The useless second daughter of the Hua family

Miao Yizhui arrived and stopped the roundup.

"Don't worry about him for now, saving people is the most important thing."

She took the bottle, confirmed it was correct, and led the way to Mrs. Miao's room.

The bottle contains floral dew collected by Pi Fu. No special medicine is needed, just take it directly.

Hua Miaomiao felt a little uneasy.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Miao Yizhui was a little hesitant after hearing this, but then she thought, the medicine was made by the miracle doctor himself and given to her at the critical moment, so it is a wise military strategy to trust people.

"I believe her," she said firmly.

Xiaoyu took a cup and drank it while no one was paying attention.

"Xiao Yu!" Zhao Xiaowu stepped forward to stop her but was a step too late.

"I'll try first. Anyway, there's no cure for the poison in my body."

"Xiaoyu, you..." Hua Miaomiao sighed disapprovingly. She knew that Wu Sang's incident had dealt a heavy blow to Xiaoyu, and she must be feeling bad now.

The military doctor at the side took Xiaoyu's pulse and found that the signs of the poison attack that she had shown in the past few days had disappeared. He could not help but marvel at the magic of the medicine, so he gave it to Mrs. Miao without hesitation.

Hua Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hugged Xiaoyu tightly, and the master and servant were immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster.

"mother!"

Suddenly, Hua Miaomiao heard Miao Yizhuo scream, and then everyone in the room became panicked.

Everything happened too fast. After taking the medicine, Mrs. Miao began to convulse and vomit blood. The military doctor tried to induce vomiting, give her acupuncture, and bleed her... However, she was ultimately unsuccessful in saving her.

Miao Yizhui fell on her mother's body and cried bitterly.

Hua Miaomiao's face turned pale, and she tightly squeezed Xiaoyu's hand. She didn't understand why this happened. She believed in Pi Fu, and believed that the medicine was really effective. Xiaoyu was obviously fine, Xiaoyu...

Wait, Wu Sang! He switched the medicine. What they drank was not the medicine that Miao Yizhu brought back, but the poison that Wu Sang took to suppress the Gu King. Xiaoyu drank it to relieve the pain, but Madam Miao herself was not poisoned by the Gu, so the medicine was a death sentence for her.

"Miss." Xiaoyu looked at her young lady worriedly. Hua Miaomiao's face looked really ugly.

Hua Miaomiao broke free from her support and walked towards the crying sound step by step. Xiaoyu wanted to go forward but was stopped by Zhao Xiaowu.

She stumbled to the bed and knelt in front of Miao Yizhuo.

"I'm sorry, I didn't keep it well. I should have kept it in my hand the whole time. It's all my fault..."

Her voice suddenly stopped, and her body fell forward into Miao Yizhuo's arms.

"cousin!"

Hua Miaomiao had suffered a head injury before and had barely managed to hold on until now. Now she had suffered another blow and could no longer hold on and fell into a complete coma.

The entire General's Mansion was shrouded in sorrow. Miao Yizhu felt a dark shadow hanging over his head. His mother had suddenly passed away, and his cousin was in a coma. His grandfather and father had not returned from the war, and his cousin's husband and his family were still in danger of death.

As the only person who can currently take charge of the overall situation in the mansion, Miao Yizhui has to force himself to be strong and quickly grow into someone who can stand on his own.

After seeing off another wave of guests who came to mourn, she came to Hua Miaomiao's room. It had been seven days, and Hua Miaomiao was still the same, with no intention of waking up. The doctor said that this was due to unresolved emotional problems and depression.

She leaned over the bed and gently shook Hua Miaomiao's arm, "Cousin, can you wake up and help me? I'm really tired alone, I can't hold on any longer."

At first she was just sobbing quietly, but then she gradually couldn't control herself and burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all her pain and grievances at once.

Xiaoyu stood outside the door, silently wiping away tears. She had been living in regret these days. If she hadn't been so self-righteous, she wouldn't have provoked Wu Sang. She even began to think that the death of a baby was nothing, it was their own family's business. Why should she, an outsider, meddle in other people's business? Now she has harmed the young lady, Madam Miao, her son-in-law, and everyone else.

She looked up at the clear night sky, her eyes filled with despair.

"I am the one who deserves to die the most."

Zhao Xiaowu had just finished discussing with the housekeeper the arrangements for his wife's seventh day after her death. Just as he was about to go see Hua Miaomiao, he saw Xiaoyu standing in the corridor with a strange smile on her face.

He walked over quickly and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Xiaoyu replied with a smile.

Zhao Xiaowu knew that she was pretending to be strong, and just when he was about to say a few words to comfort her, he was called away by the servant sent by the housekeeper.

He patted Xiaoyu's shoulder and said, "Don't think too much and take good care of yourself."

"Okay. You too. I'll leave the lady to you. Thank you for your hard work."

As she spoke, she bowed deeply to him.

Zhao Xiaowu noticed that she was a little strange, but he didn't have time to think too much about it, so he followed the urging servant and left.

Xiaoyu knelt straight in front of the mourning hall, her heart extremely calm.

"Mrs. Miao, this is all Xiaoyu's fault. If you know about this in the afterlife, please don't blame my daughter. She lost her mother when she was young, and Xiaoyu knows that she truly treats you as a relative. Please walk slowly on the road to the underworld. Xiaoyu is here to atone for your sins."

After saying that, she raised the knife and stabbed herself in the abdomen.

"What are you doing?" A voice stopped him. It was Wu Sang. He tightly grasped Xiaoyu's knife-holding hand, his eyes full of confusion.

"What happened?" He didn't understand. He ran as fast as he could and was only away for seven days. What on earth happened here?

"Who is this mourning hall built for?" He remembered Hua Miaomiao's bleeding forehead that night and had a bad guess in his mind.

"What happened to Hua Miaomiao?"

When Xiaoyu heard his guess, she burst into laughter. "How dare you curse my lady? You deserve to die!"

Wu Sang stopped her from swinging the knife at him, and looked up at the tablet, only then did he realize that it was Madam Miao who had passed away. But he didn't understand why Xiaoyu would hurt herself, even if she hated him.

"I know you hate me. I can explain."

"Both you and I should go to hell. You go to hell and explain yourself!"

"Zi Yi is pregnant, I can't let her die."

"What?" Xiaoyu froze for a moment, her mind went blank, and she just stared at him blankly.

"I owe her too much. Sister Xiaoyu, I am sincere to you. I just want to pay her back and then come back to live a good life with you. I know I am guilty of this matter, but I swear, I will find a new one for you..."

"What nonsense!" an angry shout interrupted him.

Their argument just now had attracted quite a few people. Miao Yizhu looked at them with a sad face. Zhao Xiaowu rushed into the mourning hall and rushed towards Wu Sang with a clenched fist.

"If you just wanted the medicine, you should have just said it straight from the beginning. Why did you hide it? From the moment you got injured, it was clearly a self-torture tactic. You were calculating from the beginning to the end, so what do you mean by sincerity?"

He threw his fists loudly and hit the ground. Wu Sang was cautious at first and only defended but did not attack, but later he could no longer resist and began to go all out.

Xiaoyu watched coldly from the side. When Zhao Xiaowu and Wu Sang were in a stalemate, she stabbed Wu Sang's lower back with a knife.

Wu Sang turned around and looked at her in disbelief, still unwilling to give up and said, "Believe me, I am sincere."

Xiaoyu pulled out the knife expressionlessly and stabbed it again.

"So what if you are sincere? You are so self-righteous that you have harmed Madam Miao, Miss, and me. Is your sincerity really that valuable?"

Wu Sang spat out blood, his eyes full of resentment, "I don't understand, what did I do?"

"Hmph!" Xiaoyu pushed him to the ground and helped Zhao Xiaowu walk back to the crowd.

Wu Sang fell weakly in a pool of blood, still mumbling: "Tell me why, at least let me die with a clear mind."

Zhao Xiaowu couldn't bear it. He didn't even turn his head and just said softly, "Perhaps you don't know that this medicine is not only for Xiaoyu."

Wu Sang looked at the spirit tablet in the hall and understood what happened. It was a deadly poison. If an ordinary person took it, they would die instantly. So that's why he was said to be in hell.

He lay on the cold floor in despair, with no luster in his eyes.