In an elegant room in the Xiao Mansion, Chu Qian sat quietly beside the bed, her beautiful and pale face looking a little haggard.
Xiyue, who was standing by, was holding a bowl of steaming, fragrant chicken soup steadily in her hand. She walked to Chu Qian with light steps, then carefully reached the spoon into the bowl, scooped up some chicken soup, and gently handed it to Chu Qian's mouth.
"Madam, please drink something! It's been a whole morning since then, and you haven't eaten anything yet."
Xiyue persuaded softly, her eyes full of concern.
However, in the face of Xiyue's kindness, Chu Qian merely glanced at the bowl of chicken soup indifferently, then took a small sip and shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to drink it anymore.
Then, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes and gently leaned towards the bed, as if she wanted to take a rest.
Seeing Chu Qian's reaction, Xiyue couldn't help but sigh. She reluctantly put away the chicken soup and placed it on the table beside her, then gently pulled up the quilt and carefully covered Chu Qian, fearing that a trace of cold air would invade.
After doing all this, Xiyue turned around and quietly left the room, gently closing the door.
It was sunny outside, but Song Junwan, Youniang and Liu Yan, who were standing at the door, all had sad faces. When they saw Xiyue coming out of the house, they hurriedly walked over to her.
Their eyes first fell on the still full bowl of chicken soup in Xiyue's hand. The three of them looked at each other, and an embarrassed look appeared on their faces.
"Madam, you don't want to eat this, and you don't want to eat that, what can I do?"
The more impatient You Niang couldn't help but speak first, her voice full of obvious anxiety, her eyes even began to turn red, and tears were about to burst out.
Seeing this, Song Junwan quickly reached out and patted Youniang's shoulder, and said softly, "
"Don't worry, Young Lady. Ning'er will probably be back in the afternoon. At the moment, I'm afraid Ning'er is the only one who can help Sister Qian eat something."
Hearing what Song Junwan said, Xiyue and Liu Yan both nodded in agreement. Indeed, it seemed that they could only hope that Ning'er's return would change the situation.
After standing at the door for a while, a few people left reluctantly. Soon the yard was quiet, as if time had stopped.
Chu Qian, who was resting with her eyes closed in the house, suddenly seemed to feel something. Her brows slightly frowned, and her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a hint of alertness in her eyes.
She quickly sat up and looked around the room, as if she was looking for something. The dark butterfly between her eyebrows flickered faintly, as if it was resonating with her heart.
At this moment, a tall figure appeared on the floor of the house without any warning. This figure was so sudden that it made people a little surprised, but Chu Qian did not show any surprise when she saw him, as if she had already expected his arrival. She looked at the figure quietly, but there was no ripple in her eyes.
At this time, the tall figure slowly revealed his white teeth. His voice was low and slow, with a hint of sarcasm, he said:
"Chu Qian, your husband Xiao Ding has already broken up with you, and now your son Xiao Ning is also going to leave you. Oh, you are so pitiful."
This tall figure was Xue Lian, and he exuded a cold aura. In Piaomiao Xianzong, his body was destroyed by Yourong Rouxue, and this was the second body destroyed by Yourong Rouxue.
Now, he was standing here with his third body. This body looked taller and more powerful, but at the same time, it also revealed an unspeakable fatigue and vicissitudes.
When he thought of Rong Rouxue, Xue Lian's eyes were instantly filled with burning hatred and anger. That hatred was like poisonous ivy, and had long been deeply rooted in his bones. The friendship between master and disciple in the past was gone at this moment.
His hands were clenched into fists, his joints turned pale due to excessive force, and his arms were trembling slightly, as if he was ready to vent the surging anger in his heart like a volcanic eruption at any time.
Chu Qian, who was standing aside, stared quietly at the almost insane man in front of her. Her beautiful eyes seemed so empty and lifeless at this moment, like a puppet without a soul.
At this moment, a suffocating atmosphere of tension suddenly filled the originally quiet room, as if a storm with dark clouds, lightning and thunder was about to pour down and ruthlessly destroy everything.
Xue Lian slowly moved to Chu Qian's side, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked her delicate face. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, examining the beautiful face in front of him inch by inch.
"Well, she is really a rare beauty. No wonder she could give birth to such a handsome son like Xiao Ning." Xue Lian murmured softly.
After saying that, he swung his hand violently, as if throwing away a worthless item, and threw Chu Qian's face to the side, and said with disdain:
"Humph! Originally, I was thinking of just ending your life with a single blow to relieve my hatred. But then I thought, the risk of doing so is really too great..."
Then, Xue Lian slowly raised his right hand and waved it towards Chu Qian's delicate face like a flash of lightning. At this moment, something amazing happened!
The butterfly pattern that was originally faintly visible between Chu Qian's eyebrows suddenly became deeper, flashing a mysterious light as if it had life.
Then, Xue Lian lowered his head slightly and murmured softly:
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