A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 190 Siqi's Disease

Zhi Yihe thought that if she could create chaos in the downtown area, even if she couldn't attract the attention of Siqi's people, they would probably not dare to commit robbery in public.

So she continued to make up a lie: "I was in a hurry to travel and used up all my silver. I was new here and didn't know where the silver shop was. I was hungry and thirsty, so I took off my jewelry and sold it at the pawnshop."

The short and strong thugs saw the leader nodded in agreement, so they let Xiger go. Xiger threw himself into the arms of the strong man and burst into tears.

"I don't think you can make any big waves!"

Zhiyi and they were sandwiched in the middle and walked out of the alley step by step.

"It's so annoying! Why are you crying?" Xiger was slapped hard.

"What are you doing? Didn't I promise to take you to get the money?" Zhi Yihe protected Xiger and spoke righteously.

"Boss! She has a knife in her sleeve!" someone exclaimed.

Zhi Yihe suddenly felt something was wrong, so he pulled out his dagger and waved it in the air, forcing everyone to retreat a step.

"Damn it! What is a little girl afraid of? You should be happy now that you have the money!"

As soon as these words were spoken, more than a dozen people rushed towards them. Zhi Yihe was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and stabbed the person closest to her in the chest with a knife. The man saw the bleeding wound, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He raised the stick in his hand and swung it at her.

"Don't hurt my sister!" Xiger rushed to her and pushed the man.

However, Zhiyihe's right ear was still hit by the stick, and his head was buzzing.

"You're quite a gutsy woman! Brothers! Let's deal with her first! See if she still acts arrogantly!"

Zhi Yihe was dizzy and Zhuangshi Ge snatched the dagger from her hand and waved it, starting a fight with the men. Zhi Yihe tried her best, kicking, biting, and grabbing their hair, but she was still restrained by the two men and dragged into a dark alley.

She was a little desperate. She kicked and smashed every object she could reach, making a deafening noise, and called out at the top of her lungs: "Zhi Siqi! Where are you! Come and save me! Zhi Siqi!"

Several figures jumped down from the high wall and landed lightly beside Zhi Yihe who was about to fall. As shadows and light intertwined, the two men had already fallen to the ground. There was no blood and no screams.

A woman in nightgown and with a veil on her face, quickly and neatly grasped Zhi Yihe. Her movements were steady and accurate, as if she had already calculated everything.

Zhi Yihe was still in shock and looked up at this sudden savior, only to see that she only had a pair of eyes as deep as the stars.

She fell to her knees in panic: "I am late, please forgive me, young master!"

"Dad!" a heart-wrenching cry was heard.

"Hurry up and save them!" Zhi Yihe had no time to respond to them and rushed into the depths of the alley anxiously.

The gang of thugs were quickly subdued, and when Zhi Yihe arrived, he saw corpses everywhere and the place was in a mess.

Xiger was lying on the ground with his back against the wall, curled up and unconscious, his left hand clutching his knee. His clothes were covered in dust and holes, and his skin was covered in shocking bruises and wounds.

"Quick! Send him to see a doctor!" Zhi Yihe was extremely anxious, his worry evident in his words: "Brother Zhuangshi! Brother Zhuangshi?"

She lowered her head to search, and when she turned around, she found that her dagger was stuck in the throat of the strong brother.

She covered her mouth to stop herself from crying. Self-blame and regret surged like a tide. If she hadn't been so outspoken, how could she have brought about such a disaster...

Zhi Yihe squatted beside Brother Zhuangshi with a guilty conscience, feeling confused and not knowing how to explain to Sister Xiangxiang.

"Young Master, we will take care of these corpses. Please move to Qiufeng Courtyard to meet Master Qi!"

Zhi Yihe said in a gloomy voice: "This is my benefactor. His wife is still waiting at the entrance of the alley. I must first settle them and their son. Please ask Zhi Siqi to come and see me."

"Yes, sir! I will buy the best coffin in the city right away."

Zhi Yihe staggered out, and the woman followed behind, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

"Ah He! Ah! What happened? They... Where is my Lao Li?"

When Zhi Yihe saw Sister Xiangxiang, he opened his mouth several times but didn't know how to start.

“Ah! Ahhhhhh! Lao Li! Lao Li! What’s wrong with you? Wake up, Lao Li! How could you just abandon us and walk away! Lao Li~”

Zhi Yihe stood still, his eyes drooping, as if he could see through the soil into the bottomless abyss.

Her chest felt stuffy, and the three words "I'm sorry" were stuck in the deepest part of her throat, restraining her voice.

"Young Master, Master Qi has difficulty in moving, please come to Qiu Fengting in person!"

"What happened to Siqi?"

"Young Master...it will be clear when we meet."

Zhi Yihe had no choice but to request that the coffin be temporarily placed in Qiu Fengting and to arrange accommodation for Sister Xiangxiang and her son before he could go to meet Zhi Siqi with peace of mind.

"He'er! You're here!"

Zhi Yihe had never expected that the person who came out to greet him was Princess Ruilin.

After several months and so many things happening, she had complicated feelings towards the princess in front of her.

There was a heavy silence in the air, and Princess Ruilin simply led her into the garden.

Qiufeng Courtyard is very large. After passing through a carved moon-shaped door, there is a quiet bamboo forest. After passing through the bamboo forest, there is a rippling pond, rugged rockery and rows of strange rocks.

Behind the rockery is an exquisite flower bed. Next to the flower bed, a winding path leads to the depths. Walking along the path, there is a hexagonal pavilion hidden among the green trees, and Zhi Siqi is sitting in the pavilion.

Zhi Yihe was unhappy, and his tone was full of sarcasm. The corners of his lips raised, and he said with a smile: "Father is in prison, and you are here enjoying your leisure."

"Cough cough!"

Zhi Yihe sat down on the stone bench and drank a sip of tea with his back to Zhi Siqi.

"With my sister, cough! It's been a hard journey, cough!"

"Qi'er!" Princess Ruilin was worried as she calmed Zhi Siqi's breathing.

"If you are not feeling well, just stay in bed and rest. Why bother with all this leisure time!" Zhi Yihe's words were as sharp as a knife, but his heart was soft. Although he did not turn around, he reached out his hand to feel Zhi Siqi's pulse.

The pulse is weak and floating, like the last breeze of autumn.

Zhi Yihe then turned around and looked at Zhi Siqi carefully. He realized that he was thin and his skin was pale. It seemed that the blood vessels underneath could be seen through the light. His eyes were sunken, and there were deep blue-gray shadows around his eye sockets, showing his fatigue and haggardness. His breathing was shallow, and every breath he took seemed particularly laborious.

Zhi Siqi raised his hand. His fingers were long and thin, his joints were abrupt, and his movements were slow, as if every bit of strength needed to be carefully calculated, for fear that he would consume too much and be blown away by a breeze. "He, sister, I can see you before I die, and I have made up for my regret."

"I know you have a weak constitution, but how did you end up in such a state?" Zhi Yihe's heart was beating very fast. This was her brother, and she couldn't bear to lose any more of her loved ones!

Princess Ruilin's eyes were blurred with tears: "Since the death of Imperial Physician Yun, Qi'er's health has been getting worse and worse. Although I have visited many famous doctors, they are all helpless. I have to watch Qi'er..."

Zhi Siqi patted his mother's hand to comfort her: "Mother, now that my sister is here, I can rest assured to entrust my father's instructions to her. Although we can't be reunited as a family, it is great to have my sister accompany me, isn't it?"

Princess Ruilin was in tears and choked with sobs.

Zhi Yihe looked at Zhi Siqi's unwilling eyes and said coldly, "What's the use of asking for instructions? Your own health is the most important thing! Someone, help Master Qi into the room quickly!"

I saw a man bending down skillfully, steadily supporting Zhi Siqi's legs and back, and carrying him out of the pavilion.

"How could it be... is it even difficult to walk?"

Princess Ruilin nodded, extremely sad: "First, I lost my appetite, then I vomited everything I ate, and later I vomited even if I didn't eat. Qi'er has been holding on, I'm afraid she won't be able to wait for you..."

"Did your grandfather leave any prescriptions when he was alive?"

"Yes, but the pharmacy is stored in the palace. We sent wave after wave of people there, but none of them came back. In the end, we had no choice but to give up..."

At this moment, Zhi Yihe thought of Hefeng's face and thought that perhaps he could give him a try.

So she couldn't wait to go to the study, tell him about Siqi's condition, and beg him to help.

She was fully aware of the risks of her action, but she still trusted the wind and believed that it would help her.