PFC Chapter 323 Qin Le'an is dead
Chapter 323 Qin Le'an is dead
If it were the Xie Siyuan of the past, he wouldn't have offered a handkerchief to wipe away tears, let alone said a word.
Qin Jiuwei's brows furrowed even deeper.
What's that little rascal thinking up...?
As she pondered, she unconsciously loosened her grip on Xie Jue's small mouth.
Xie Jue finally caught his breath, his eyelids fluttering as he began to feel sleepy again.
He started to fall to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Xie Jingchun immediately reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulling him up sharply.
Xie Jue's eyes widened suddenly, and he was forced to stick out his tongue as he was being strangled.
Ahhh, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!
Xie Siyuan was still wiping away the tears of the Lady Hou.
This scene was witnessed by everyone present, and Lord Xie couldn't help but sigh heavily, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
Sure enough, he knew.
The decision to send Xie Siyuan to the estate was correct.
Only through suffering can one learn gratitude.
Lord Xie was somewhat moved, and the thought of keeping Xie Siyuan in his heart crossed his mind.
But in just a moment, it was dispelled.
No, I can't be soft-hearted.
Let him train for another month, and then bring him back next month.
After the funeral, Xie Siyuan knew he had to return to the estate, so he neither cried nor made a scene.
After quietly bowing, he left.
Lady Hou was even more heartbroken to see him like this.
He quickly stepped forward and tried to stop the departing carriage.
But in the end, she was stopped by a maid who rushed forward.
It's already late February.
The rebellion caused by Li Wuyang in the capital gradually subsided.
People's lives gradually returned to normal, and few people mentioned this matter anymore.
Lady Hou fell seriously ill and spent half a month in bed before recovering.
When Qin Jiuwei saw Madam Hou again, she found her much more haggard, thin and pale.
But life goes on.
The dinner at the Marquis's residence was as lavish as usual, but the atmosphere at the table was much quieter than before.
Everyone ate their meals in silence.
Finally, it was Madam Xie who spoke up, breaking the silence at the table.
“Jiuwei, Wanning will be of marriageable age in a few days. I’m thinking you should be in charge of preparing the coming-of-age ceremony.”
Looking at Qin Jiuwei, Madam Xie's eyes were filled with gentle light. "You are meticulous and reliable. I am at ease entrusting this matter to you."
With Jiuwei managing the household, she can truly rest assured!
Time flies! In the blink of an eye, Wan Ning will be of marriageable age.
It's time to consider her marriage.
Just as Qin Jiuwei was about to respond, a crisp sound of chopsticks being thrown onto a plate suddenly rang out.
Xie Wanning casually tossed aside her chopsticks, her face full of displeasure.
She had always disliked Qin Jiuwei and didn't want her to prepare for her coming-of-age ceremony.
On such a wonderful day, we mustn't let bad luck taint us!
Moreover, she didn't believe Qin Jiuwei could be that attentive to her!
Lady Hou's expression froze, and she coughed lightly twice, covering her mouth with her handkerchief, before recovering.
“Madam, Wan Ning is my own daughter. How can I trouble Jiu Wei to handle such an important matter as her coming-of-age ceremony? This is what I should do.”
She hasn't come back since she fell ill and handed over the reins of the household!
Everything was left to Qin Jiuwei! Even the servants and maids all had to follow her lead!
Her status in this family is declining day by day!
Upon hearing this, Madam Xie frowned slightly. "That's true, but can your body handle it? You've just recovered from your illness, why are you going to overexert yourself again?"
Lady Hou's expression stiffened slightly, but she still answered with a smile.
"Madam, you are overthinking this. How can this be considered tiring? Wan Ning's coming-of-age ceremony is a major event. I really don't trust others to handle it."
Qin Jiuwei put down her teacup, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Someone else? Should we call on her?
Qin Jiuwei composed herself, looked at Madam Hou with gentle eyes, and spoke in a calm and unhurried voice.
“My mother-in-law is right. Others may not always have things they haven’t thought of. It’s best for my mother-in-law to handle it herself.”
It's best to stay away from such troublesome things from her as much as possible.
Upon hearing this, Lady Hou finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Qin Jiuwei's words, Madam Xie nodded slightly, and the matter was settled.
The imperial palace, the cold palace.
Qin Le'an leaned against the bed, his face as pale as if covered with a thin layer of paper.
The lips were ashen, almost devoid of any color.
An empty medicine bowl sat on the bedside table, emitting a faint bitter smell.
These medicines were all sent to the palace by her parents through intermediaries, and she drank bowl after bowl of them.
But it was still too late to reverse the situation.
She knew she was going to die.
But she was unwilling to accept it! Unwilling to accept it!
Her life shouldn't be like this! She should be an empress!
How could things have come to this!
As if he had just thought of something, Qin Le'an's eyes widened suddenly, flashing with a frenzied rage.
It's all her fault...it's all her fault!
With trembling hands, Qin Le'an painstakingly picked up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground, then forcefully cut his finger.
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and her hands trembled as she unfolded the handkerchief with her fingers.
I used all my strength to write a few words on it.
Qin Jiuwei... ruined me.
If Qin Jiuwei hadn't deliberately arranged this marriage for her, she wouldn't have done this!
She will marry into the Marquis's mansion and become the wife of the heir apparent, a woman of unparalleled glory...
She hated her, hated her...
When Qin Le'an finished writing the last word, he could no longer hold on, and the handkerchief slipped from his hand.
Her hands fell limply to her sides, her gaze unfocused.
He breathed his last in the silent, dark night.