However, at that time, he could not even move a step to stop it. He could only watch helplessly as his father shouldered everything for him and bought time for his grandfather to bring the imperial edict into the palace.

He did not say this out loud, afraid that Madam Li would blame him for making her lose her husband. He was afraid that Brother Hao and Sister Huan would blame him for causing them to lose their father.

He was even more afraid of remembering his helpless self.

Now, those bloody scenes appeared in his mind’s eye again. Song Jingchen’s eyes gradually turned scarlet, and a drop of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his eye.

Shen Yijia followed Furball out of Xiagou Village and arrived at a desolate mountain.

She looked around and saw nothing but white. The most conspicuous thing was the two snow mounds not far away.

Shen Yijia knew that it was not a snow pile, but the burial ground of Lin Shao’s parents.

Shen Yijia frowned and looked at Furball, who was so tired that its tongue was hanging out. “Where is he? Are you sure it’s here? Don’t tell me your nose has been affected by the wind?”

Furball rolled his eyes and shook off the falling snow. He approached the two graves.

Only then did Shen Yijia realize that there was a small bump in the middle of the grave. It was easy to mistake it for a snow pile.

She paused and squatted down to dig at the snow pile. After digging a few times, she saw a corner of Lin Shao’s clothes.

Shen Yijia’s gaze focused and she sped up.

The snow was only loosely piled on top of it. Soon she was digging out the rest of the body.

Shen Yijia looked at the unconscious person curled up in a ball and checked whether he was still breathing. Although his breathing was shallow, at least he was still breathing.

She heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t care if she would be exposed. She reached out and dripped the spiritual liquid that had just condensed in her body today onto Lin Shao’s lips to feed him.

At the same time, she was glad that she hadn’t had the time to feed Song Jingchen today. Otherwise, Lin Shao’s life would have been in danger.

After waiting for a while, Lin Shao’s pale face became visibly better. She reached out and patted his face. “Wake up!”

Her heart ached for the spiritual liquid.

A few red marks immediately appeared on Lin Shao’s face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that Shen Yijia was still in a daze. “Sister-in-law, why are you here?”

When he looked around and realized that he was still half stuck in the snow, he asked in confusion, “Where am I? Why am I here?”

His head was still throbbing, and his mind was blank.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes and said angrily, “Where do you think this is? How would I know why you came here for a nap?”

When he heard the word afternoon nap, Lin Shao’s pupils dilated. The memories from before he fainted rushed out. He said anxiously, “Quick, let’s leave this place.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Furball howled and looked ahead warily with its forelimbs slightly bent.

Shen Yijia pulled Lin Shao up from the snow and looked coldly at the dozen or so men in black who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

“You’re the one who killed our young master?” The leader of the men in black asked in disbelief when he saw that Shen Yijia was just a delicate little girl.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes. “You have to tell me who your young master is first, right? I’ve killed quite a number of people. I have no idea which one you’re talking about.”

Feng Laoliu had brought about 50 to 60 people that day. It was really difficult to guess.

Hearing Shen Yijia’s words, the man in black’s gaze on her changed. He said subconsciously, “During the New Year.”