After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

The night was as dark as ink, and the aroma of wine lingered in the air. Bahai, the leader of the Black Wind Village, sat quietly beside the stone table, holding a coarse porcelain wine bowl in his hand, and the dancing flames were reflected in his deep eyes.

He slowly poured the wine into his throat, and the strong liquor seemed to take away some of the depression and anxiety in his heart.

Bahai has an only son named Bawang, who is the most precious treasure in his heart.

However, Bawang's biological mother died early, leaving the young him to depend on his father.

Although Bahai has a bold and unrestrained temperament, he seems at a loss when facing this young life.

In order to make up for the lack of maternal love for his son, he searched everywhere and finally found a stepmother for Bawang.

This stepmother is a virtuous woman praised by everyone in the village. She is kind-hearted, pure as jade, and cares for Bawang meticulously.

She treated Bawang as her own son and took good care of him, as if he was the continuation of her life.

Under the care of his stepmother, Bawang grew up gradually, became smart and lively, and became the happy pill of the village.

However, since last year, Bawang seems like a different person.

He often went to the back mountains to play, but every time he came back he seemed dazed and slow to react, as if he had lost his soul.

Ba Hai felt heartbroken as he watched his son change from a lively and cute little boy to such a dull and lifeless person.

He took his son to seek medical treatment everywhere, and even traveled thousands of miles to the highly reputable clinic in the town, but his son's condition did not improve.

"During this period, I have been restless day and night, and even when I fall asleep, I have nightmares."

Bahai put down the wine bowl and weakly picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

However, this delicacy was like chewing wax and had no taste.

His brows were furrowed, his face full of worry and helplessness.

Qin Suling, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but feel a little sympathy when she saw this.

She sighed softly and said softly, "Hei Village Master, you have been worried about your son's condition, and your depression has hurt your heart. In addition, you ate too much meat tonight, so your stomach can't bear it."

Upon hearing this, Ba Hai silently put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass next to him.

However, Qin Suling advised again: "Although alcohol can temporarily make you forget your worries, it can also harm your liver. You'd better drink less."

Although Ba Hai is a bandit leader, he wins the support of his people with his benevolence and righteousness.

After hearing what Qin Suling said, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and immediately put down his wine glass.

He looked at Qin Suling with gratitude, and his liking for her grew even stronger.

Seeing that everyone had finished their meal, Qin Suling took the opportunity to ask to visit Bawang.

"Can I do my part to help your son? I have a doctor named Sun in my house who is very skilled in medicine. Perhaps he can come and treat your son."

Hearing this, Ba Hai's face glowed with hope again. He knew in his heart that one more doctor meant one more hope.

Maybe Dr. Sun can really bring a turn for the better for his son's condition.

However, just as he was about to nod in agreement, he was interrupted by someone next to him.

"Wang'er is seriously ill now, so it's not appropriate for him to see outsiders, right? What if his condition worsens?"

The person who spoke was the one who had just invited Qin Suling to the banquet.

His face was full of worry, obviously out of concern for Bawang's condition.

However, Ba Hai said firmly, "It's alright, Lao Er. I'm here to take care of it, nothing will go wrong."

He turned to introduce Qin Suling, "This is my second brother, Ba Jiang."

Qin Suling nodded to Bajiang and felt a bit of respect for this alert and sharp-witted second in command.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Ba Hai, she came to the courtyard where Ba Wang was.

The courtyard is neat and tidy, obviously the result of regular cleaning.

The flowers and plants in the yard swayed gracefully under the moonlight, emitting a faint fragrance.

Qin Suling pushed open the door and saw a little boy of seven or eight years old sitting quietly on a chair.

His face was pale and his eyes were dull. He sat there motionless, as if isolated from the world.

Qin Suling frowned, feeling suspicious.

This Bawang's condition does not seem to be just a simple illness.

But it lacks soul.

She knew very well that people have three souls and seven spirits, and each soul and spirit is indispensable.

How could Ba Wang be like this at such a young age?

She decided to examine Ba Wang herself, hoping to find a way to save him.

She stared at Bawang, her eyes that should have been full of life were now large and lifeless, as empty as the abyss, and deeply shrouded in an indescribable haze.

In these eyes, she seemed to see endless emptiness and confusion, a kind of loneliness and indifference in the depths of the soul.

"Miss, my son Wang'er is ill. Does your doctor Sun have any cure?"

There was a hint of urgency and anticipation in Bahai's voice. He stared at Qin Suling closely, as if she was his only hope.

Qin Suling shook his head gently, with a hint of helplessness and sigh on the corner of his mouth: "Boss Ba, your son is not sick, he... is missing his soul."

"Missing soul?" Ba Hai's voice suddenly rose, his face full of disbelief and astonishment, "How is this possible? How could a healthy person be missing a soul?"

Qin Suling looked at Bahai's anxious and confused expression, and felt a pang of pity in her heart.

She understood that for a father, hearing such news would undoubtedly be a bolt from the blue.

Ba Hai scratched his head, frowning, as if he was trying to digest this information.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then asked nervously, "Then... can he still be cured?"

Qin Suling was silent for a moment, her eyes moving between Bahai and Zhang Xiaoya.

Finally, she said calmly: "Boss Hei, can you tell me in detail what happened before your son got into trouble?"

Ba Hai nodded, turned around and called in a woman.

The woman was young, beautiful and petite, which formed a sharp contrast with Bahai's rough image.

She is Zhang Xiaoya, Bawang's stepmother.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoya came in, she looked at Qin Suling with her smart eyes, and a shrewd light seemed to flash in her eyes.

"Brother Hai," Zhang Xiaoya said softly, "Why did you call me here? What's the matter?"

Ba Hai didn't say much, but just asked her to tell him what happened before Ba Wang got into trouble.

Zhang Xiaoya's eyes flashed with an unnatural look, but she quickly adjusted herself and began to tell the story: "Wang'er was playing in the yard after dinner as usual that day. I came out after washing the dishes and saw no one in the yard. I thought he had gone to play with Xiao Douzi. So I went to ask Douzi's mother, but found out that Xiao Douzi was not with Wang'er. I hurried out to look for Wang'er again, and after searching for a long time I finally found him in the back mountain."

At this point, a trace of sadness and fear flashed in Zhang Xiaoya's eyes. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "After we found Wang'er, he became like this. He sat there motionless, his eyes staring straight ahead. No matter how I called him, he didn't respond. I don't know what happened to him, whether he had some strange disease."