A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 212 Unnamed Draft

Zhiyi and Mo planned in their hearts that if they stirred up trouble in the downtown area, even if they failed to attract Siqi's attention, they would not dare to commit robbery in public.

So she continued to make up a lie: "I was in a hurry to travel, and my money was all gone. I had just arrived and didn't know where the silver shop was. I was hungry and thirsty, so I had to pawn my jewelry."

The rough gangster released Xiger only after seeing his leader nod in approval. Xiger threw himself into his brother's arms, crying like rain.

"I don't think you can stir up any storm!"

Zhi Yihe and the other thugs were surrounded in the middle and slowly walked out of the alley.

"How annoying! Why are you crying so depressingly!" Xiger was slapped loudly.

"What do you mean? Didn't you promise to take us to get the silver?" Zhi Yihe protected Xiger and spoke righteously.

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

Zhi Yihe's heart tightened, he pulled out his dagger and waved it in the air, forcing everyone back a step.

"You really underestimated this young lady! If you get the silver, you can live as happily as you want!"

As soon as she finished speaking, more than a dozen people swarmed over. Zhi Yihe was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and stabbed the nearest person in the chest with a knife. The man's wound was bleeding, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He raised his stick and swung at her.

"Don't hurt my sister!" Xiger actually stood in front of her and pushed the man away.

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

"This woman is really brave! Brothers, let's deal with her first, and see if she dares to be so arrogant again!"

Zhi Yihe was dizzy, and her brother snatched the dagger from her hand and fought with several people. Zhi Yihe tried her best, kicking, biting, and grabbing hair, but she was still subdued by the two men and dragged into a dark alley.

She was filled with despair. She kicked and smashed everything she could touch, making a deafening noise, and shouted 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 on the ground. In the interweaving of light and shadow, two people fell to the ground silently.

A woman in nightgown and with a veil covering her face, held Zhi Yihe firmly. Her movements were skillful and accurate, as if she had expected everything.

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

She knelt down in panic: "My subordinate is late, please forgive me, young master!"

"Dad!" A heart-wrenching cry pierced the night sky.

"Go and save people!" Zhi Yihe had no time to care about anything else and rushed into the depths of the alley anxiously.

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

Xiger was curled up in the corner, unconscious, his clothes were tattered, and his skin was covered with bruises, which was shocking to see.

"Quick! Send him to see a doctor!" Zhi Yihe was anxious and worried, "Brother! Brother?"

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

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

Zhi Yihe squatted beside his brother, feeling guilty and confused, not knowing how to explain to Sister Xiangxiang.

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

Zhi Yihe replied indifferently, "This is my benefactor. His wife is waiting at the entrance of the alley. I need to settle them first and let Zhi Siqi come to see me."

"Yes, sir! I will go and buy a high-quality coffin immediately."

Zhi Yihe staggered out, and the woman followed him silently, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Ah He! What happened? Where are they...my Lao Li?"

When Zhi Yihe saw Sister Xiangxiang, he wanted to say something several times but stopped himself, not knowing how to start.

“Ah! Ahhhhhh! Lao Li! Lao Li! What’s wrong with you? Wake up, Lao Li! How can you leave us like this? Lao Li~”

Zhi Yihe stood still, his eyes empty, as if he could see a bottomless abyss through the mud.

Her chest ached, and the three words "I'm sorry" were stuck deep in her throat, restraining her voice.

"Young Master, Master Qi is unable to move, so please come to Qiu Feng Ting 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 never thought that the person who came out to greet him would be Princess Ruilin.

As the months passed and many events unfolded, her feelings towards the princess before her became complicated and unclear.

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

Qiufeng Courtyard is spacious and open. 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 scattered 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. Zhi Siqi is sitting in the pavilion.

Zhi Yihe was in a bad mood, his eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and sarcasm, his tone was cold, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was laughing, and as if he was mocking: "Father is now in prison and in trouble, while you are here leisurely, enjoying this leisure." After that, he turned around and sat down leisurely, with his back to Zhi Siqi, picked up the teacup and gently blew away the floating tea leaves, then took a sip slowly, and the fragrance of tea filled his mouth.

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

"Qi'er!" Princess Ruilin was worried and tried to calm Zhi Siqi down.

"If you feel unwell, just rest inside. Why come here to relax?"

Zhi Yihe spoke sharply but was soft-hearted. Although he did not look back, he reached out his hand to feel Zhi Siqi's pulse.

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

Zhi Yihe then turned around and looked at Zhi Siqi carefully. He was thin, pale, with visible blood vessels. There were deep blue-gray shadows around his eyes, showing his fatigue and haggardness. His breathing was weak, and every breath he took seemed particularly laborious.

Zhi Siqi raised his hand, his fingers were slender, 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 have no regrets if I can see you before I die."

"I know you are weak, how could it be like this?"

Zhi Yihe's heart beat faster. This was her younger brother. She couldn't afford to lose another loved one!

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 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!"

A man bent down skillfully, lifted Zhi Siqi's legs and back steadily, and carried him out of the pavilion.

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

Princess Ruilin nodded sadly: "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 to give up..."

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

So she hurried to the study, told him about Siqi's condition, and begged him to help.

She knew that this move was extremely risky, but she still chose to trust the wind, and he would help her. She knew that this move was like gamble everything in a storm, but the inner conviction was like a beacon, guiding her forward fearlessly. She firmly believed that if she walked with the wind, she would reach the other side even if it was full of thorns. In this contest of fate, trust became the only bet, it was like an invisible chip, carrying the expectations and sustenance of both parties. And she, facing this unpredictable challenge, chose to invest without reservation, even if the road ahead was unknown, she was willing to accept the loss and greet every possible result with an honest heart.

In this long journey of life, trust is a precious treasure that can keep two hearts close together and resist the impact of fate together. She knows that in this contest, trust is her only bet and her most firm belief. She is willing to use this trust as the cornerstone to build a bridge to the future.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she is not afraid, because the power of trust is enough to make her move forward courageously. She understands that life is a constant challenge to oneself, and trust is the most reliable support in this contest. She is willing to accept defeat, because she believes that only with sincere trust can she forge ahead in the storm of fate.