He hurriedly supported Han Qiancheng and said: "I know that the young master cannot accept it, but this is the fact. The young lady is indeed dead.
Because the young master was in critical condition at that time, my subordinates could only bury the young lady hastily. Now that Qingfeng Village has been attacked by the regent, returning to the young master would be like throwing himself into a trap."
Han Qiancheng paused, grabbed Wei Yu's arm and said, "Tell me clearly, since they killed Qianyu, why am I still alive? Shouldn't the person they hate the most be me?"
Wei Yu frowned and said: "Sir, your life was saved by the evil doctor fairy. When my subordinate woke up, he found that the young lady had been killed.
Young Master, you only have one breath left. Your subordinates took you out of the valley and wanted to find a doctor to detoxify you. Unexpectedly, the car overturned and fell off the cliff on the way.
It was because you were lucky, young master, that you happened to meet the evil doctor fairy and his apprentice who were passing through here, and then the poison in your body was cured, young master, and you saved your life."
Han Qiancheng looked a little confused: "The evil doctor? Is that the evil doctor in the world who has a weird personality and is good at making poisons?
Isn’t it said that he has a weird temperament and always kills people instead of saving others? Why did he want to save me? "
Wei Yu knew that Han Qiancheng was not easy to fool, so he did not dare to be careless. He said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because the poison you were poisoned by Feng Changling, sir?
Although Senior Evil Doctor Xian didn't say why he wanted to save you, his subordinates can tell that there seems to be an old grudge between him and Feng Changling.
Originally, he planned to risk his life without saving him, but when he learned that the poison in the young master came from Feng Changling, he took action and said that the young master is in danger of death."
Han Qiancheng had only heard of the name of the Evil Doctor Immortal, but he knew nothing about the grudge between him and Feng Changling.
However, one of them uses poison and the other practices medicine, and medicine and poison have the same origin, so there may be some connection between the two.
He suppressed the thoughts in his heart, raised his eyes and looked around and asked: "Where are the evil doctors and immortals?"
Wei Yu said: "Senior has left."
Han Qiancheng frowned and asked, "Do you know where he went?"
Wei Yu shook his head: "Senior didn't say anything. He is a very weird person. Apart from asking how the young master got poisoned, he didn't say anything else."
Han Qiancheng lowered his eyes and whispered: "You mean, if the evil doctor hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago?"
Wei Yu responded: "Yes!"
Han Qiancheng closed his eyes and clutched his chest, feeling so heartbroken that he almost couldn't breathe.
It turns out that she really wants to kill him?
After being together for such a long time and sharing the same bed for countless nights, how could she be so cruel?
Han Qiancheng endured the pain in his heart, looked back at Wei Yu and asked again, "Is Qianyu really dead?"
Wei Yu met his gaze and asked word for word: "What are you still expecting, Master? Do you have to dig up the lady's grave in person to believe it?"
Is the young master unwilling to accept the death of the young lady, or is he unwilling to accept that the young lady died in the hands of the princess?
Can the young master still not let go of the princess now? If the princess still has feelings for you, she will not poison you on the wedding night, let alone kill your only relative! "
"That's enough."
Han Qiancheng didn't want to hear any more, so he punched the table with red eyes, and the table shattered into sawdust.
His bleeding hands were clenched into fists, and there was overwhelming hatred in his eyes: "Why?"
She poisoned him and he deserved it, but what about Qianyu? What did she do wrong?
How could she kill his only sister?
"Yan Ruoling!"
Han Qiancheng let out a heart-rending cry, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.