C21

"Take the cloth out of her mouth and hold her down." Auntie Zhao did not say a word and ordered her servant to make a move. The hatred on her face was not concealed at all. She had long hated An Xia for not dying, and now she was able to personally take care of him.

As soon as the cloth was pulled out, Aunt Zhao stepped forward and pinched An Xia's jaw. The two servants pressed down on her from left to right, preventing her from moving.

At this moment, Aunt Zhao pulled out the stopper and fiercely poured the contents of the bottle into An Xia's mouth. Not a single drop was left, and she even kicked An Xia's leg.

She really hated that the An Xia mother and daughter blocked her way.

An Xia, who had been kicked to the ground, did not move. The moment the liquid entered her throat, she knew that it was highly toxic. At this moment, she was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, not moving at all.

Seeing that An Xia had stopped moving, Aunt Zhao left with her two servants.

As soon as he left, An Xia sat up and pressed a point on his neck. He spat out all the poison in his mouth with a cold glint in his eyes, like an Asura from hell.

She straightened her clothes and disappeared behind the fake mountain, all the way to Madame Zhao's courtyard. She left the room secretly, preparing to take care of the two servants. After all, this sort of thing couldn't be spread out, as it would affect her position as a future matriarch.

An Xia unwrapped a tile and easily brought some powder to Aunt Zhao's room. At this time, two servants were carrying out a wine bestowed by Aunt Zhao with complacent expressions on their faces. They thought they had done something for her and were her trusted aides, but they didn't know that the wine was meant to take their lives.

However, after An Xia took out a handful of medicinal powder, the two servants sniffled and forgot to drink the wine in the cup. They only said, "It smells so good!"

Auntie Zhao sniffed at the fragrance in the air.

However, she felt her body heat up and her face immediately flushed red. Madame Zhao was originally so seductive and charming, but now her eyes were like the waves. Her face flushed red, making her look even more coquettish.

The two servants' complexions changed as well. They could no longer hold onto their wine glasses properly and fell to the ground. Their eyes turned red as they threw themselves at Aunt Zhao without a care for anything else.

"How dare you! Scram!" Auntie Zhao still had a trace of reason left. She gasped in pain as she was thrown onto the porcelain shards on the ground, waking up a little. She knew that she had been drugged, but she just couldn't figure out who had done it!

The two servants had already lost their minds from the medicine. No matter how much Aunt Zhao struggled or how angry she shouted, they had already ripped off her clothes …

Seeing this scene, An Xia left with a smile on her face. She hadn't thought about how vicious and vicious this was. It was because Aunt Zhao had acted too quickly. Of course, she would take her revenge.

It had to be known that Aunt Zhao wanted his life. He only wanted her to lose her virginity!

In fact, the latter was even more vicious.

"Eldest Miss, why did you come out?" An Xia was supported by the red leaves as he weakly walked out of the courtyard. When the butler saw him, he asked with some worry.

"Aunt Zhao said that she had something to announce, so she asked everyone to wait in her yard." An Xia's voice was very low and his face was extremely pale. It seemed that he really wouldn't be able to live for more than a few days.

"How can Aunt Zhao order Eldest Miss like this!" The steward spoke with indignation, yet he was a bit helpless, "This old servant will go inform the others."

After all, Madame Zhao was in charge of the entire Grand Preceptor's estate. She would often gather everyone to scold her.

Therefore, the butler had no doubt about it.

Because Aunt Zhao had scattered all her people, no one in her room noticed anything amiss until the servants were called to gather. Only then did they hear the low moans.

This voice was not hidden at all. During the day, no one knew whether they should enter or retreat. They all stood in the yard and looked at the room, not daring to move.

The medicinal powder from An Xia had a lasting effect on everyone. The room was silent for a long time, and everyone looked at each other in dismay, not daring to breathe. Everyone only thought that the ones in the room were An Shucheng and Aunt Zhao.

"What are you all doing here?" When An Shucheng passed by Aunt Zhao's courtyard, he was stunned for a moment. As he walked over, he gave a low shout, but when he heard the sound of someone entering the room, his face darkened and he hurriedly waved at the crowd.

Amongst the crowd, An Xia was also slowly being supported away by Red Leaf. The smile on his face became more and more profound. Finally, An Shu arrived. The good show had begun.

Hearing Madame Zhao's shameless moaning, An Shucheng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he kicked the door open. He didn't expect her to be so bold as to steal someone from the mansion in broad daylight …

Inside the room, the three were entangled with each other. Aunt Zhao seemed to enjoy being caught between the two servants. An Shucheng kicked the door open but didn't wake the three of them up.

One had to know that An Xia had increased the quantity of medicine in order to achieve the current effect.

"Zhao Jingmei, damn it." An Shucheng couldn't accept what he saw. He stepped forward and viciously kicked Aunt Zhao in the chest, sending her tumbling several times onto the ground.

Without a care in the world, he smashed the teapots on the table towards the heads of the two servants. The two servants who were still immersed in joy were unable to react to what was happening, but in the next second, they were smashed to the point where their faces were covered in blood.

It was obvious that An Shicheng was extremely infuriated. How could a mere official be so forceful?

"Ah!" She cried out miserably as she looked at everything in front of her. Of course, she understood what had happened, and was ashamed to death, but a flash of lightning had struck her, and she thought of her own daughter, An Si. She knew that she couldn't die, and even if she died, she would have to wait for An Xia to marry into the Eastern Palace.

"Old master, your lowly concubine is innocent …" Aunt Zhao had not expected such a thing to happen. She had poisoned An Xia with her own hands, so there was no celebration.

"Slut." An Shucheng stepped forward, raised his hand and gave Aunt Zhao two tight slaps. Then, he raised his leg and gave her another kick, but was unable to vent his anger. He was about to go crazy with anger.

Her hair was disheveled over her shoulders, and her face was pale. After being kicked by Zhao Shu to the side of the bed, she rolled over and hit her forehead against the wall, immediately fainting.

After all, she was going to marry into the Middle Palace to be the Crown Prince's consort. Moreover, Aunt Zhao's maternal clan was powerful, so he couldn't do it too cruelly. He could only let his trusted aides come in and clean up.

Although An Shucheng had handled the matter in secret, the entire Residence of An knew about the matter of Madame Zhao stealing the person.

"How is that possible, my mother isn't that kind of person." An Si jumped up as soon as he heard the news, his face and neck red, he glared at Cui Yu. The scar on An Si's face was still there, he had just applied the medicine from the red leaf, the edge of the wound seemed a little red, but it was not obvious.

Besides, the only thing An Si had in his mind was the matter of Aunt Zhao.

Cui Yu shrank back and looked around, "Second Miss, at that time, all the servants in the house were in Aunt Zhao's yard …"

"Shut up." Anse's mind buzzed. If his mother were to do such a thing, would his own life be affected?

She was preparing to enter the palace to be the princess' consort. She couldn't allow any mishap to happen at this critical time.

With this thought in mind, he immediately put on his outer garment and walked towards Aunt Zhao's courtyard.

However, the courtyard was already locked and could not be entered or left. There was not a single sound from the inside. An Si shouted for a long time, but there was no response. An Shucheng had removed all the servants from the courtyard.

After shouting for a long time and seeing that no one responded, An Xia was unwilling to accept this outcome. He clenched his teeth and stomped his foot, before running towards An Shucheng's courtyard.

An Shucheng was standing on top of a green cloud, feeling rather displeased. The butler stood to the side, not daring to breathe. Hearing that the servant had reported that the second young miss had requested an audience, the butler subconsciously looked towards An Shucheng, only to see that his face had turned even uglier.

He had indeed begun to suspect this daughter of his.

However, he was still an influential Grand Preceptor after all. He had been able to walk step by step up to this point thanks to his astute skills and exceptional intellect. If he thought about it carefully, it was quite doubtful.

This was because she had stolen too many people, and the servants of the mansion all knew about it.

It was also because of this that An Shucheng was so angry and wanted to strangle Aunt Zhao to death.

"Father, I have something to say." An Si did not give up and shouted. She did not want to ruin her future.

Calming himself down, An Shucheng hesitated for a moment. When he thought that his daughter was still useful, he raised his hand to signal the butler to allow An Si to enter.

The butler invited Anse in and then left with a meaningful glance.

In fact, the steward knew better than anyone that everything that had happened today had come from An Xia. However, after the last fire incident, he knew that An Xia was not someone to be trifled with.

"Father, this must be a misunderstanding. My mother would never do that. Everything she did was for father's sake!" An Si spoke with teary eyes as he knelt beside An Shucheng's feet.

"Shut up, she's just a concubine." He was very, very angry, and he had to put up with a hat like that.

An Xin froze for a moment. She understood that this time, Madame Zhao would not be able to turn things around. Even An Shucheng would have no choice but to believe this.

His heart was even more uneasy now. His palms were drenched in sweat, and he forced out a few tears. He raised his head to look at An Shucheng. "Father, aunty must have been framed …"

By the light of the candle, An Shucheng sucked in a breath of cold air. At this moment, the scar on An Si's face that had clearly healed had been split open, and his skin and flesh had turned blood-red. His entire face looked extremely sinister.

An Xin was still speaking, not noticing the change in An Shucheng's expression. When she raised her head and saw An Shucheng, she was momentarily stunned. She subconsciously lifted her hand to touch her own face, but instead grabbed a handful of blood and lowered her head to look. With a miserable scream, he fainted.