In fact, Ye Suxue was still very young at that time. With her mind and appearance, it was not difficult to find a good family to remarry. However, for the sake of Ye Jinming's flesh and blood, she would rather sacrifice her life's happiness.

Three years ago, she was tortured to death by illness, and she was about to die, but she still begged them and the clan leader not to tell Xiaochuan about her death.

Later, the clan leader found the best doctor in the clan to treat her, but he was told an even more shocking news——

Ye Suxue has been taking a chronic poison since she entered Penglai's backyard. She never thought about leaving there alive.

Her illness was mainly due to the spread of toxicity to the internal organs and there was no cure. Finally, under her earnest prayer, Ye Huacai agreed to let the doctor seal the acupoints with gold needles, ending her suffering early.

In order to fear that her son would still be stigmatized as 'the son of the murderer Ye Mingjin' after leaving Penglaiyuan, she would rather commit suicide and completely sever her relationship with him.

Perhaps from the moment she entered Horaiyuan, she planned to send her son out of Ye Island one day and away from this place of right and wrong.

Ye Suxue was not only cruel to herself, but also cut off all her son's escape routes.

But I have to admit that this woman is really great. She really put in 20% of her efforts in order not to affect her son's future.

Ye Qizong looked at the crying little girl in front of him and patted her shoulder comfortingly: "Follow me to see the patriarch. Let him be alone first."

At this time, what he needs is not companionship, but someone's catharsis. With such pain, if he doesn't vent it out, it will only make his heart more painful.

"Yeah." Although Ye Huairan had never experienced such pain, she understood the truth. She nodded obediently and followed Ye Qizong to the study room where the patriarch usually worked.

On the other side, Ye Zechuan ran all the way and reached the entrance of the backyard in one breath.

When he looked at the tightly closed courtyard door and the cold copper lock hanging on the door, his heart also fell into the ice cellar.

He tried several times to open the copper lock, but his hands were shaking so much that no matter how hard he pulled at the copper lock, it would not budge.

"Mother! My son is back! Mother! Open the door! My son is back!" Ye Zechuan clenched his fist and knocked on the door repeatedly, making a clanging sound.

Unfortunately, the backyard was so quiet that no one came out to greet him and open the door for him no matter how hoarse he shouted.

After a long time, Ye Zechuan, whose voice had become hoarse, finally stopped making any sound. His hand still maintained the posture of knocking on the door, but his body was like a stiff sculpture, motionless.

At this time, there was suddenly a burst of footsteps behind him from far to near.

His pupils shrank slightly, turned his face and blurted out: "Mother!"

However, when he saw clearly a middle-aged servant woman standing there, the light in his eyes dimmed again.

After Ye Suxue fell ill, Penglaiyuan transferred another maid to take charge of the patriarch's three meals a day. At this time, it was cleaning time. The maid came to the backyard with a broom to clean up the fallen leaves. Unexpectedly, she saw a strangely dressed man.

The boy stood at the door of the backyard.
Chapter completed!