Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Yan Tonglin was stunned on the spot and forgot to put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand. "Pa", a large drop of ink fell on the paper full of words, and several words were instantly blurred into a mess.

"Ouch!"

When Yan Tonglin saw the transcript he had written with great difficulty, he hurried to save it out of heartache, but such a large drop of ink seeped through the paper in an instant.

Looking at the notes that had been written for an hour, Yan Tonglin felt distressed, and then he realized what Yan Ci had just said.

"Aci, what did you say?"

Yan Ci pushed the inkstone in front of Yan Tonglin, "Blood, I said I need you to bleed a little, just a little."

Yan Tonglin seemed to have heard something incredible, "What are you going to do?"

Thinking about how shocked he was when Jiang Qingqing told him that Yan Ci was his biological daughter, and then looking at Yan Ci's behavior today, could it be that Yan Ci wanted to do a blood test to test her paternity?

"Nothing, there's just something I need to verify."

Yan Ci's answer further confirmed Yan Tonglin's idea.

Yan Tonglin smiled and pushed the inkstone back to its original position. "No need to verify, you are my biological daughter."

Yan Ci felt that this was irrelevant and although he was confused, he still replied, "I know!"

Yan Tonglin was stunned, "You know?"

"Yes, my mother told me, don't you know?"

"I know, of course I know." Yan Tonglin responded repeatedly, although he had only just found out about it.

Her cheeks felt hot after being asked back by Yan Ci. She lowered her head and coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject.

"Then what do you want blood for?"

"I heard that blood relatives are people for whom you can shed blood, so I wanted to verify it. Look, you are not willing to give it, so what kind of blood relative is this? Forget it, I will go to my mother to ask for it."

As he said this, he pretended to leave.

Yan Tonglin said: "Wait, I'll give it to you. You don't have to go find your mother. I can still afford a little bit of blood."

Yan Ci immediately turned around with a smile on his face, ran swiftly to Yan Tonglin, held up the inkstone in both hands and waited for Yan Tonglin to bleed him.

After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement from Yan Tonglin, he realized that Yan Tonglin had no suitable tools in his hand. He turned his eyes and saw the fruit knife on the round table in the room. He ran over to take it and placed it in Yan Tonglin's hand.

"Just cut a little bit of the oily skin, not too much," he said with concern.

Yan Tonglin thought to himself: Let alone breaking his skin, he felt nervous just thinking about someone using a knife to attack him.

He is a scholar. Even though he may be a bit stubborn sometimes, he would be a little scared if he were asked to do something to himself.

But his daughter was staring at him, and he couldn't lose face as a father, so he held the knife and tried several times but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Yan Ci also noticed that Yan Tonglin was afraid, but she had finally persuaded Yan Tonglin to bleed, so how could she be stumped by the word fear?

While Yan Tonglin wasn't paying attention, Yan Ci quickly took the knife from him, and said with a smile, "I'll help you," while he swung the knife.

Yan Tonglin only felt a slight pain on his fingertips, and then he felt as if a thin silk thread was lightly passing through his fingertips.

Yan Ci watched the bright red blood fall into the inkstone and instantly lost his ability to see the color, then his brows furrowed.

He was about to cut it again, but Yan Tonglin, who had already reacted, quickly pressed the wound and said, "What, it's not enough?"

Yan Ci smiled awkwardly and said, "That's enough."

Seeing Yan Tonglin's painful expression, Yan Ci could only give up, "Dad, please press on the wound yourself, I'll leave first."

After saying this, he picked up the inkstone and ran out of the study.

Yan Tonglin was the only one left in the study. He looked at his finger which was still bleeding slightly and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It hurts."

If I had known Yan Ci would be so harsh, I would have done it myself.

Yan Ci had already run out of the Yan Mansion with the inkstone and got on the carriage to the Yongding Marquis Mansion.

The little bit of blood in the inkstone looked like a dark pool, but Yan Ci held it as if it were a treasure. She went in such a hurry that she didn't even prepare something to hold the blood. Fortunately, she still had an inkstone to use, but she didn't know if the ink-like blood would affect the effect.

Yan Ci wanted this blood actually for Ding Si.

From her several communications with Ding Si, she found that Ding Si treated her differently from others, and Ding Si's difference towards her started from the moment he knew that she was Yan Tonglin's daughter, so the root of the problem still lies with Yan Tonglin.

She had asked Yan Tonglin before if he had any enemies, but Yan Tonglin did not tell her.

If the possibility of being an enemy is ruled out, then judging from Ding Si's reaction to the Yan family, he is very likely a member of the Yan family. However, she is not the real Yan Ci and does not know who else is in the Yan family, so she can only use blood testing.

She originally wanted to try to use Yan Tonglin's blood to remove the poison from Ding Si's body. The mother-child poison can only be removed by the blood of a close relative. If it works, it will prove that Ding Si and Yan Tonglin are close relatives.

But what Yan Tonglin said just now gave her an inspiration. She could let Ding Si and Yan Tonglin do a blood test. As long as the two of them were related, their blood would be able to mix. This would be simpler than the limitation that only the blood of close relatives could be used to remove the poison.

When Yan Ci arrived at the Yongding Marquis' Mansion, he saw Ding Si standing at the door in clean clothes, and next to him was Xie Chengyin, who looked unhappy.

"Why are you all here?"

Ding Si didn't say anything and followed Yan Ci inside.

Xie Chengyin walked away and said, "It's him. I told people to give him a bath and apply medicine, but he didn't let me move and just beat me up. He really doesn't know how to appreciate kindness."

"They are the ones who want to kidnap me!" Ding Si said coldly.

Yan Ci turned to look at Xie Chengyin, who explained with a little embarrassment: "Isn't it because you're afraid that he'll hurt someone?"

Yan Ci knew Xie Chengyin's wariness, and it was already very difficult for him to heal Ding Si's injuries.

Looking at the inkstone in his hand, Yan Ci handed it to Xie Chengyin, "Please keep this for me first."

Then he turned to look at Ding Si, "You don't want them to touch you, but your injury cannot be left untreated. How about I apply medicine to you?"

From the time Ding Si broke free from the chains and escaped to the time he was stabbed by Xie Chengyin, the wounds on his wrists and arms were not treated. Although he took a shower and changed his clothes, the wounds on his arms were no longer visible, but the chain wounds on his wrists were still horrific, and the blood mixed with blood scabs soaked the clothes at his wrists into blood.

Ding Si nodded slowly in response to Yan Ci's kindness.

Yan Ci had seen many injuries, big and small, but he was still shocked to see Ding Si's thumbs were almost broken at the base in order to escape from the dark room.

The friction wound on the wrist is easy to treat. Just apply some medicine and let the wound heal for a few days. However, the bone at the base of the thumb is a little crooked and needs to be straightened.

"Just bear with it. I need to twist this bone."

Ding Si asked, looking at his deformed thumb. Without waiting for Yan Ci to make a move, he held his right hand with his left hand. With a crisp "click", the bone was straightened by him, and then he adjusted his left hand.

From beginning to end, he didn't make a single sound, showing the killer's endurance to the fullest.

After Yan Ci helped Ding Si deal with the sword wound on his arm, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked out the door holding the gauze stained with Ding Si's blood.

Xie Chengyin had been waiting at the door, watching coldly as Yan Ci applied medicine and bandaged Ding Si.

This Ding Si was unnaturally obedient in front of Yan Ci, but when in front of him, he became a cold-blooded killer with double the strength.

Xie Chengyin curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

If you don’t know, you might think they have some unknown relationship.