The Rebirth of an Orphan

Gouging out eyes and stabbing throats?

Zhao Xihua's eyes widened, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her master was tortured so cruelly before his death? A noble? A noble from Kyoto? Great, great!

Uncle Lin, who was guarding outside, heard Jingning's desperate cries and pleas for mercy, and hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in. When he saw Zhao Xihua wearing her master's clothes, he was not only stunned, but also a little creepy.

Jingning, who was lying opposite her, kept kowtowing. His face, which was covered with knife wounds, was not only hideous, but also showed fear, panic and despair.

This scene was really weird. They tried everything in Yuncheng to get Jingning to speak, but they didn't expect that the young lady's outfit would stimulate her to speak.

But the scene before him was so terrifying that Uncle Lin just opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Please ask Miss Tang Xin to come to Kyoto, the sooner the better."

"Yes, yes, but if Miss Tang comes to Kyoto, then the clinic in Yuncheng..." Although Uncle Lin didn't know why the young lady wanted Miss Tang to come to Kyoto so quickly, it seemed to be just to treat this crazy woman, but the clinic was doing very well, so Uncle Lin couldn't help but say it out.

Zhao Xihua said, "Let's assign a trustworthy housekeeper to run the clinic in Yuncheng. Now is an emergency period. You all should stay in Kyoto and follow my instructions at any time."

Zhao Xihua had said so much, Uncle Lin didn't dare to refute and quickly responded.

Then Uncle Lin locked Jingning's room again and followed Zhao Xihua out of this inconspicuous house.

Zhao Xihua sat in the car and leaned back. Only then did she feel her body shaking. Her hands were clenched tightly with great anger and hatred.

She closed her eyes tightly, never expecting that her master would suffer such inhuman torture before her death.

A noble person from Kyoto? At that time, the only noble person from Kyoto who had contact with Master was Miss Nangong.

Haha, noble man? She must make those people pay with blood.

The car quickly drove out of the alley. As it was getting dark, Uncle Lin was still a little nervous because they were still in the south of the city, so he sped up. However, he didn't expect that just as he was about to turn into Wenhua Street, he was blocked by a group of people.

Uncle Lin braked quickly and stopped suddenly, waking up Zhao Xihua who was thinking about something with her eyes closed.

"What happened?"

Uncle Lin hurriedly said, "Miss, something seems to have happened up ahead? Judging from the way those people are dressed, they seem to be from the Ling family."

"Ling family?" Zhao Xihua, who was sitting in the car, opened the window and looked towards the intersection. There were several cars parked there, and the dark place was crowded with people. From time to time, there were women's screams and cries, as if something had happened to the woman of the Ling family who was out in the car.

The Ling family is now on the opposite side of Gu Lun. No matter what happens to the Ling family, it would not be appropriate for her to go there.

"Uncle Lin, let's go around from the alley on the east side."

"Yes—" Uncle Lin responded and walked through the alley. However, when he passed the people from the Ling family in front, the crying over there became louder. All the maids and servants surrounded the car in the middle. Maybe something urgent had really happened.

Zhao Xihua didn't just sit there and watch, after all, Ling Zhi had helped her before.

"Uncle Lin, stop for a moment. Go and find out what's going on?" Zhao Xihua said.

Uncle Lin agreed and walked towards the crowd of onlookers. He was actually very curious as well.

Soon, Uncle Lin hurried to Zhao Xi's screen and said, "Miss, something happened to the mistress of the Ling family. She went to the temple to pray for blessings today, but she suddenly fell ill on the way. Now she is dying. Although we have called an ambulance and a doctor, it will take some time because there are so many cars on the road. I am afraid she is in danger."

"I'll go take a look." Zhao Xihua said as he was about to get out of the car.

"Miss," Uncle Lin hurriedly reminded, "Miss, that is the mistress of the Ling family. If she is cured, we will be very happy. If she is not cured..." Uncle Lin did not dare to continue.

Zhao Xihua knew very well what Uncle Lin was worried about, but now the situation was urgent and she would feel guilty if she didn't take action.

Zhao Xihua admitted that she was not a good person, but she couldn't bear to watch Ling Zhi's biological mother, who had saved her, die of an acute illness on the street.

"I'll be back soon. I know my limits. You just wait here for me. I won't force myself if the timing is not right."

Zhao Xihua quickly squeezed next to the maids and servants. Everyone around her was panicked and no one thought of stopping her.

When she opened the car door, she saw Ling Ziye's panicked face. She was really panicked at this moment, and her usual arrogant and proud attitude was gone.

"Is the doctor here?" Ling Ziye's voice was filled with tears. She followed her mother to a temple in the suburbs to fulfill a vow today. Unexpectedly, her mother had a sudden emergency. She wanted to go home quickly, but had to stop halfway. Her mother was already dead.

"The doctor hasn't come yet?" Ling Ziye was almost crying, and her voice became sharp.

"Miss, Miss, the doctor is on the way." The accompanying maid was also panicked.

"Let me take a look." Suddenly a clear voice was heard, and the panicked people around suddenly quieted down.

Ling Ziye also looked at Zhao Xihua in surprise. She had no feelings for this woman, and even felt a little contempt for this woman of humble origin and many flaws. But this woman actually stood in front of her and raised her hand to hug her mother who was lying in her arms.

Ling Ziye subconsciously blocked it with her arm, "Miss Ziye—" Zhao Xihua looked at the unconscious mistress of the Ling family in Ling Ziye's arms, her lips had turned blue and her face was as pale as paper.

"Miss Zi Ye, believe me. Your mother's illness is very difficult. It's a heart attack. If you delay any longer, something bad might happen."

Ling Ziye's face became even more anxious, but he looked at Zhao Xihua uneasily, with some hesitation in his expression.

An older servant behind her whispered, "Miss, this is the young mistress of the Gu family compound."

Ling Ziye understood what the old servant said. Her father and brother and Gu Lun from the Gu family were political enemies. It was a bit strange that the wife of her political enemy saved her mother.

Zhao Xihua knew that Ling Ziye didn't trust her, but seeing that the condition of the Ling family's mistress was getting worse and worse, if she didn't save her, there would be no chance.

So she raised her voice and said, "Miss, don't worry. I'm not saving your mother as the young lady of the Gu family, but as an ordinary doctor. Your brother helped me before, and I'm here to repay him. If I really wanted to harm your mother, how could I choose this time? What good would it do me? Miss, if I don't save her, you'll have to prepare for her funeral."