Chapter 763: Hope to Be Drawn Out

Xi Yu stood in the dim room, constantly thinking about the next plan in his mind.

"Child, we must find a truly dead child, otherwise the scene will not be complete." Xi Yu whispered to himself, his eyes shining with determination.

He turned around suddenly and shouted to the dark figure in the corner of the room: "Go handle this matter immediately! If you really encounter a child similar to Xi Ping'an, you must pay a high price to buy the dead one."

The black shadow moved slightly, and a low response came out: "Yes, Mr. Prime Minister."

There was a stern look on Xi Yu's face. He knew the importance of this scene and there was no room for error.

The secret guards shuttled through the streets like ghosts.

They act quickly and stealthily, without attracting anyone's attention.

Finally found one.

When the secret guards found a farmer, the farmer was immersed in grief.

The secret guard looked at the small body, and although he felt a little unbearable in his heart, he still toughened his heart and negotiated with the farmer.

"Our master heard that you have a recently deceased child here and is willing to pay a high price to buy it." The secret guard said expressionlessly, but there was a trace of eagerness in his eyes.

The farmer raised his red and swollen eyes with shock and confusion on his face: "What do you want this child to do?"

The secret guard frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to ask more about this, as long as you know that the price we offer is enough for your family to live without worries."

The farmer hesitated for a moment and finally nodded under the temptation of money.

The secret guard immediately took out a heavy bag of currency and handed it to the farmer, then carefully picked up the child and turned around to leave.

The secret guards rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion without stopping.

When they stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion and came in front of Xi Yu, Xi Yu's eyes lit up instantly.

He walked forward quickly and looked at the child carefully, with a satisfied look on his face.

"Well done!" Xi Yu nodded slightly.

The secret guard was relieved and silently retreated.

Xi Yu looked at the child in her arms, feeling a surge of complicated emotions in her heart.

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was solemnity and sadness. The white elegiac couplets sway gently in the wind, seeming to express endless sorrow.

Xi Yu's face looked dull, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

He watched quietly as people came one after another to express their condolences to his lost child.

He kept shouting: "Why is God so cruel to take away my child?"

At the door of the house, people looked sad, some shed tears silently, and some sighed softly.

A woman walked up to Xi Yu and comforted her softly: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, I'm sorry. This child must have gone to a better place."

Xi Yu raised his head slightly, looked at the woman with empty eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you... but I... I really can't accept it."

At this time, several children looked curiously in the crowd. They didn't understand why it was so sad here.

An older child pulled the corner of his mother's clothes and asked, "Mom, why are so many people crying here?"

The mother gently stroked the child's head and said softly: "My child, a little baby here has passed away. Everyone is very sad, so we came to express condolences to him."

In the mourning hall, Xi Yu looked at the child lying on the funeral bed, feeling like a knife.

He slowly walked to the coffin and gently stroked the child's face, tears streaming down his face.

"Child, why did you just leave like this? You are still so young..." He cried out painfully in his heart.

The sound of mournful music echoed in the air, adding to the sad atmosphere.

Xi Yu stood at the door of the mourning hall, watching the crowd of condolences coming and going.

Xi Yu straightened his body, looked at the people who came to express condolences, and said with a hoarse but firm voice: "Everyone, Xi Yu is not related to everyone, but you can come to express condolences at this moment. I am very grateful in my heart. That's damnable The evil man took away my child so cruelly and left Mrs. Gan missing. I swear I will not be a human being unless I take revenge!

In the crowd, someone comforted him softly: "Sir, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of yourself. The evil person will definitely be punished."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern. I will make that evil person pay the price."

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, crowds of condolences continued to pour in like a tide. Xi Yu stood in front of the mourning hall, his expression gloomy and his heart full of grief.

Several ladies came to Xi Yu quietly, all with sad faces.

Xi Shi gently held Xi Yu's hand, with tears in her eyes, and said softly: "Husband, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of yourself. The child has a soul in heaven, and I don't want to see you in such pain."

Xi Yu turned his head slightly, looked at the ladies, and sighed silently.

In the crowd, Wenxuan looked solemn as the team moved forward slowly.

She was filled with emotion and felt sad for Xi Yu's experience. Finally, when the queue reached Wenxuan, he quickly walked up to Xi Yu, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "My condolences. This kind of disaster is really an accident."

Xi Yu looked at Wenxuan and nodded slightly, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you Wenxuan."

That dark place was so silent that you could hear your heartbeat.

Song Shuwen was sitting in a simple corner, eating the bowl of hot rice in front of him, but his thoughts were wandering to nowhere.

The person delivering the meal appeared quietly as usual, his figure blurry in the dim light.

He said in a low voice: "After this meal, I will take you to a place. By then you will know why you were kept alive."

Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man, but said nothing. He just picked up the bowl silently and ate mechanically.

His heart was full of doubts and uneasiness, not knowing what was waiting for him.

But he knew that at this moment, he had no choice but to obey. Every bite of rice swallowed was bitter.

Song Shuwen secretly wondered what secret was hidden behind this? Where would his fate go?

After eating, Song Shuwen was taken out of the dark place.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, the faint light made his eyes narrow slightly.

He was shocked to realize that he seemed to be in a cave.

Continuing to move forward, the damp smell in the air became stronger.

Song Shuwen's uneasiness was gradually expanding.

At this moment, two men suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

One of them said coldly: "Put on the blindfold and don't remember the route."

Song Shuwen's heart tightened and he subconsciously wanted to resist, but looking at the other party's cold face and strong physique, he knew that he had no power to resist.

Helplessly, he could only nod silently and agree to their request.

The moment he put on the blindfold, Song Shuwen's world fell into darkness.

He could only feel the surrounding environment by hearing and touch.

The fear and doubt in his heart intertwined, making his heartbeat more and more rapid.

In the darkness, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Song Shuwen didn't know how long it had been, he only heard the man who delivered the meal say: "We're here."

Then, the man took off his blindfold.

Song Shuwen slowly opened his eyes and adapted to the sudden light.

He found himself in a room with a simple and mysterious layout.

In the middle of the room, there was a man wearing a mask. Judging from his figure, he seemed to be a man.

The man spoke in a deep and powerful voice: "My last name is Song, you can just call me Lao Song."

His words seemed polite, but his tone was very tough.

Lao Song leaned forward slightly, staring at Song Shuwen, and then said: "I heard that we are a family, and you are also surnamed Song?"

Song Shuwen nodded gently.

Lao Song asked again: "I heard that you are very skilled in medicine?"

Song Shuwen hesitated for a moment and replied: "It's okay, so-so."

A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Lao Song's eyes, and he slowly said: "The reason why I kept you here is that I hope you can use your medical skills to save my mother. But there is a prerequisite, you have to follow me from now on. If you don't want to..."

Lao Song paused, and his tone suddenly became cold, "I will kill you."

Song Shuwen's face turned pale in an instant, and endless fear surged in his heart.

His brain was working fast, thinking about his situation. He knew that he didn't have much choice at the moment. But following this mysterious Lao Song, he didn't know what kind of future he would face.

He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "I... I need to think about it."

Old Song snorted coldly, "You don't have much time to think about it, give me an answer as soon as possible."

After that, Old Song waved his hand and signaled the people next to him to take Song Shuwen away.

Song Shuwen was taken away from the room, his heart was in chaos.

He didn't know how to choose, whether to take the risk of rejecting Old Song and gamble his life, or obey Old Song and embark on an unknown road from then on.

Song Shuwen was taken back to the dim room. The man who delivered the meal stood aside and said coldly: "I will only give you one day. The illness of the boss's mother is not particularly serious. Otherwise, I won't give you any time to consider."

Song Shuwen's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, he lowered his head slightly, and fell into deep thought.

He kept struggling in his heart: "Do I really have to obey? Do I really have to be loyal to this mysterious boss? But how should I choose? I want to live, but is this choice really correct?"

His eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes firm, and his hands were unconsciously clenched together.

He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, as if two villains were arguing fiercely in his mind.

One villain said: "Submit, only in this way can you survive."

The other villain loudly retorted: "Don't give in easily, who knows what kind of danger will come later."

The man who delivered the meal looked at the silent Song Shuwen and snorted impatiently: "You'd better make a decision quickly, don't waste time."

Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the man, still did not speak, just lowered his head again, and continued to immerse himself in his own thoughts.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the atmosphere of the funeral was still heavy and depressing. The white elegiac couplets fluttered slightly in the wind, as if telling endless sorrow.

Many well-known people in Youzhou City came to pay their respects, and the scene was solemn and solemn.

Sun Quan led the people of Youzhou Chamber of Commerce to slowly enter the Prime Minister's Mansion.

They bowed respectfully in front of the mourning hall to express their grief.

Time passed quietly until noon.

Xi Yu ordered people to bury the child.

In order to make the fake play real, the tomb had already been built.

In the suburbs, the breeze was blowing gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Xi Yu stood in front of the newly built tomb, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

He kept looking around, still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to see the man behind the scenes appear.

However, time passed by, and there was no sign of that man.

Xiyu frowned slightly and sighed in his heart: "Maybe he won't come."

The people who came to see him off stood not far away, and their faces were also full of sadness.

Xiyu looked at everyone, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Xiyu stared at the grave quietly.

The wind in the suburbs blew gently, raising some dust.

The child's grave stood quietly, as if telling endless sorrow.

Xiyu looked around again, and the disappointment in his heart became stronger.

The man behind the scenes still did not show up, but Xiyu did not think he did anything wrong.

He thought to himself: "What I did must have its use. The evil man will reveal his feet sooner or later, and I will make him pay for his evil deeds."

The wind gradually got stronger, blowing Xiyu's hair.

Xiyu dragged his heavy steps back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The mansion was still shrouded in a sad atmosphere, the white mourning couplets fluttered slightly in the wind, and the sound of mourning music seemed to still echo in his ears.

However, before the man behind the scenes appeared, he knew that he could not make the news public.

Tuoba Yu rode her horse and galloped on the winding road. The wind blew her hair, revealing her resolute and beautiful face.

Her eyes were fixed on the front, calculating the distance to Youzhou in her mind.

Gradually, she found that she was getting closer and closer to Youzhou.

However, at this time, Tuoba Yu suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes. She thought to herself: "It's been so long, will Xiyu forget me?"

Xiyu's face kept appearing in her mind, and those memories came like a tide.

"There are so many women around him, why would he still care about me?" Tuoba Yu sighed lightly, with a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth.

She held the reins tightly, as if looking for a little comfort.

It seemed that there were two villains arguing in Tuoba Yu's heart.

One villain said: "He must still remember you, the feelings between you are sincere."

The other villain retorted: "Don't be silly, he has so many women around him, how can he care about you alone?" Her heart wavered between these two voices, and she became more and more irritable.

The wind was still blowing, but Tuoba Yu's mood was as heavy and confused as if it was shrouded by dark clouds.

She didn't know what was waiting for her, so she could only continue to move towards Youzhou with trepidation.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, giving everything a warm orange-red color.

Tuoba Yu came to a small inn, she gently dismounted and tied the reins to a wooden stake beside her.

Walking into the inn, there was a faint smell of fireworks.

Tuoba Yu found a place to sit down and ordered a dish.

She looked at the small shop quietly. The owner was a woman, with a touch of sadness on her gentle and tired face.

There was also a child with the woman.

Tuoba Yu's heart moved, and she asked softly, "Where is your man?"

The woman was slightly startled, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly, "The man died shortly after the child was born."

There was endless melancholy in her voice, as if she was recalling the good times in the past.

Tuoba Yu looked at the woman and the child, and a wave of sympathy surged in her heart.

She could feel the woman's strength and helplessness, and under the pressure of life, she was struggling to move forward with her child alone.

Tuoba Yu sighed softly, her eyes full of pity, and said, "You are really pitiful."

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, but a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "It's pitiful, but with the child by my side, I am happy."

Tuoba Yu listened to the woman's words, and a smile appeared on his face, agreeing, "That's true."

At this time, the woman spoke again, with a hint of emotion in her tone: "I think I am much better than the prime minister."

Tuoba Yu was slightly stunned, and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

The woman The woman's eyes fell on the child, and she said slowly: "Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is rich and prosperous, it is immersed in sadness at the moment. Although I live in poverty, I have my child by my side. This warmth is incomparable to any amount of money."

Tuoba Yu was full of surprise, his eyes widened slightly, and he hurriedly asked: "What happened to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The woman lowered her head slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared in her expression. She slowly said: "I heard that the Prime Minister's son died and the funeral was just held today."

After hearing this, Tuoba Yu was shocked, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer.

"Such a thing actually happened?" She murmured to herself, her face full of disbelief.

The figure of Xi Yu suddenly appeared in her mind, imagining how sad he must be at this moment.

Tuoba Yu's eyes became complicated, with worry, sympathy, and a little heartache.

She thought silently in her heart, how should Xi Yu bear such a blow?

The woman looked at Tuoba Yu's shocked look, shook her head gently, and said nothing more.

She turned around to take care of things in the store, leaving Tuoba Yu alone in shock and worry.

Tuoba Yu sat there in a daze, his mind in turmoil.

Tuoba Yu hurriedly finished his meal, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

She stood up, paid for the meal, and was eager to go to Youzhou quickly.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and Xi Yu's figure kept appearing in her mind. She was eager to know what happened to Xi Ping'an.

She jumped on the horse, raised the whip, and the horse galloped away like an arrow.

However, halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembered the woman in the store.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to go back and ask the woman about the cause of Xi Ping'an's death.

Tuoba Yu turned the horse's head and galloped back.

Her heart was full of anxiety, and she kept urging the horse to speed up.

When she returned to the inn again, the woman was busy cleaning the table.

Tuoba Yu hurriedly got off the horse and walked quickly to the woman.

"Sister, I want to ask you again, how did the prime minister's son die?" (End of this chapter)