There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 23 Leaving the ruined temple (2)
"Thank you, master." Ye Xiao was overjoyed and kowtowed to thank him.

"Mobilize people and investigate her identity carefully for me, and don't let go of any clues."

"Yes." When Ye Xiao took a peek at the pale but elegant woman in sackcloth, he became suspicious. He didn't know why the master wanted to investigate her, but he could only accept his orders.

"Invite young master Yi Shuchen from Fairy Peak over here." Feng Ling untied the white jade from his waist and threw it to Ye Xiao.

"Master, are you seriously injured?" Ye Xiao couldn't help but ask, after all, Young Master Yi is the number one doctor in the world, and he always doesn't come out of Fairy Peak easily, let alone care about worldly affairs.

But in the air, there were streams of cold air, like sharp ice cones, shooting coldly at him, making him turn pale with fright, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to ask any more questions.

"Has Emperor Chu returned to the country?"

"Returning to the master, no, the Emperor Chu took a detour to Fengguo."

Go to Fengguo?What to do in Fengguo?Why did he hide it from the world, come to Tianfeng country, and then go to Feng country?
"Master, should we hurry back to Chu country? If the emperor of Chu returns to the country early and doesn't see you, I'm afraid he will be suspicious." Ye Xiao said cautiously, for fear of offending the master again.

"Go and do what I entrusted to you first."

"Yes, master."

"Wait, I'll go with you." Feng Ling took a low look at Yang Churuo who was still in the nightmare, a look of complexity flashed across Fengshen's handsome face, and he left first.

In the dark night, only Feng Ling's icy voice faintly sounded, "Go and get her some food, clothes and bedding."

As soon as Feng Ling and the others left, Yang Churuo woke up groggy. In the night, Yang Churuo propped up his weak body, wiped his cold sweat, and coughed softly against the wall.

She woke up again, every day was a torment for her, every moment was a sea of ​​bitterness for her, she was even afraid to close her eyes, as soon as she closed her eyes, she would unconsciously think of all the unbearable things in the past.

Putting the hand wrapped in thick white gauze on his abdomen, Yang Churuo slipped a drop of tears, and fainted on the back of his hand. With a beeping sound, something burst in his heart.

Child... don't blame mother... mother has no choice... no choice...

There was nothing she could do, she couldn't stop him from violating her, and she couldn't prevent herself from getting pregnant... There was nothing she could do... There was nothing she could do...

The world is boundless, what should she do?Are you going to live in this ruined temple all your life?Is it possible to spend a lifetime dragging your tired body to do laundry and make money?Do you want to live in such a humble way?
She was injured and sick, and could die at any time.As the days passed, those injuries not only did not get better, but worsened day by day. If this continued, let alone revenge, she would not even be able to save her own life.

Yang Churuo was hesitant and at a loss, there were a lot of flames in her heart, and there was an unforgettable hatred, but she couldn't find a place to vent it.

Lowering her head and clutching the thin quilt tightly, Yang Churuo felt even more distressed. Aunt Yu's family has a lame mother-in-law, a blind father-in-law, two elderly people who have been bedridden for many years, and many children. Can I have her bedding?This quilt is probably the most valuable thing in Aunt Yu's house.

Burying her head between her knees, Yang Churuo wept softly, even forgetting that Feng Ling had already left.There is only helplessness and hatred in my heart.

She understands better than anyone else that her body is exhausted, and Dr. Zhang's little medicine can't cure her at all... What's more, she has no money...she doesn't have a penny...with such a body, she can't be cured... I can't afford to wash clothes to make money, and my life in the future will be even more sad.

"Ahem..." Under the dark night, the full moon hangs high, through the cracked window, it shines into the ruined temple, shining dots of golden light, the afterglow is like a galaxy, and there is a hint of warmth.

But even the hot sun at noon could not illuminate Yang Churuo's devastated heart, let alone this weak point.

"Ahem..." Yang Churuo raised his head suddenly, wiped away the tears in Jianshui's floating eyes, carried the quilt, dragged the sick body, staggered, and walked towards Aunt Yu's house step by step.

(End of this chapter)