The reason why the other party did not move for a day and a night was not because he was afraid that he would not give in when the time came, so he first hung his temperament to dry, so as to overwhelm him psychologically.

It seems that at this time, whoever can endure the temperament will have the last laugh.

In fact, there is no need for the other party to do this, no matter what the considerations, it is impossible for him to ignore Xia Xingheng's life and death.

However, it is not without his benefit that the other party is cautious.

At the very least, when the other party boiled him, he must feel uncomfortable. Moreover, the other party definitely didn't expect that when he was hanging, it was actually equivalent to giving him time to prepare in disguise.

Mrs. Xia saw that he was sure of him, and the worry about Xia Xingheng here had just faded, but she felt sorry for him again.

The palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, and no matter where the knife cuts, the pain is in her heart.

Mrs. Xia opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but Xia Xingshen seemed to be able to do it in her heart, and said directly, "If my mother is free, why don't you help me sew a robe." ”

Guilt worries or something, she didn't need at all. So, the best way to stop her from thinking is to find something to do that she can't be distracted for a while.

How could Mrs. Xia not understand his good intentions, and in the end, she could only look complicated and nodded lightly, "Okay, I'll find fabric to sew a robe for you later." ”

An hour later, a little beggar cowered and delivered a letter to the door of the Right Minister's Mansion.

However, this letter written by someone was not addressed to Xia Xingshen, but to Mrs. Xia.

"A letter to me?" In order to prevent herself from falling into anxiety and anxiety again, Mrs. Xia really found materials to concentrate on making clothes for Xia Xingshen, but suddenly the housekeeper came to the flower hall with a letter to find her.

"Yes, ma'am." The butler respectfully held the unsigned letter to her, "This is the letter." ”

Mrs. Xia asked Dongmei to take away the robe that had just been sewn in her hand, and then took the letter.

Before opening it, she housekept the housekeeper first, "Did you tell Xingshen?" ”

She asked calmly, but carefully, you must have found helplessness and hesitation hidden in her eyes.

"Your Excellency is rushing to the house."

The implication is that Xia Xingshen already knows the existence of this letter.

In fact, Mrs. Xia also had a guess in her heart, and it was estimated that there was news of Xia Xingheng in this letter, but she was holding this letter. Now there is no urgent mood to open it, because after opening this letter, it will most likely mean that she will lose one of her two sons.

This choice, she believes, is cruel and difficult for any mother.

The housekeeper hesitated, but did not make a sound to urge.

And Xia Xingshen, who received the news, quickly rushed back to the house.

When he came to the flower hall, the first thing he saw was Mrs. Xia holding a letter and hesitating.

"Mother," he whispered, as he approached quickly, "let me open this letter." ”

Mrs. Xia didn't have time to refuse in a trance, and the ordinary letter had already arrived in his hand. Mrs. Xia's slightly lowered gaze glanced at his white and slender fingers, and even her gaze seemed to tremble faintly.

"Do you want to know Xia Xingheng's whereabouts? Do you want him to come back alive and sound? If you want to, it's best to do what you say below. ”

Xia Xing raised his hand, unfolded the letterhead, and read it softly.

"At two o'clock tomorrow, please come to the restaurant to taste the incense and read a letter from Master Xia in public."

"As for the content of the letter, Mrs. Xia arrived on time for a pint of incense, and she will know when the time comes."

"Presumably for Xia Xingheng's safety, Mrs. Xia will definitely go to the appointment on time, right?"

"By the way, for the safety of Xia Xingheng's little son, Mrs. Xia should not do other superfluous things."

Xia Xingshen read down sentence by sentence, and Mrs. Xia's face turned white layer by layer, and finally, after he finished reading, her face was already so pale that there was no blood at all.

What a secret letter from a dead husband is, of course, something unwarranted.

However, someone needs her identity and such a convincing thing to put Xia Xing to death.

While Mrs. Xia's face turned pale, her heart was already twisted and spasmed with pain.

"Mother don't worry," Xia Xingshen sighed almost inaudibly, stepped forward and shook her trembling hands, "We'll all be fine." ”

The other party used Xingheng to force him to comply, and forced Mrs. Xia to announce his identity in public, isn't it .......

The game has just begun, and whoever gets the last laugh will be the winner.

Mrs. Xia was dazed, painful and guilty, "But Xingshen, this matter is ......." ”

"Mother, haven't we already agreed? Leave this matter to me, you don't have to think about anything now. Xia Xingshen smiled slightly, his lazy and casual gentle smile disappeared from his usual elegant and elegant appearance, but his clear face had a calming power, "Help me sew a robe when you have time, and then do what you should do." ”

Mrs. Xia smiled bitterly, she also wanted to be so heartless. However, even if she pretended to be about her two sons, she couldn't pretend to be casual.

Xia Xingshen didn't say anything more, just patted her shoulder gently, and gently comforted her, "Mother, don't think about anything, everything has me." ”

"I'll take this letter for the time being."

After Xia Xingshen left, Mrs. Xia was restless, she barely forced herself to sew her robe, and she was so distracted without two stitches that she either stabbed her fingers or used excessive force to break the threads frequently.

"Madam," Dongmei had already injured ten fingers with needle eyes, and she couldn't go any more with red eyes, "You might as well sew this robe another day, why don't you go to the garden with the slave?" ”

Dongmei deliberately teased her with surprise, "Slave, the flower seeds you planted some time ago have sprouted small buds today." ”

Mrs. Xia didn't know what else to do except smile bitterly, but she put down the needle and thread as Dongmei persuaded her.

A day later, Mrs. Xia appeared at Yipinxiang as promised.

This is the most prosperous and lively restaurant in Beijing, and it looks like a market from morning to night.

Although when Mrs. Xia arrived, there was still some time before the meal, but at this hour, the three-story building of Yipinxiang was almost full.

She sat down in the place designated by the other party, and after about another cup of tea, after the shop guy brought her tea, there was an extra letter on the table at some point.

Blank letters, Mrs. Xia's almost first reaction was to get up and escape.

However, thinking of her own child, who was only eleven years old, her stiff and moving steps slowly moved back heavily, and then sat down again.

However, even if she sat down again, she was like sitting on pins and needles at this moment, and she was so trembling that she didn't even have the courage to believe.

After a long time, she barely managed to stabilize her panicked mind, and slowly stretched out her still trembling hand to reach the letter.

Tear open the seal and take out the letterhead, which is usually a very easy action, but at this moment, it is even more difficult for Mrs. Xia to do it than to force her to carry a thousand pounds of heavy burden.

But, no matter how difficult it is, she has already appeared here as promised. In fact, it is equivalent to making a choice indirectly, although this choice makes her feel painful and guilty, but after taking the first step, how can she retract her head again.

He closed his eyes, forced back the hot and instantly cold liquid under his eyes, and finally slowly pulled out the letterhead in the envelope.

gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and quickly read the content on it.

As expected, the content of this letter is a suicide note left in the identity of her husband, or a "proof", a death certificate that may push Xia Xingshen into a place of no return.

“…… Wu'er Xingshen accidentally fell off the horse, and died at that time, and the following several people are witnesses ......, Wu'er Xingshen is actually the son of an old friend. In the face of danger, I couldn't bear to see my childish child being poisoned, so I should promise my old friend to let his son replace Wu'er Xingshen to survive ....... ”

This emotional suicide note, of course, is not the real handwriting of Mrs. Xia's deceased husband. However, the tone, mood, and even the handwriting were almost fake.

Mrs. Xia read it again, and the tears that she had just forced back couldn't help but gush out.

However, she silently read it over and over again, but she still didn't have the courage to do anything like to raise her arms and make this "suicide note" public.

For Xia Xingheng, this may be a life-saving letter; But for Xia Xingshen, even if she is a woman in a deep house who doesn't understand political affairs, she can intuitively know how serious this letter hit Xia Xingshen.

Perhaps the most serious consequence is a direct threat to his life.

How could she be so ruthless!

However, the other party's tolerance for Mrs. Xia is also limited.

After another quarter of an hour, Mrs. Xia still sat still, hesitating, paining, guilty, anxious, all kinds of emotions were contradictory and complex intertwined on her face.

However, the other party did not allow her to continue to struggle.

After another round of courtesy from the guy to bring her tea and water, there was an extra piece of paper on the table in front of her.

"Do as you say immediately, otherwise, wait for Heng's corpse!"

The fierce and resolute tone, the cold and ruthless handwriting was like a sharp knife, stabbing Mrs. Xia's heart at once.

When she said these words, she couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Xingheng, Xingshen...... What am I going to do? Are you really going to force me to give up one of you? ”

The other party didn't care about the pain and suffering in her heart, and at the moment when she hesitated, there was an inexplicable piece of paper in front of her.

Mrs. Xia caught a glimpse of the suddenly extra paper, and the tip of her heart shrank fiercely.

Now, for her, these papers are no longer ordinary and simple papers, but a series of life talismans.

"I believe that Mrs. Xia won't want to regret it at this time, right?" The tone was very flat, but Mrs. Xia gasped in shock.