Phoenix Feather Dedicated to the Admiral

Everything started to go wrong the night my father became seriously ill.

The servants in the castle began to look at me with pity and compassion.

"What should Master Xiyu do?"

"Yeah, there isn't a powerful aether to stand by either."

"It's only been a few days..."

Frowning, I walked past them and walked to my father's door.The room smelled heavily of potions and reagents. My father's illness had been taken care of by my third uncle who was a doctor in District A. However, no matter how much the family put in their efforts, my father's body was only declining day by day.

The third uncle and the second uncle were explaining something to the servant in the house, and I waited quietly outside the door.After a while, the two of them came out with heavy faces, saw me standing outside, and patted my head reassuringly.

The third uncle said: "Xiyu, you have to be strong. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life, and no one can hide from it. Let's pray for elder brother together. If you find anything difficult at home these days, come to us."

After finishing speaking, Third Uncle kindly pressed my shoulder.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Since I followed my father to the A3 area, I have been doing very well.My father regards me as his own son, and my uncles also love me, including the servants at home.

His father is one of the richest businessmen in District A3, and he has devoted himself to charity for many years. Everyone respects him and praises his virtues everywhere.Thanks to my father, I went to school with other rich young masters, went to dance parties together, and tried various new gadgets together. No matter where I went, I would be honored as "Master Xiyu".

I think that most people in this world are still warm, and families like Asentu's are just rare exceptions, and I'm just unlucky.

"Thank you third uncle." I thanked, "Then can I go in and see my father?"

They get out of the way.

I stepped into the big house where my father recuperated.

His bed was a full three meters wide, and he usually looked luxurious and imposing. Now that he was seriously ill, he was lying on the side of the bed with a gray complexion, like a fallen bird that was about to die due to the cold in the heavy snow.

I leaned over the bed and held his hand, like a pump machine in my heart, constantly shooting sadness from the bottom of my heart to my limbs.

"Xiyu..." Father opened his eyes cloudy due to serious illness, "Have you had dinner yet?"

I nodded.

"Remember to drink milk before going to bed. It's good for your health. Cough..." My father coughed a few times, "Don't be like me. When you get older, you realize that you used to work too hard and ruined your body..."

"You'll be fine!" I said hastily.

My father smiled and patted the back of my hand twice: "Xiyu, open the box next to me."

I stood up and opened the box, which contained a scroll sealed with a fingerprint stamp.

"It's your fingerprints, open it and have a look." Father said.

I pressed my thumb on it, and for a moment, the scroll spread out by itself.

My pupils tightened, and I looked at the content displayed in the scroll in disbelief—this is a suicide note involving property distribution.

"Father!" My hands were shaking, "What... do you mean?"

"Your uncles all have their own property, and I don't worry about them. Only you, Xi Yu, you are still young, and the ether is relatively fragile, so you have no self-protection ability. I decided to leave most of my property to you." Father After finishing this string of words with difficulty, he took a few breaths.

"No, don't think about these things, you'll be fine." I tried my best to hold back my tears, and slapped the scroll back in the box, "I'm spoiled by you, I can't do anything by myself." Come on, you have to teach me slowly."

"Good boy, you have to learn to rely on yourself."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

"Don't cry, Xiyu, I'll let... let your uncles help you too, don't cry, good boy."

……

Seven days later, his father died due to ineffective rescue.

I did not attend the funeral.

It stands to reason that, as my father's only child, I should manage the funeral politely like a well-bred young master, receive all the guests, and listen to their dignified and polite words in the church.

But I really couldn't hold on, as soon as I went out, I would show my red and swollen eyes from crying, and I couldn't cover my hoarse voice when I opened my mouth.

After a whole day of silence in the house, I head out the door to go to the kitchen to get something to drink.

When passing by the corridor, the two servants of the family were chatting while packing their things.

"Is the young master still in the house? It seems that he hasn't left the house all day."

"Hey, pity him, he still doesn't know anything."

"However, it is understandable. After all, the child was adopted by the master, not from the same family. The second and third masters are unwilling to distribute their property to outsiders."

"It would be great if the young master had a stronger ether, at least it would make everyone look up."

"Yeah, a Canary as the successor...it really doesn't make sense."

……what?

I was startled when I heard it, and before I could turn my head, a gust of cold air flowed down my neck to my tailbone.

They are still talking.

"The third master ordered that all these medicines should be cleaned up without leaving any traces."

"There are still a few bottles here, so hurry up and take them away."

Potion?What potion?

My eyes widen.

Is it... the medicine that third uncle gave father?

The sound of bottles and jars colliding in the house came, and the sound was like the sound of the family clock when I left the Ascentu house a few years ago.

A thought flashed through my mind, I rushed into the room, and snatched two bottles of potion under the astonished eyes of the servants.

"Oh, master, you can't touch that one!"

"Yes, come back soon!"

As they said that, they rushed towards me.

The expressions on their faces, the fear and ferocity, had never appeared in front of me before.

The years of living in this castle are dreamlike like fairy tales.But not all the people living in the castle are the protagonists of fairy tales.

I turned around and ran, pushed open the gate of the castle, escaped from that world, and was instantly covered in ice and snow.

They are still catching up, and all the smiling faces of the past have disappeared.

I clenched the potion tightly, and without daring to delay for a moment, I walked around a few small forests and ran into the urban area.There are a lot of people in the city, some of them know me, and they still greet me amiably.

I didn't answer any of them, and went straight to the pharmacist I knew very well on weekdays.

He raised his head towards me, and seeing me, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Young master, what's the matter?"

"Please help me look at this." I calmed my panting breath, and handed over one of the bottles of potions, "The composition of this potion."

The pharmacist was surprised: "What are you looking at?"

"This is the medicine I take on weekdays, please...please help me to look at the ingredients, I want to mix some myself in the future." I said.

It is very easy to do this kind of thing now, everything can be replaced by machinery.He didn't refuse again, and poured the liquid in the medicine into the machine. After a while, a note was spit out from the bottom of the machine, which contained the various components of the medicine in detail.

I took the note down and held the edge for the pharmacist to read.

His gaze swept over line by line, and finally stopped on a line, and said in surprise: "This... this is a chronic poison..."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly stopped, and turned to look at me: "This is not your medicine, is it?"

I immediately put the note in my pocket, turned around and ran out.

"Young master! Xiyu—"

His voice gradually fell behind me.

I ran breathing the icy air, and my lungs were about to freeze to ice.A resident with a flying machine stopped beside me, asking if he needed help.I dodged subconsciously, and even looking at that gentle smiling face felt a chill in my heart.

Finally, I arrived at the sanctuary in the city.

The choir in the sanctuary recited the poems of the past, and people dressed in black stood solemnly. A little sunlight leaked through the tall colored broken crystal glass windows and leaked on the coffin in the main hall.

The third uncle stood by the stage and saw me first.

"Xiyu!" he shouted.

All the guests turned to look at me. They were dressed delicately and carefully, as if they were about to "attend a funeral".In the whole hall, I was probably the only one dressed inappropriately, with a dirty face like a stray dog.

Third Uncle got off the high platform and walked towards me: "Why did you come—"

"Stop." I stared at him and squeezed out three words from my mouth.

"murderer!"

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感谢在2022-05-3017:14:25~2022-05-3111:46:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Chang Xi 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：苌浤20瓶；伊莎倍儿、归澜10瓶；飘然自由7瓶；墨墨和呆呆2瓶；曦夕1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!