The frightened scream of the maid suddenly came from not far away, suddenly breaking the sad and depressing atmosphere in the entire mansion. When Si Yuan heard the sound, his expression suddenly changed.
He heard that the sound came from the direction of the mourning hall in the mansion.
"Did a thief take the opportunity to break in?"
The thoughts in his mind changed. Without any hesitation, he pulled out the fine iron sword hidden under the table and quickly rushed towards the direction of the sound.
After arriving at the location.
He saw a maid in a green dress falling to the ground, her face pale and her body trembling. When she looked towards the door of the mourning hall, her eyes were filled with fear.
"I hope my mother and sister are okay...!"
Seeing this situation, Si Yuan's heart suddenly sank.
Looking like a phantom in the darkness, he quickly arrived at the entrance of the mourning hall with a fine iron sword in hand.
But what he saw made him freeze on the spot.
The interior of the solemn mourning hall.
Originally, there was only my father's body placed in the center, with many flowers placed around the body. But now, there is an extra person next to my father's body.
That's his mother, my third son.
At this moment.
The mother and concubine were well-dressed and neatly groomed, with a smile on their face and tears in their eyes. The fingers of her left hand and her father's right hand were interlocked and closely connected.
The expression on his face was peaceful and peaceful.
"No, why is this...?!"
Si Yuan roared in grief and anger and rushed forward.
Looking at his parents lying side by side, he felt a deep sadness in his heart, but more importantly, he felt doubt and confusion.
"Could it be that someone assassinated my mother and then deliberately arranged this scene?"
After thinking about this experience, his anger increased greatly and his eyes were fierce.
I wish I could kill the unknown murderer with my sword.
"It's not good, young master, the old lady...!" At this moment, the butler's voice came from a distance.
Si Yuan held a fine iron sword in his hand and suddenly turned his head to look at the entrance of the mourning hall.
He saw the butler holding a roll of silk in both hands and staggering towards him. The center of the silk in his hand was tied up with a thin red rope.
"Butler, what are you yelling about?" Si Yuan suppressed the impulse in his heart and asked coldly.
"This is something the old woman left specially for the young master." The housekeeper hurried over and handed the silk in his hand to Si Yuan. It was at this moment that the housekeeper noticed something unusual in the mourning hall.
Suddenly my heart trembled, and my head dropped even lower.
Si Yuan reached out and took the silk letter handed to him by the housekeeper.
The moment he took possession of the item, he knew that it was real because it contained the unique brand of Gu magic that her mother only knew.
Others simply can't imitate it.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the silk in his hand, his eyes suddenly condensed.
[My son Si Yuan’s personal revelation, the last work of my third son]
He quickly untied the thin red rope that bound the silk and looked at it carefully. The brand of poison on the silk flickered slightly, and then disappeared quietly.
[My son does not need to feel sad for his mother]
[The thing that Mom regrets the most in her life is marrying your father. Now... I am still young and cannot stand on my own..., don't give it up casually]
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[We are together in life, and we are together in death]
【Not seeking to live together, but seeking to sleep together】
【妘三子的故事】
Si Yuan was shocked after reading the final suicide note left by his mother, Yu Sanzi, in his hand.
Until this very moment.
He suddenly realized that the era he was living in now was the Warring States Period.
Rather than the era of previous lives.
Here, the status of women is extremely low. After the death of powerful aristocratic men or members of the royal family, most of the women who were with them during their lifetimes will be buried with them.
Even the maids, slaves, and guards who served beside him during his lifetime will be buried alive.
"No wonder... after dad passed away, the maids who originally served beside the bed would kneel on the ground and tremble, all of them looking pale..."
"It turned out to be the fear of being buried alive."
Putting away his mother's suicide note in his hand, Si Yuan also understood why his mother chose to commit suicide.
The doubts in his eyes disappeared.
Some are just deep sadness and longing.
…
…
Three days later.
Originally, I planned to hold a beautiful funeral for my parents and then bury them together.
But Si Yuan suddenly heard a rumor from outside.
Amid the heated rumors that have been spread everywhere, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is currently a small country divided by the Yue Kingdom, and the elite killers of Baiyue under his command, brazenly assassinated the king.
In order to seek power and usurp the throne, he launched a palace coup.
The final result was that the current king was seriously injured and his life was in danger, and the elite Baiyue assassin who assassinated him was captured alive on the spot and confessed to his mastermind.
It shows that he is the killer whom the prince asked him to kill.
Then, the current prince was deposed and became a prisoner.
It is said that on the same night, the deposed prince of Baiyue was rescued by strange people under his command, escaped from prison overnight, and disappeared temporarily.
But such behavior further confirmed the fact that the deposed prince sent an assassin to kill the king.
The royal family was furious.
A search and kill order has been issued, vowing to get rid of him.
The Baiyue Killer Group, which the deposed prince of Baiyue worked hard to form and train, was swept away and severely damaged by the army and fell apart. Only a few members were able to escape and survive.
It is precisely because of this series of sudden changes that occurred.
Si Yuan had to change the previously scheduled burial date and set off four days in advance to bury his parents together in a simple and low-key manner. He did not want to be too public and attract attention during this sensitive period.
As for the original guests, we can only apologize afterwards.
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…
In the courtyard.
Si Yuan held his one-year-old little girl in his arms, rocked her gently, and hummed children's songs, trying to comfort the crying little girl.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"
The little girl showed no appreciation and insisted on being hugged by her mother.
I still cried by myself, crying heartbreakingly, heartbroken, and tears streaming down my face.
Si Yuan, who was also crying, was upset.
But this was his own biological sister, not an outsider. He could only endure the annoyance in his heart and find ways to coax the little girl.
Finally, the little girl was tired from crying and fell asleep.
This time the fuss has stopped.
"call……!"
Si Yuan let out a long breath and felt exhausted.
Took a little rest.
He looked at the maid standing under the steps of the pavilion and whispered: "Tell the steward to pass on the order and ask everyone to pay attention in the recent period."
"No one is allowed to go out without permission unless the government is responsible for procurement matters."
"Violators will be killed!"
"Slave, you obey!"
When the maid waiting at the bottom of the steps heard the master's order, she immediately saluted Si Yuanyingying, then hurriedly turned around and left to convey the order to the butler.
The interior of the pavilion in the courtyard.
Si Yuan hugged his little sister who had just fallen asleep, carefully freed one hand, took out a piece of silk from his arms, and began to carefully read and recite the content of the Xuan Bing Technique.