Chapter 271 Pei Zixing's Soul Died Before Zhongyuan
"Come and see me if you want to in the future. What's the point of looking sad? I don't socialize with people in Xijing City. I used to look down on them, but now I don't think it's necessary. If someone still respects my status and is willing to invite me to a banquet for drinks and tea, don't forget to call me, okay?"

"Aren't you afraid of others gossiping?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm already old, and I haven't heard much gossip. Besides, they must be envious of me in private. When they go back home, they have to fight with their concubines and maids. How can they be as free as I am?"

Her words completely amused the Marquis's wife.

The crying and laughing almost made Mrs. Hou forget the serious matter she wanted to talk about. In the end, it was only after Jiang Shiyuan asked a question that Mrs. Hou finally spoke.

"It's like this. Isn't the Zhongyuan Festival coming up in a few days? Anian's mother died a long time ago. Now that you've all returned, mother-in-law wants the three families to go to the Fahua Temple together to pray for her and her father-in-law. We can go early on the 15th day and come back quickly. It won't affect anything. So I came here to ask if you all have time."

Since it comes to her mother, Jiang Shiyuan would of course go, but the two children are still young, and it is such a special day, it is not a good thing to take them to the temple. Mrs. Wu saw her worry and immediately said comfortingly.

"You and Zi Su can go without worry. I will be at home looking after the two children and wait for you to return the jade intact to Zhao."

Her words really put Jiang Shiyuan at ease. The two children liked their grandmother very much, and of course their cousin grandfather as well.

Thinking of this cousin from the Su family, Jiang Shiyuan somehow had a meaningful smile on his face, which made Wu feel a little shy.

She is obviously an elderly woman, but after the divorce she seems to be getting younger day by day. Now the Marquis's wife thinks there is no difference between her and those well-maintained women in their early thirties.
There was even a hint of shyness in her eyes, like that of a little girl. What was going on?
However, given her status and position, many things were difficult to ask, so she decided to ask her niece privately another day.

So after resolving the knot in his heart, he sat for a while and then got up and left.

She now has a more important thing to do, which is to send people to inquire about the whereabouts of her brother. Feng Feng cannot drag the Pei family into madness. Those are the lives of thousands of clansmen, and it is impossible to bury them all here!
Therefore, his expression became much more serious when he stepped out of the Ning'an Garden gate. He even thought that the damn little hoof should just die quickly, why should it drag down and implicate the Pei family like this.

The weather in Hanzhou in July is even hotter than that in Xijing City, but there is also a faint sense of bleakness as if summer is about to end.

The old house of the Pei family is located on the busiest street in Hanzhou.

At this moment, there was even a hint of death.

Marshal Pei has been gone for more than half a year without any news. Although Pei Zitian is there to take care of things at home, Aunt An is exhausted from taking care of Pei Zixing at home.

Seeing her daughter getting crazier day by day, but they had no medicine to cure her and could only use the prescription given by Wooden Spoon to regulate her body, Aunt An cried so much that her eyes could hardly see clearly.

She couldn't really describe what her mentality was towards her daughter. She always felt as if she owed her something in her previous life. So no matter what she said or did, she could only be cruel for a while and always felt extra distressed for her.

Pei Zixing had not left the house for the past six months. She stayed at home all day, smashing plates and bowls. If it weren't for the deep foundation of the Pei family, if an ordinary family had a daughter like this, I'm afraid she would have been killed long ago and buried in the mountain.

By June, she no longer had the energy to beat or scold him.

She spent most of the day sleeping in bed. She used to be able to make some sounds of pain, but now she couldn't even make a sound. The dark circles under her eyes, the flesh on her cheeks were gone, and her face was as yellow as wax paper, dry and dull, all indicating that she would not live long.

But there is still no news from Marshal Pei!

They didn't know the situation in Xijing City, so they had no way of writing to ask. As a result, Aunt An was really worried about things outside and worried about things at home. Over the past six months, she looked worse than before. Not only was she very thin, but the charm in her eyes and eyebrows had also faded a lot. She was like a woman who had been damaged by wind and frost. She was completely different from the gentle Aunt An of the past.

This night.

The wind was blowing. Not long after she fell asleep in the room next to her daughter, she heard a scream from next door. She was so scared that she immediately got up.

Soon the yard was brightly lit. This situation had happened several times. Each time, Pei Zixing was about to die, but was saved by the doctor who was guarding the yard with silver needles. This time was no exception.

But Pei Zixing showed no reaction at all after being pricked with the needle again and again.

There wasn't even a piece of healthy flesh on her body. She was covered in bruises and looked so skinny that it was scary.

When Aunt An thought about how much suffering her daughter had endured, her vision became increasingly blurry. She seemed to no longer be able to see where her daughter was. She could only vaguely see a shadow in front of her.

"Ah-Xiong, my Ah-Xiong, how much suffering does God have to make you endure before he is willing to let you go? Can't all these sufferings be imposed on me? Why must God make it so difficult for a child like you!"

When Pei Zitian hurried over, he saw his mother crying and his sister dying. After going through more than half a year of hardships, he was no longer able to do anything. He could only go forward to support her and comfort her with an exhausted heart.

"Aunt, I have done my best until now, but there is still no news from father. Let's let my sister go. What's the point of you giving her acupuncture to prolong her life? She can't live! She can't wake up! She can't speak! She can't eat! Is she living for life? Or is she living for your breath?"

Pei Zitian's words made Aunt An fall into silence. She never expected that her son would speak to her like this. Was it wrong for her to want to save her daughter's life?
For a moment, the qi and blood attacked my heart and I felt dizzy.

Pei Zixing on the bed seemed to have sensed something as well. His eyes, which had not been opened for nearly half a month, opened slightly at this moment and looked at the many people in the room, some familiar and some unfamiliar. In the end, he refused to say a word. He just smiled sarcastically, tilted his head and swallowed.

Pei Zitian was in great pain. His sister, who had been tormenting him for so many years, finally couldn't hold on before the Ghost Festival...