with murderous intent and bloodlust, glared fiercely at Si He and the other man. "What exactly did you do?!"
Qingbao scoffed, "You should worry about whether you can keep your own actions a secret."
"Si Zhao, aren't you going to wake up? If you don't wake up soon, your father will fly away too."
Qingbao reached out a chubby little hand and tugged at Si Zhao's ear.
It only happened in that instant.
His face regained its rosy glow, and Si Zhao's tightly closed brows furrowed slightly as he couldn't help but cough twice.
Everyone was stunned.
Madam Si was overjoyed and wept, "Zhao'er, Zhao'er is really awake? Quickly, go and fetch a doctor, quickly, go and fetch a doctor!"
Madam Si's eyes also welled up with tears, and a sense of relief washed over her.
Sure enough, Qingbao wasn't some kind of jinx; she was a goddess.
They are gods sent by God to save the Si family!
"Qingbao, your great-grandmother loves you. You're a good baby." The old lady pressed her face against Qingbao's cheek.
Her soft, plump cheeks were as tender as a peeled egg.
It was like a spring breeze in the old lady's heart, warm and full of love.
Qingbao frowned. "I couldn't save him. Si Zhao is still somewhat dead."
Yes, a person with a missing soul is either mentally deficient or physically incomplete.
I wonder which big prize Si Zhao will win.
No matter which one it is, Qingbao will not intervene again until he regrets treating his own sister this way.
The doctor arrived quickly.
Si Yao's heart was pounding with anxiety.
She grabbed the doctor's arm, then said to Mrs. Si,
"Just now Qingbao said that Third Brother's soul is incomplete. I've heard that people with incomplete souls are mentally unstable and no different from madmen. Mother, Third Brother wouldn't be like that, would he?"
Madam Si pulled her hand away, "Oh dear, let's not talk about that now. It's good that your third brother is awake. Doctor, please go and see him."
Si Yao nervously withdrew her hand, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
Her mother would never have pushed her away like that before.
"Doctor, my third brother's soul is incomplete. Will he go insane? I'm so worried about him," Si Yao continued to press the doctor.
The doctor said, "I'm just a healer; if you want spiritual guidance, go find a Taoist priest."
Si Yao fell silent. She knew that making things difficult for a doctor at this moment would lower her mother's opinion of her.
"Mother, let's find a Taoist priest. We don't even know when Third Brother will wake up." After saying that, Si Yao was about to leave to find a Taoist priest.
Perfect, she could bribe the Taoist priest to believe that Third Brother was talking nonsense, and then no one would believe him.
After some time has passed and this matter has been resolved, she can apologize to her third brother and have a drink with him. He will understand.
Even if all else fails, having the Taoist priest destroy Third Brother's soul and drive him completely insane would be better than losing his favor.
"Why invite a Taoist priest? Are you asking a Taoist priest to destroy Si Zhao's sanity?" Qingbao quickly spoke up when she saw that Si Zhao was about to slip away.
Si Yao stopped in her tracks, gritting her teeth as she looked at her, "I'm doing this for Third Brother's own good."
"You're in such a hurry to find the Taoist priest because you want to know in advance whether Si Zhao will go mad, right? That way you can rest assured."
Qingbao spoke in a clear, crisp voice, her innocent face subtly revealing her inner thoughts.
“Si Zhao won’t go crazy,” Qingbao said with a smile.
With Qingbao around, even if Si Zhao wanted to go crazy, he would have to ask her for her permission first.
Si Yao took a few steps back, somewhat frightened. "I can't be bothered to talk to you."
After saying that, she was about to run away.
A low, muffled sound accompanied by a cough came from the sickbed.
"Then tell me, Yao Yao, why did you treat me like this?"
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