This is the first time in my life that Si Yu uses the honorific title.

That kind of voice, which does not contain any joy, anger or joy, is calm and calm, but when heard in human ears, it carries a world-destroying aura.

"Well....."

"Since Miss Si Yu asked for it, we will naturally not leak it." Everyone said while wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

They all thought Si Yu would cry.

At the very least, you will be panicked and uncomfortable.

But she didn't!

"Xiaoyu, you...why do you want to keep it a secret?"

"Aren't you going to ask my little master to use the prophecy to save the old man?" the elder asked anxiously and puzzled.

Si Yu didn't reply.

The whole hall was dead silent.

Everyone looked at the cool red figure, leading Mr. Si away gradually. Her back seemed a little embarrassed in the distance.

But suddenly!

"etc--"

Guan Si, who was squatting down to observe the rotten fruit, suddenly stood up.

The black trench coat swayed slightly with this movement, and he called out to Si Yu: "I seem to have seen the efficacy of this poison in the young master's place."

"You contact the young master, maybe there is an antidote."

Guan Si just finished speaking.

Before Si Yu had time to take any action, the head of pharmaceuticals at the headquarters pursed his lips, as if he could no longer hide the truth, sighed and said, "Master Si."

"I have also seen this kind of poison from the young master."

"When I saw it."

"The young master also specifically told me not to use this poison in experiments, because... he has no antidote."

Having said this, the drug chief continued his analysis: "This poison powder is kept by the young master, how could a mere Si Jing get it?"

"And...I just said that if there is no antidote, there is no solution other than prophecy."

"This shows that someone..."

How is anyone doing?

Guan Si was still squinting in thought.

Qi Yao's expression changed drastically at the side. He raised his head suddenly, his horrified eyes first scanning the sick old man Si, and then shifted to the rotten fruit.

This poison——

Not only officials recognize it.

Qiyao also recognizes it!

If the poison is not cured for seven days, you will die.

If you want to save Mr. Si again, you must use the prophecy... Who is it? Wanting to lure the master who possesses the prophecy to show up?

"Notify the law enforcement agencies and leave Si Jing a dog..." The official was about to give the order.

Si Yu had already interrupted him:

"I have given the order."

"The execution should not have been carried out yet, there is still time."

There will be an emergency medical room in the Si family hall, just a few dozen meters to the right of Si Yu. She carefully placed Mr. Si on the hospital bed without crying, fussing or laughing.

She's back...

Overcoming obstacles all the way, arriving at the Si family inheritance ceremony, and clearing the grievances...

She thought...

After his death, he could make this old man carefree and full of smiles, but what? He fell...in front of her.

"Great Elder."

Si Yu sat next to Mr. Si and said, "The internal affairs of the Si family will be left to you for the time being. I want to spend some time with grandpa these days."

"That's it for the inheritance ceremony. Let's disperse."

Let's break up...

There is no antidote that the young master does not have, and it is impossible to have it in Fengjiang.

It is her responsibility to save her grandfather. It is her responsibility alone and should not be left to Quan Jin...

Until all the heads of the aristocratic families dispersed in the hall, Si Yu could no longer pretend to be strong on the surface, and the whole hall was filled with a sense of death. The young man holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand.

"Shout!"

He suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!