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Chapter 51: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (19)

"Who wants to see your shabby, poor flowers?" Ning Xi sneered, looking at Song Zhishu's gloomy face, and said with a smile, "Sister, I think this place of yours faces the sun, so it's quite suitable for planting cherry blossom trees."

Song Zhishu looked as if facing a formidable enemy and said coldly, "I'm sorry, there are already crabapple trees here."

“That’s alright…” she smiled maliciously: “Just burn it.” Ning Xi clapped her hands, and the maids around her, holding torches, began to throw flames at will.

Song Zhishu's pupils contracted sharply.

"Why did you bring crabapple seeds with you when you married into the Ji family?"

"You can't burn them... These are his favorite crabapple blossoms... You can't burn them..." Song Zhishu suddenly rushed out, frantically grabbing their torches. Ning Xi was terrified and didn't dare to approach.

How could one person possibly stop so many people? Before long, black smoke filled the entire backyard.

Song Zhishu knelt there, stunned, staring blankly at the burning tree like a fool, her eyes reddening. "How could you burn it... how could you burn it..." She looked helplessly at the innocent trees, then suddenly clutched her head, murmuring to herself, "He loved crabapple blossoms the most... these flowers will bloom soon, he'll be able to see them when he comes back... why did you have to burn them..."

That was the god she believed in her whole life.

It's the crabapple blossom that the boy himself said he liked the most.

Now she has turned to ashes, which drift down little by little with her tears.

The world was black, and the crackling sounds were extremely jarring. "Give me back my crabapple blossoms..." Song Zhishu suddenly stood up, and Ning Xi was slapped across the face, then tackled to the ground, her neck tightly gripped. She tried to signal for help with her eyes, but the rabble was too frightened to utter a sound, let alone move. Finally, Ning Xi fainted from lack of oxygen.

Song Zhishu stopped what she was doing, her eyes becoming calm: "Won't he be very sad to come back? After all, you are the person he loves most." Her eyes welled up with tears: "But, this crabapple tree, it's my favorite..."

She stood up, suppressing the metallic taste in her mouth, and said numbly, "Take her away, and don't let me see her again... okay?"

The maid quickly helped Ning Xi, who was lying unconscious on the ground, to her feet. She looked at the woman with some pity and nodded silently.

Only Song Zhishu remained. Looking at the trees that had heard countless of her thoughts, she smiled bitterly, tears wetting her dry lips: "I couldn't even bear to touch you... How could she bear to let you turn to ashes like this..."

She slowly squatted down, gently stroking the tree that was now just its roots, when suddenly she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her vision blurred, and she fainted to the side.

Silently

When she heard the news, Grandma Ji was still holding her teacup.

"Heh, weren't you so tough before? How come you're being bullied so badly now?" Old Madam Ji sneered, then turned around and ordered, "Find any doctor to take a look at him. Just make sure Ji Rong doesn't die before he comes back."

A strong, unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine made Song Zhishu frown and slowly open her eyes. The old man with a white beard next to her looked serious. Seeing that Song Zhishu was awake, he quickly asked, "Miss, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Song Zhishu felt pain all over her body and her head was burning. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

“Young lady, please don’t get agitated. I’m a doctor. When I arrived, you were lying on the ground. It was raining, how could you be soaked like that?” The doctor hesitated, “Young lady, I have something to tell you now… your body is already severely damaged, and I’m afraid… you only have half a month left.”