I insist

Chapter 307: The Former Dynasty Eunuch

"How did you get in?" Song Miqiu asked, looking at the carriage still moving and Qing Zhi beside her, feeling a little strange.

"The coachman recognized me, so he let me in."

Song Miqiu, who had been dozing off, said, "What are you trying to do by getting into my carriage?"

Qingzhi was speechless: "Have you forgotten what you asked me to investigate last time?"

"How is things going?"

Qing Zhi leaned closer to Song Miqiu mysteriously and said, "I've actually found out some things."

Song Miqiu is also very good. What secrets does the old eunuch hold?

"Hurry up and tell me."

"The old eunuch is from the previous dynasty."

Song Miqiu was very shocked: "The old eunuch treated Huailin very differently from the people of the previous dynasty."

Was Yu Huailin also connected to the previous dynasty? Song Miqiu did not tell Qingzhi about the connection between Yu Huailin and the previous dynasty.

Qingzhi said thoughtfully, "It seems there are still many people from the previous dynasty, probably plotting something."

Song Miqiu hadn't had time to process the news, because he didn't know if Yu Huailin was also a person from the previous dynasty.

What do you think we should do?

"What do you mean, 'eat well and drink well'?" Song Miqiu said, then closed her eyes, preparing to take a nap.

"Pfft..." Qingzhi felt a bloody taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit it out.

Song Miqiu opened her eyes and saw that Qingzhi had vomited a pool of blood. She hurriedly helped Qingzhi up and patted his back.

"Weren't you perfectly fine just now? Why are you vomiting blood?" Song Miqiu was both anxious and confused.

"I'm fine," Qingzhi said, forcing himself to remain calm.

Song Miqiu took Qingzhi's hand and took her pulse.

Song Miqiu scolded, "How can you not take care of your body?"

Qingzhi said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy."

That's why we should cherish it even more.

Song Miqiu was somewhat reproachful, but quickly took out the antidote from the system and fed it to Qing Zhi.

"Don't do that again next time."

Qingzhi said with a wry smile, "Don't worry, I won't die until I get my revenge."

Song Miqiu gently helped Qingzhi sit down properly, and said helplessly, "You don't need to be so obsessed with revenge."

"Impossible." Qing Zhi said, very excited, and coughed twice in a row.

"Qingzhi, you need to have your own life now. You don't need to think about revenge every day."

“I’ve been an orphan since I was a child. I finally found someone to take me in, but he died. I haven’t even had a chance to properly repay his kindness. Now he’s been murdered, and I still can’t avenge him. What’s the point of my life?”

Qing Zhi spoke with unwavering resolve, showing no fear whatsoever when it came to revenge; on the contrary, he seemed to grow even more courageous as the battle progressed.

Song Miqiu was well aware that Qing Zhi would never listen to her, so she could only remain silent.

"Then you must be careful before you act," Song Miqiu knew she couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she could only give him this advice.

Qingzhi understood Song Miqiu's good intentions, and to avoid worrying her, he nodded and said, "Okay."

The carriage arrived at the doorstep quickly, and Qingzhi got off halfway and left.

“Miqiu, you’re back.” Yu Huailin draped the cloak over Song Miqiu’s shoulders.

Song Miqiu felt a little embarrassed that Yu Huailin was still waiting for him at the door in the dark, but the thought of those two women still made her very uncomfortable.

"I'm not cold." She pushed away Yu Huailin's hand that was about to put a cloak on her.

The act of refusal left Yu Huailin stunned and speechless for a long time.

"Song Miqiu, how long are you going to stay angry?" Yu Huailin emphasized, "At least let him die knowing why."

Song Miqiu stopped in her tracks, even more dissatisfied with Yu Huailin's tone, which made it seem as if she were being unreasonable.

"I wasn't angry at all from beginning to end." Song Miqiu said she wasn't angry, but her words still carried a hint of dissatisfaction with Huailin.

Even if Yu Huailin was stupid, he would know that Song Miqiu was still angry with him.

"Then you have to give me a chance to change." Yu Huailin could tell that Song Miqiu's tone was very unpleasant.

"You did nothing wrong, you don't need to change."

"Miqiu, can't we talk this out? I really don't know what to do with you like this."

His face was full of sadness; he really didn't know what to do to stop her from being angry.

Song Miqiu didn't want to talk to Yu Huailin any longer, so she went straight back to her room and closed the door.

Yu Huailin could only stare at the tightly closed door, feeling that anything he said or did now would be wrong.

"What's wrong? Is your mother still angry with you?" Qiu Tianlei had just had a few drinks outside and came back to find the two of them arguing.

Yu Huailin nodded awkwardly.

"Those two women are still bothering you."

"The entanglement has stopped, but your mother doesn't talk to me anymore and is indifferent to me."

Qiu Tianlei dismissively said, "Maybe he's just too tired to talk."

"It doesn't seem like it." Yu Huailin felt that Song Miqiu clearly had a problem with him. He clearly saw Song Miqiu speaking to Tian Yumei, Qingzhi, and even the servants in a friendly manner.

"Then do something to make my mother happy."

Yu Huailin's eyes lit up immediately, and he grabbed Qiu Tianlei's hand. Qiu Tianlei was startled by Yu Huailin's reaction.

"What can I do to make her happy?" He would be willing to go through fire and water for her now; life was too agonizing for Song Miqiu to ignore him.

"Mom, he really likes to eat this. Why don't you make him something to eat?" Qiu Tianlei suggested to Yu Huailin, thinking he was being clever.

Yu Huailin thought he had found a lifeline and believed that Qiu Tianlei's method was absolutely right.

I completely forgot that I wouldn't do it even for a day.

The next day

Song Miqiu got up and sat in the living room, ready to eat. She saw that the table was empty.

"Yu Mei, didn't you cook today?" Song Miqiu asked, puzzled.

Tian Yumei quickly stood up, propping herself up on the stool, and said, "Mother, I was preparing breakfast this morning, but Young Master Yu said he would prepare it himself."

Song Miqiu was somewhat incredulous.

Tian Yumei also became anxious.

"It's been so long, why isn't it done yet? I hope something has happened to Yu Huailin."

Qiu Tianlei leaned back on the stool, crossed his legs, and looked completely indifferent.

Song Miqiu glared fiercely at Qiu Tianlei, who wisely adjusted his posture.

"Mother, should I go check on him? I'm a little worried," Tian Yumei said, concerned that Yu Huailin might have burned down the kitchen.

"Don't go, let Qiu Tianlei go. You have no sense at all." Song Miqiu scolded Qiu Tianlei.

Qiu Tianlei looked like he'd done something to deserve this, but he couldn't defy Song Miqiu's orders.

"Mother, I'll go take a look right now." Qiu Tianlei got up and headed towards the front gate.

They bumped right into Yu Huailin, who was carrying a freshly cooked breakfast.