Yin Su asked if she knew the way to the study, but the little girl insisted on escorting her in person. Along the way, the wind lantern was illuminated, and the man's footsteps walked very fast.

"What room are you in, why haven't you seen it before?"

"The little one was only transferred to the front yard in the past few months, and he used to work as a handyman in the backyard, so it's natural that the eldest lady hasn't seen it."

The little guy answered in front, but Yin Suwen stepped forward and locked his throat directly from behind.

"You'd better tell the truth, or I'm going to accidentally hit hard, and your life will be gone."

Yin Suwen made a quick move, directly clamping the other party's lifeline in his palm. Originally, this little guy looked ordinary and spoke respectfully, and he couldn't see any suspicions, but since he beat him to insist on escorting himself, it aroused Yin Suwen's suspicions. In the middle of the night after such a cold rain, most of the servants rested separately, and it was strange for a young lady who had not returned for a long time and was not welcomed. Looking closely, this person's footsteps were not slow when he led the way, and every step was solid but there was no sound, obviously a person who practiced martial arts. In the last question, although he replied in a humble manner, he forgot to return and salute at the same time, and was by no means an ordinary servant accustomed to servitude.

The little guy quietly struggled a few times and saw that he couldn't break free, so he had to quickly beg for mercy and tell the truth. He is not a bad person, and he was indeed personally assigned by Yin Yuan to meet Yin Suwen, but he is not an ordinary handyman in the Yin Mansion, but a guard beside Yin Yuan, and his military registration is not in the Yin Mansion's house register.

"If you are a military member, why do you come to the house in the middle of the night to pretend to be a little girl?"

Yin Suwen's hand was released, and his look of vigilance was still there. The guards did not specifically explain. only gave her a military salute and replied in a deep voice.

"It's not safe here, the little one is ordered to protect the safety of the young lady, as for the rest, you can ask Lord Yin directly."

The study was right in front of me, and the door was ajar, as if waiting for her to return.

Yin Suwen, who returned home this time, had a fearless King Kong heart, she thought that she was ready to face Yin Yuan, but there was still a trace of discomfort in her heart when she pushed the door. The days of hard work in those years have long become unforgettable shadows, imprinted in the bones and blood, lingering.

The door opened, but there was no one inside. She hadn't been here in a long time. The huge study room full of the fragrance of books and warmth in my childhood memory. Now it seems to be a little narrower and older, and you can only smell dust when you don't see the smell of books.

There was no one in the hall, and the guard didn't speak, only leading her straight through the slightly empty antechamber. I walked all the way to a screen in the back hall before stopping. The carved screen of the peony wisteria spring picture is pushed to both sides by the split screen. The blue brick walls behind the screen opened at the same time. A secret door is revealed. If it weren't for the guard's actions, even if Yin Suwen was delicate, he wouldn't have been able to see that there was a secret room here.

"What is this?"

"Miss, please, Lord Yin is in the secret room. But ??????"

As he spoke, the guard took out a translucent silk veil from the wooden box beside him and handed it to her, his voice lower.

"However, the adult has been seriously ill for many days after being poisoned, and the smell inside may not be very good."

Poisoning? Sick? Hearing this, Yin Suwen's face was still calm, and he didn't blurt out any questions or half a word of concern, but there was a slight tremor on the finger that took the silk yarn. That high-minded, cruel and ruthless Master Yin will even have a serious illness one day.

After the guard left the silk yarn, she turned around and left, leaving only Yin Suwen alone, her mind was a little confused, and she couldn't think of what kind of attitude she should have to face the seriously ill old man inside. She is unwilling to be a filial son and grandson, and she can't do the appearance of revenge.

In a daze, he groped his way through the secret doorway, paused for a moment to get used to the dim light here. The secret room is not big and simple, it is all necessary for daily life, but the decoration style is a little strange, and the shape and color of each utensil are not like those owned by the Great Departure Country, but more like things from the Western Regions or the desert.

The lights in the room are not bright, not the warm light of ordinary candles or oil lamps, but the cold light of silver-white, which is indescribably strange with such an interior style. It stands to reason that there is no ventilation here, and there are people who have been seriously ill for a long time to take care of, so they should be stuffy and damp, but at this moment, Yin Suwen only felt a burst of coldness.

At the end of the secret room, there was a bed collapsed, and a dark figure could be faintly seen curled up. Yin Suwen took a few steps closer to the bed, and suddenly a foul smell rushed into his nose, even through the silk veil of the mouthcarf, the smell was still so strong that it was disgusting.

She frowned deeply and stopped, the guard was right, the smell was indeed not good, not only the ordinary dregs and the breath of the seriously ill, but also the strong smell of the volatilization of the strong poison and the stench of rotting the body. This is not a long-term sick patient, but a dying man.

Yin Suwen's fingers were cold, and he slowly lifted the long curtain, and Yin Yuantie's withered face appeared in front of him. She didn't know how serious his illness was.

Yin Yuan was still unconscious, his gray hair and beard were dry and curly, clinging to his cheeks with deep gray cheeks, and his lips were so dry that he couldn't see a trace of blood, and only a faint snort was left to prove that he was still alive. His whole body was curled up in a small ball and wrapped in the quilt, and many places where he was wrapped were dried up and blood stains had congealed into scabs, from which the unpleasant smell came from, and the weak body under the bedding might have been rotten to the point of decay. Elder Yin is about to die, and he is no longer the city lord of Shangyuan Mansion who was the dominant one back then.

Yin Suwen gritted his teeth tightly, swallowed hard and wanted to leave, for fear that he would cry if he looked at it again. After so many years, she has learned to be strong, she has hate, but she is still soft-hearted.

"Oh, is that you?"

There was a sound of an old and withered tree breaking like rotten wood from inside the curtain, and Yin Suwen's hand holding the curtain trembled, and after a few hesitations, he opened it again to look at him.

He didn't call "Yin Suwen", let alone scold the "son" angrily, but called "Nan'er", Yin Suwen's tears fell down, Nan'er is her nickname, and no one calls her like this after her mother's death.

Yin Yuan opened his eyes with difficulty, his cloudy and blurry eyes slowly turned a few times, as if looking for Yin Suwen, and finally saw her, and then pulled out an ugly smile.

"You're finally back."

He saved up his strength several times before he finally raised his hand and wanted to grab Yin Suwen's hand, but he couldn't reach it after a few struggles. Yin Suwen stood on the edge of the bed, slowly took off the silk yarn on his face to look at him, but he didn't mean to reach out and shake it back. (To be continued......)