Chapter 600: The First Auspicious Star of Ziwei, Doomed to Fall
Chapter 600: The First Auspicious Star of Ziwei, Doomed to Fall
Hou Yunjiao flipped through the files in his hand.
He paid particular attention to the ones marked with red circles.
After a while, he cast a sharp gaze at Hou Qiang.
He pointed to the names marked with red circles and said in a low voice, "Madam is not feeling well, so don't be too cruel. Communicate with these people and cooperate with Madam if they want to be released early."
Hou Qiang lowered his head. "I've already explained it, and three of them are willing to cooperate."
Hou Yunjiao's sharp gaze softened slightly. "After everything is over, you can let them go. Madam is still young and her temperament is unstable. Let her adapt slowly for now."
"Yes!"
Hou Qiang raised his head and cautiously asked, "Master, when do you think it's appropriate to start? Earlier, when we were at the Hou family, you called me up to the study to arrange for Madam to participate in the Punishment Hall."
Hou Yunjiao pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do it in a couple of days. Let her get used to it here first."
"Alright, I'll find a suitable opportunity to mention it."
"Don't let Madam know about this, and it should stay that way in the future."
"Yes, Master."
"You may leave now."
Hou Qiang took two steps back and left the study.
The large study was left with only Hou Yunjiao.
*Cough, cough...*
A weak cough sounded in the quiet room.
A trace of the smell of blood spread in the air, and Hou Yunjiao skillfully picked up a handkerchief from the nearby table to wipe the corner of his lips.
The brilliant red stained the handkerchief.
This touch of red reflected in Hou Yunjiao's eyes, and he furrowed his brows slightly. His deep eyes remained calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this sight.
He tossed the handkerchief aside and continued to browse through the information of the people detained in the Punishment Hall by Hou Qiang.
The fate of some of the people on the list would soon become Qin Ruan's experimental subjects.
...
Late at night.
In a high-rise residence in the capital.
A middle-aged man dressed in Daoist robes, wearing shoes from the Ten Directions, stood on the balcony, gazing at the stars in the sky.
Ling Xuzi's eyes slightly narrowed as he looked up at the Ziwei Star hanging high in the sky, searching for something.
A month ago, there was another star that was faintly visible beside the Ziwei Star, on the verge of extinction. It belonged to the Nangong family's fate.
For the past few years, the domain representing the Nangong family had been revolving around the Ziwei Star.
Every time the Nangong family crossed the boundary, it would consume the brightness of the domain, making it dark and murky.
The Nangong family had been depleting its own energy, and its demise was destined.
But now, the domain belonging to the Nangong family had completely disappeared.
A new star had taken its place.
Ling Xuzi lowered his eyes and calculated with his fingers, his expression becoming complex.
Before Nangong Yunlong died, he had told Ling Xuzi that perhaps there was hope for the Nangong family to make a comeback in a hundred years.
But now, even that glimmer of hope was gone.
The excessive pursuit of fame and fortune, resorting to all means to trample countless innocent lives, would ultimately harm oneself.
Ling Xuzi looked up again at the new star appearing beside the Ziwei Star.
This was the new aristocratic family, the Fu family, which would soon officially enter the Imperial Cabinet.
Its domain was bright enough to be comparable to the brightness of the Ziwei Star.
During this period, the Emperor's Star, which was Ziwei Star's subordinate, became somewhat dim.
The Emperor's Star descended into the Hou family, and the one who spoke of Ziwei descending to the mortal world was Third Young Master of the Hou family.
Born in a family, he was the master of a family; born in a country, he was the ruler of a country.
However, his weak body meant that the Emperor's Star would diminish with his lifespan, gradually overshadowed by the dazzling stars around him.
Ling Xuzi's hands were behind his back as he let out a deep sigh.
He had been observing the Emperor's Star for more than twenty years. This auspicious star, the first one of its kind, was destined to fall.
It was only a matter of time.
Ling Xuzi knew that Third Young Master's wife was quite formidable and had some connection with the Underworld.
But Ziwei didn't belong to the Underworld, and the Emperor's Star would fall. No one could stop it.
Ling Xuzi's expression turned solemn, and his well-maintained face showed infinite worry.
...
Su Family.
Main hall.
Over ten black-clothed bodyguards stood in the hall, and the servants were busy with caution.
Among them, one of the maids approached with trepidation, looking at Beijin Zhou, who was pacing back and forth in the large hall with a worried expression.
"Mr. Bei, the kitchen has prepared some porridge. Should I take it to Miss?"
Beijin Zhou stopped his restless steps. He fixed his deep gaze on the maid and saw her anxious look.
He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I'll go upstairs and ask."
During the day, after dealing with Nangong Chang and the child's affairs, Su Jingshu had been shut in her room.
From this afternoon until evening, she hadn't taken a single step out of her room.
Beijin Zhou had gone upstairs once before.
He brought the baby, who had been lying in an incubator for several months, back from the medical ward.
It was Su Jingshu who personally asked him to bring the baby back.
Seeing an object reminded her of a person, and Beijin Zhou understood.
He took heavy steps upstairs and stood in front of Su Jingshu's bedroom door, raising his hand to knock.
But he heard a slight movement from inside the room—the sound of crying.
The sound was so low that it was enough to show Su Jingshu's grief.
The door wasn't tightly closed, and the sound of sobbing seeped out through the crack.
Beijin Zhou slowly lowered his hand. He leaned wearily against the wall, his exhausted face showing a complex mix of emotions.
In all the time he had known her, he had never seen Su Jingshu cry.
Such a vulnerable situation was something he had never seen before.
She had always been the elegant and graceful Miss Su, even though she was ruthless and ruthless in private, no one could deny her identity as the first lady of the capital.
After breaking off the engagement with the Hou family, Su Jingshu was still considered the best wife choice by many men in the capital.
Who would have known that this woman would fall into despair and distress in just a few days?
Ten years of pursuing a goal turned into a ridiculous mistake in an instant.
What was even more heart-wrenching was that she had lost her only child today.
"Only" was such a precious word.
Su Jingshu would never have another child in her life.
At the moment when she desperately wanted to keep the child that belonged to Nangong Chang, she lost the chance to be a mother again.
Beijin Zhou covered his eyes with his hand, silently listening to the sobbing and crying coming from the room, his emotions complicated and indistinguishable.
In the room.
In the dim light, Su Jingshu knelt on the ground.
She gently caressed the cold incubator, her figure fragile and vulnerable.
Suddenly losing everything, she was unwilling, despondent, and sorrowful, but no one could save her.
Ten years of pursuing a goal had torn apart in one night, revealing the truth.
Fortunately, there was a child who comforted her, allowing her some consolation.
Now, even the child was gone, and her future was shrouded in darkness.
Tears had dried up in Su Jing Shu's eyes, and the pain in her heart made her cry tears of blood.
All she wanted was to release her grief freely tonight.
After dawn, she would still be the high and mighty Miss Su of the Su family.
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