Liu Bei asked hurriedly: "Dakui, has the letter been delivered?"

Tian Dakui gasped slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Liu, I believe I have delivered it smoothly."

A complicated look flashed in Liu Bei's eyes, but he still said gratefully: "Dakui, thank you for your hard work. It's really hard for you to run through the journey. Go home and rest quickly, and I'll make plans for the rest."

Tian Dakui waved his hand and said, "Mr. Liu, you are polite. I also hope that your matter can be resolved smoothly. Then I will go back first, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Tian Dakui turned around and left the house.

Liu Bei looked at Tian Dakui's departure back and sighed slightly.

Liu Bei paced back and forth in the house, frowning.

He knew very well that it would be difficult for a small person like Tian Dakui to see Xi Yu directly.

He sat at the table, supported his forehead with his hands, and thought to himself: "Xi Yuruo really read the letter. With his prejudice against me, he might throw the letter aside and ignore it at all. But if he still has a trace of compassion,..." Liu Bei shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

He remembered his current situation again and whispered to himself: "I am now living under someone else's roof. If Xiyu is unwilling to help, how should I deal with myself? Do you really have to be bullied in this foreign land?" Liu Bei's face showed a painful look, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists.

On the other side, a depressing atmosphere filled the Song family's house. The servants whispered in the corridor, looking terrified and restless.

"It's been a day or two, why haven't the head of the family come back yet?" A servant frowned, his eyes full of worry, and he muttered in a low voice.

Another servant looked around and lowered his voice, "I think the head of the family must have been imprisoned. The assassin's affairs were so big that it must have nothing to do with the head of the family."

"Don't talk nonsense!" an old servant widened his eyes and scolded him, but his heart was as messy as he could, "But this matter...ah, it's not impossible."

In the inner hall of the Song family, Mrs. Song paced back and forth, her hands kept twisting her veil, and her face was pale.

She thought to herself: Master, what happened to you? Why did this assassin involve you? But there must be no mistakes.

She bit her lip, tears flashing in her eyes, and she asked anxiously at the butler beside her: "Butler, is there no news about the master yet?"

The housekeeper lowered his head and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He said in panic: "Madam, not yet. But it has been rumored outside. People in many places around him know about the involvement of the head of the family."

When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes showed despair. She collapsed on the chair weakly and murmured: "What should I do..."

Mrs. Song was walking anxiously in the inner hall, her eyes were covered with bloodshot, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and anxiety.

She grabbed the butler's arm and said in a trembling voice: "Butler, you must find a way to inquire about the whereabouts of the master, go and go back quickly."

The butler looked solemn. He bowed slightly and replied firmly, "Madam, don't worry, I'll go out to inquire now." As he said that, he turned around and quickly left the Song family.

This hour seemed as long as a century for Mrs. Song.

She sat on the chair, holding her chest tightly with her hands. Master, you must not be in trouble. This family cannot be without you.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten deep tooth marks.

Finally, the housekeeper is back.

He was panting, and beads of sweat from his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

Mrs. Song stood up suddenly as if she had caught a life-saving straw, stared at the butler in a tight voice, and asked anxiously: "Butler, have you found out? Where is he?"

The housekeeper frowned and said with pain: "Madam, I've heard of it. Master... He's been locked in prison."

Mrs. Song's body shook suddenly, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

How could this happen? How could the master be locked in jail?

She just felt dizzy, and her eyes turned dark and she almost fainted.

The maid next to her quickly supported her.

Mrs. Song leaned against the maid.

The housekeeper looked at the shaky Mrs. Song, with anxiety and worry on his face. He hurriedly said to the maid next to him: "Hurry, help the wife to rest, Madam is so angry."

The maid was also panicked. She hurriedly held Mrs. Song's arm, and said softly but anxiously: "Madam, don't worry too much, go and rest for a while."

Mrs. Song's eyes were lost and she murmured: "Master, Master..."

Her body was soft and allowed to be supported by the maid.

The housekeeper watched Mrs. Song being helped away by the maid, frowned and thought to himself that he had to go and invite the doctor.

While walking out quickly, he ordered the other servants: "You are so happy to take care of your wife, I will go and invite the doctor."

His expression was nervous and his steps were hurrying.
Chapter completed!