Revenge of the Transmigrated Mob Character

   Chapter 1267

  Yang Xuan's hand under the embroidered robe, firmly grasped, and then walked out with the medical doctors.

  The housekeeper also got up and planned to leave, but Su Ye called out

   "Butler, close the door, I have something to ask you."

   "Yes, Miss Su."

  Song Jue leaned against the door, staring at the back of Yang Xuan leaving, and then walked away slowly.

  When everyone leaves, the door of the room is closed.

  Su Ye stretched out her hand and removed the cotton cloth wrapped around her grandfather's head.

  The wound that has been more than half a month old has never formed a scab, and it is even soaked with layers of cotton cloth.

  The butler was also stunned when he saw the fresh wound.

  Because the old Patriarch was in a coma before, their attention was all focused on why the old Patriarch was in a coma.

  And the pharmacist has checked that the wound on the head is not fatal.

  So that people ignore the wound on the head.

  She stared at the wound for a while, then spoke

   "Is there a bowl?"

  The butler nodded quickly

   "Yes, yes."

  Following, Su Ye stood up, turned around the screen fan, and came to the wall where various medicinal powder pills were stored.

  Grandpa studied these, this wall basically has medicinal powder pills with names that can be said, covering a wide range.

  She pulled out one of the small drawers, took out a porcelain bottle from it.

   followed again to the bed and sat down.

   Pulled grandpa’s hand, pierced with a silver needle, tick, tick.

  Blood quickly dripped into the butler’s porcelain bowl.

  Following, Su Ye opened the porcelain bottle in his hand and poured the medicine powder in.

  After a while, the blood in the bowl turned dark green.

  The housekeeper doesn’t understand medicine, but he knows a lot by following the old Patriarch Yang, and he immediately reacted.

   "Toxic?"

  Su Ye's gaze fell on grandpa's finger.

  The tiny wound pierced by the silver needle was still dripping blood after a while.

  Her voice is faint

  "Hundred Flowers Poison."

   Soon there was a seldom fierceness in her eyes, and she grasped grandpa’s fingers harder.

  The other side.

  Yang Xuan returned to his house, and the door shut with a bang.

  After a while, a black figure appeared in the room.

   Judging from the figure, although she looks like a man, she is a woman with slender and uneven waist.

  The next second, Yang Xuan smashed the tea cup on the table with a bang.

  He has a gloomy and ugly face,

  "Didn’t you tell me that she died three years ago and will never come back again? What is the woman in the side palace now, ghost?!"

  The woman is holding a scimitar in her hand and fiddles with it, a strand of hair hangs down, and the indifference and sharpness in her eyes have never been reduced.

   "Who knows that she can come back? I thought I would never see her in this life."

  As she said, a sneer was drawn from the corners of her lips.

  Yang Xuan walked up to the woman, looked at the woman up and down, and narrowed his eyes

   "Xihua, you have a grudge against her?"

  All kinds of embarrassing scenes flashed in the woman’s mind quickly, and a malicious wave appeared on her face

   "Deep hatred, she must die."

  Yang Xuan stared at the woman quietly, as if to judge whether what she said was true or false.

  After looking at it for a long time, the woman sneered for a moment

"Young Master Yang doesn't have to look like it's irrelevant. Back then, your eldest brother fell and died not long after. Now your grandfather fell again and is about to die. If Su Ye finds out, you are for the Patriarch. He poisoned them both, how long do you think you can live?"

  (End of this chapter)