Supreme Empress: Husband, be reserved

Chapter 59
Seeing that Yi Xiangtong was thinking, Yi Tuye said hello and left.

Yi Xiangtong looked out the window, his expression flashed, if he really had to make a choice, no matter what time it was, he would not change it.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Yi Mansion was brightly lit, when it was time to take a break, someone knocked on Yi Xiangtong's door.

"Who?" A lamp was still lit in Yi Xiangtong's dormitory, Yi Xiangtong who was standing by the desk put down the pen in his hand and looked outside the door.

"Miss Yi, I'm Mr. Ping's servant, please go over and show my son."

A hesitant male voice rang out from outside.

Yi Xiangtong heard the words, turned his head, and continued to look at the copybook, and the lazy voice sounded again, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I've already gone to bed."

"But... But, the young master is sick." The voice of the man outside was a little trembling, and he said anxiously.

"As long as you're not dead, don't delay me." Yi Xiangtong said impatiently, with a swipe of the pen, leaving the last stroke, then abandoned the pen and walked towards the bed.

Hearing what Yi Xiangtong said, the little waiter outside seemed to be choked suddenly. He didn't expect Yi Xiangtong to say that. He stood outside the door for a long time, still not knowing what to do, so he went back and left.

Yi Xiangtong glanced outside the door and saw that the voice outside the door disappeared, so he walked slowly towards the bed.

Yifu guest room.

Hearing some movement, Ping Xiqian hurriedly lay down, clutching the quilt with both hands, biting her red lips in pain, her voice was soft and helpless, "Sister Yi...Sister Yi..."

"My lord, it's me." The little servant said weakly, not daring to look up at the flat and shallow face covered in drama.

When Ping Xiqian heard something wrong, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the waiter, frowned, and said fiercely, "Where's Sister Yi?"

"My lord, Yi...Miss Yi said she won't be coming today." The waiter quickly knelt down and said in a panic, afraid that Ping Xiqian would vent his anger on himself.

"Why, you're right, what are you kneeling for, you're still not getting up." The flat and shallow voice didn't take away any emotion.

The waiter heard this, looked at the expressionless Ping Xiqian, and wondered whether he should get up or not.

"Get up quickly." Ping Xi said coldly.

Hearing the words, the little waiter hurriedly got up in embarrassment.

"Come here, stretch out your hand." Ping Xi raised her eyebrows slightly, impatiently beckoning the waiter to hurry up.

Although the little waiter said it was strange, he ran over swiftly and pulled back his sleeves, revealing his white and tender arms.

Ping Xiqian lightly held the waiter's hand, his expression flashed, and the other hand picked up a sharp dagger at some point, and cut off a bloody piece of flesh from the waiter's hand. Strange blood flowed down the arm, only to hear the servant's scream of grief.

The little waiter wanted to shake off Ping Xiqian, but found that Ping Xiqian was holding his hand firmly, unable to move at all, so he could only look at him with fearful and panicked eyes.

(End of this chapter)