Arrogant medical concubine: the exclusive love of the violent prince

Chapter 383 Bi Ying died?

"anything else?"

Seeing Xin Su's appearance, the uneasiness in Dongfang Yunlie's eyes became stronger, and his intuition told him that there was even worse news brought by Xin Su.

Sure enough, when Xin Su saw him asking this question, her frown became tighter at this moment, and she took a deep breath as if making up her mind, and said, "My lord, Bi Ying is dead."

"died?!!"

Although he was mentally prepared to accept the bad news, Xin Su's answer was like a heavy bomb, which was thrown in front of Dongfang Yunlie without any warning, making him shout without any psychological preparation, and his whole body Almost bouncing off the chair.

In the past few days, he always quietly watched Jiu'er's painful appearance without daring to speak out, and pinned all his hopes on Bi Ying, as long as he could find Bi Ying, Jiu'er would be saved.

Finally looking forward to Xinsu's return, but what was brought to him was an answer that made him completely desperate.

He looked at Xin Su's deeply frowning expression in complete unacceptability, and after a while he managed to find his voice, "Dead..."

There was still disbelief in the low voice, "Really... dead?"

"Yes, my lord."

Xin Su bit her head, frowned and nodded, "My subordinates used friends they met in the world to inquire about it. Half a month ago, Bi Ying suddenly made a fortune and was killed shortly after leaving the capital. Died outside Yuncheng."

Xin Su's answer made Dongfang Yunlie's eyelids move slightly, and an incredible thought flashed through his eyes.

The capital... made a fortune...

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Xiang Xinsu, and asked: "Did those people say what Bi Ying looks like?"

Xin Su didn't know why Dongfang Yunlie would ask such a question, and after a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes, he replied: "My servant heard them say that he regards money as his life, a short and fat old man with white hair..."

Speaking of this, Xin Su paused for a moment, and at the same time, as if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Dongfang Yunlie, and exclaimed, "My lord!"

A short, fat old man with white hair...isn't that just...

"That's right, it's him, he's the one who pretended to be Bufu to detoxify Jiu'er."

Dongfang Yunlie spoke in a hoarse voice, no emotion could be heard in the deep voice, but faintly, Xin Su could hear a bit of self-blame and sarcasm.

"My lord..."

Xin Su opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Dongfang Yunlie waved her hand weakly, "Go down."

"Yes, my lord."

Xinsu raised her eyes, looked at Dongfang Yunlie worriedly, frowned again, then shook her head helplessly, turned around and walked out of Dongfang Yunlie's room.

After the door was closed, Dongfang Yunlie suddenly laughed out loud. He shook his head while laughing. The laughter was a little bone-chilling, and in the dark eyes, there was a deep sense of self-blame.

Hearing a "bang--", the table in front of him was shattered in half by him, and the teapot on the table fell to the ground. He slumped on the ground, and his laughter became colder and bitterer.

"It's me...it's me again..."

At this moment, his fists were clenched tightly, and his palms unconsciously squeezed the fragments of the teapot beside him. The sharp tiles pierced deeply into his palms, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

Self-blame and guilt were like thousands of sharp swords, piercing his heart non-stop, and each knife was deeply pierced in his heart, making him unable to breathe.

(End of this chapter)