Though there was an impression from the original story, after listening to her uncle's words, Jiang Xue's tears unknowingly wet her cheeks, her eyes aching from the soreness.
Seventeen swords deeply embedded? Unknown poison? Won't last much longer?
When these keywords echoed again and again in her mind, she felt she couldn't just stand by idly.
In the portrait on the wall, a woman was dancing in a sea of flowers, her smile as beautiful as a flower, like the Flowers Fairy, effortlessly beautiful and ethereal.
How could such a kind person just die like that? Even if she is willing, the heroine of the original story wouldn't be, after all, the original heroine cured her own mother.
So she calmly turned and spoke to Xi Yang.
"Uncle, take me to see my mother, she won't die, I will risk my life to cure her. After all, this feud needs her to avenge herself!"
