Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

On the street, life is bustling with shouts and hawking, which is in sharp contrast to the tranquility inside the carriage.

"Really? Then Xi'er, did you see anything?" Fu Youxing was stunned for a moment when he heard the news before he could recover from the loss.

"No, Caihuan came very quickly. Afraid of arousing suspicion, Xi'er kicked her foot on the stone and escaped Caihuan's questioning."

Facing Fu Youxing's questioning, Shen Xixi looked sad, lowered her eyes and shook her head, "It's Xi'er who is useless and didn't find anything for her husband."

"Fool, how could Xi'er think like this? In my husband's heart, Xi'er is the best. Leave this matter to me and you can just take good care of yourself." Seeing that Xi'er didn't dare to look at him because of guilt, Fu Youxing stretched out his hand and held it. He held her in his arms and looked at her feet wrapped in rice dumplings, feeling very distressed. "Next time, don't risk your own body, you know? Seeing you suffer makes my husband feel bad."

"I know." Shen Xixi said calmly while nestling in Fu Youxing's arms, looking at her resolute profile.

Returning to the Hou Mansion, he took Shen Xixi back to Qiushui Pavilion, and after feeding her some medicine, Fu Youxing called his servants and told them to take good care of his third grandma, and then went to the front yard.

After sending Fu Youxing away, Shen Xixi screened out everyone in the room, leaving Yinshuang to take care of her daily life.

Fu Youxing didn't come back until night fell. Looking through the window at the moonlight pouring on the floor tiles, Shen Xixi sighed softly and asked Yinshuang to put the lamp on the bedside.

"Third Grandma, does it still hurt?" She held up the lamp and looked at Third Grandma's injury. Yinshuang was a little worried when she saw that it was still swollen and abnormal.

It was hot in the summer and the gauze was wrapped in airtight. In the afternoon, the third grandma asked her to take off the gauze. She saw that the originally snow-white and slender feet were now covered with scars. The toenails of two of the toes were lifted straight up and were completely cut off. Pulling it out, Yinshuang's eyes became hot when she saw it.

He was fine when he went out, but when he came back, he was so seriously injured.

"It's okay. After taking off the gauze, she felt much better." Afraid of Yin Shuang's worry, Shen Xixi endured the pain and shook her head with a smile.

"It's getting late. Go back and rest quickly. I have nothing to do." Glancing at the increasingly dark sky, Shen Xixi told her to go back to her room and rest.

"Third Grandma, your legs and feet are inconvenient, how can there be no one around you?" Hearing Third Grandma call him to go back, Yinshuang's little face raised, expressing disapproval.

"But you also need to rest. I'm fine here."

"No, you definitely can't do it yourself, I won't leave."

Finally, Shen Xixi arranged the people in the outer room and asked Yin Shuang to rest on the imperial concubine's couch. Before leaving, Yin Shuang lowered the bed curtain in the bedroom and went to the outer room holding the quilt.

Listening to the footsteps outside gradually disappearing, Shen Xixi propped herself up, put the pillow behind her, and took out the letter from her arms.

Because it was held in my arms for an afternoon, the letter carried a warm body temperature, which warmed Shen Xixi's cold heart through her fingertips.

With trembling hands, he tore open the seal. Over time, the letter paper had turned yellow, but the handwriting was still clear. It contained the daily exchanges between his father and the leader of the Hu people. In the letter, his father expressed his dissatisfaction and disappointment with the Yu Dynasty. .

The leader of the Hu people strongly invited his father to cooperate with them to build a new prosperous age. In the last few letters, his father even handed over Dayu's border defense map to the other leader.

After reading the letters, Shen Xixi felt cold all over, and her blood turned to ice in an instant. Those letters were all fake.

The handwriting on it is not my father's at all. The imitator of the letter is very good. He knows his father's handwriting very well and the imitation is lifelike.

However, the other party ignored one detail. My father was very knowledgeable. He had read poetry and books since he was a child. He was very insightful in the study of calligraphy. His handwriting was full of ink, and his pen was very powerful, penetrating through the back of the paper.

It is true that this imitator's skill is not shallow, and it is difficult for ordinary people to identify it, and they will think it is his father's handwriting.

However, at the end of every letter, "famous" is wrong. My father has a habit of writing letters, leaving only one word at the end, "bracket".

Obviously, someone was jealous of his father being favored by the emperor, so he forged letters to frame his father, which led to his death.

Putting the letter away, Shen Xixi tightly clenched the red quilt under her body, understanding her father's handwriting. Getting used to it in a short period of time is not enough. This person must be someone close to her father.

With a "pop" sound, a faint sound came in the air, which was particularly loud in the silent Terry.

"Who?" Hearing the sound, Shen Xixi came back from her memory and looked around with vigilant eyes.

"Shh~, sister, do you want to alarm people outside?" A breeze blew past her face, and her warm body pressed against Shen Xixi's back, carrying a familiar fragrance.

"Why are you here?" After hearing that it was Yu'er, Shen Xixi relaxed and looked back at her.

"Sister is injured?" Ji Wuhen frowned slightly when he smelled the faint smell of blood on Shen Xixi's body. His eyes scanned her whole body but did not see any wounds. When he scanned her calf, he saw a shocking wound on her foot.

"It's okay, I accidentally kicked a stone." Feeling the fiery gaze, Shen Xixi moved her left foot, trying to hide the injured foot.

"Sister, you are really careless. If you use a little more force, such beautiful feet will become useless." Ji Wuhen reached out and pressed her fair and shiny ankles. Ji Wuhen stopped her movement and his eyes became deep.

Thick and long eyelashes drooped, looking at the slender and beautiful feet, Ji Wuhen pressed the tip of her tongue against the soft flesh beside her cheek.

Whether he kicked it accidentally or on his own initiative, he could tell at a glance, but the sore and stuffy feeling in his heart made him irritable for no reason.

"It hurts, Yu'er, you hurt me." With a cry of pain, Shen Xixi's plain white hand covered the back of Ji Wuhen's cold hand, trying to pry his hand away.

"..., I'm sorry." Burned by the soft and warm touch, Ji Wuhen let go of his palm. Seeing that the warm hand was about to leave, he held the little hand in his backhand.

"Yu'er? What's wrong with you?" Shen Xixi tried to pull her hand back, but the other party's grip was too firm and failed.

"..., it's getting late, sister, please go to bed early." Looking at the intertwined fingers of the two of them, Ji Wuhen gently let go of his hand.

Then he moved Shen Xixi's bed to the inside, for fear of touching her wound. Ji Wuhen did not dare to use force during the whole process, and was very careful.

After doing it, Ji Wuhen took off his shirt and lay down next to Shen Xixi.

"Sister, can you hold hands and sleep?" Recalling the warm touch just now, Ji Wuhen turned to look at Shen Xixi and whispered softly.

"Well, okay." Smelling the familiar faint fragrance, Shen Xixi felt sleepy and nodded hazily, and then her little hand was tightly held in the other's palm.

In the early morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Ji Wuhen stood up from the bed and glanced at Shen Xixi, who was still sleeping. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes moved to her injured foot.

A day later, the swelling subsided a little, but the wound was still very scary. The ointment was very strong and the burning sensation was obvious. She slept very uneasily at night and was woken up several times by the pain.

Turning around, she saw the tray on the table, which contained disinfectant solution and gauze ointment. She walked to the table and picked up the tray. Ji Wuhen walked to the end of the bed and slowly leaned down beside Shen Xixi's injured feet...

Returning to the side room, the subordinates were already waiting in the room. When they saw Ji Wuhen, they immediately knelt down and said, "Master, I found out clearly that the third grandmother was injured at Shen Qing's house."

"Who is following her?"

"She's a maid from the Shen Mansion, her name is Caihuan."

"If you can't do such a small thing well, then it's useless to keep your legs."

"Subordinates obey."