507 Ending, Beiming Awakens (2)
Madam Li couldn’t care less about her waist injury. She personally went to the Second Old Master’s bed to attend to his illness and even called her two precious sons to his room. She asked them to stay by the Second Old Master’s side and not let anything happen to him.
“How could this have happened? If we had known… If we had known, we wouldn’t have left Grandpa behind and come back by ourselves,” Helian Yu said self-reproachfully.
Helian Cheng said sadly, “It’s all your fault. I didn’t want to leave, but you had to pull me away!”
Helian Yu gasped. “What can I do since Grandpa gave the order? Perhaps at that time, Grandpa sensed danger and let us leave.”
Helian Cheng muttered, “But doesn’t Grandpa hate Helian Chao very much? Why did he save him? In my opinion, Helian Chao was afraid of death and fled. The assassin couldn’t catch him, so he assassinated Grandpa, right?”
Helian Yu said seriously, “That’s right! He’s such a cowardly person!”
The two of them tried their best to think badly of Yan Jiuchao, but they did not know how bad he was. They could not imagine it at all.
Fled? Leave the Second Old Master to face the assassin alone?
As if. He was the one who stabbed him, okay?
It was all thanks to the murder weapon that they could not suspect Yan Jiuchao. The murder weapon did not belong to the Helian family. Back then, when the Second Old Master sent someone to assassinate Helian Beiming, he had thought that he could not let anyone find out. Therefore, the murder weapon was custom-made. Other than Yan Jiuchao, Yu Wan, Old Cui and Yu Gang, no one could recognize that it was the dagger that had stabbed Helian Beiming.
When Yu Gang went to the West Manor to investigate the clues, he saw the dagger. The dagger was taken by the Young Master. Now that it appeared at the Second Old Master’s crime scene, it could only mean that the assassin was none other than his Young Master.
Yu Gang did not understand why Young Master did this, but he instinctively kept quiet and did not say anything.
The Second Old Master’s condition was not as optimistic as Helian Beiming’s. The doctors had been resuscitating him for a day and a night. It was said that his injuries had been treated, but the stroke was too serious. They did not know if he would wake up again in the future. Even if he woke up, he would probably not be able to eat, drink, and live like a normal person.
“Then, then can he return to our hometown to pay respects to our ancestors?” Madam Li asked the doctor.
The doctor looked at Madam Li as if she was a fool. He was just short of saying that he was paralyzed! He couldn’t even eat the porridge, so how could you expect him to pay respects to his ancestors? I think he’s going to see Buddha!
“No,” said the doctor.
Such a thing happened at the critical juncture of returning to their hometown to pay respects to their ancestors. It was simply going to break the luck of the West Manor!
After hearing the doctor’s words, Madam Li’s eyes rolled back and she fainted.
On the other side of the East Manor, no one thought of ancestral worship. After hearing that the Second Old Master had also been assassinated, the Old Madam personally went to visit him. She thanked him for saving her little grandson and instructed him to recuperate well, and not to worry about the matters in the manor for the time being. Chao’er had already gone to catch the assassin. He would definitely bring the assassin to justice.
Helian Chao went to catch the assassin?! The Second Old Master, who originally had a trace of waking up, fainted again!
The Old Madam was not in the mood to pay much attention to her brother-in-law. After all, her son was also injured. The Old Madam had chatted with the unconscious Second Old Master for a while. It was nothing more than that everything in the manor had Chao’er, so she asked him to recuperate in peace and left.
The doctor did not know if it was his imagination, but after Old Madam came to see the Second Master, the Second Master’s situation seemed to be even worse.
The Old Madam went to Helian Beiming’s courtyard.
Yu Wan exclaimed, “Grandma, you didn’t come at the right time. Uncle just ate porridge and fell asleep.”
The old lady was disappointed. “Did I miss it again?”
She didn’t miss it. In fact, Helian Beiming never woke up. The Red Lingzhi had taken effect. His complexion was better, but he still showed no signs of waking up. This made Yu Wan worried. Could it be that Uncle had become a vegetable since then? That would be too cruel.
The mother and son were connected. No matter how flawless the concealment was, the Old Madam began to panic.
“Great-grandma! Great-grandma!” Xiaobao hugged Old Madam’s thigh. “Xiaobao, feed!”
“Er’bao wants it too!” Er’bao hugged the old lady’s other leg.
Dabao threw himself into the old lady’s arms and hugged her tightly. The three little fellows successfully diverted the Old Madam’s attention again. However, this method could be used once or twice, but it could not be used for the rest of their lives. It was better for Helian Beiming to wake up.
The night was dark and the night wind was rustling.
Helian Beiming lay on the bed with a weak aura. The incense stove emitted a faint medicinal fragrance. Suddenly, a shadow flashed into the courtyard and silently pushed open the door. The maidservant on duty fell asleep on the table. That person tapped her sleeping acupoint and gently walked to Helian Beiming’s bed. He sat down and held Helian Beiming’s cold and thin hand.
Helian Beiming’s fingertips moved.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright.
The first thing Yu Wan did when she woke up was to go to her uncle’s room to check on his injuries. This was the third day and she could not hide it anymore. If this continued, she would have to ask Yan Jiuchao to think of a way to coax Old Madam out of the manor for a period of time.
As she pondered, she entered the room. In the end, she saw the originally unconscious Helian Beiming sitting at the head of the bed in high spirits. His face was still pale, and his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were so bright.
“Uncle! You’re awake?” Yu Wan walked over in surprise.
Helian Beiming nodded. He was holding a wooden dagger in his hand. The dagger was small and old, and it looked like it had been around for a long time.
“What is this, Uncle?” Yu Wan looked at the dagger and asked.
A reminiscent smile appeared in Helian Beiming’s eyes. “The dagger I made for Sheng’er when he was seven.”
He woke up with the dagger by his bed. Sheng’er had been here. It wasn’t a dream.
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