[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 53

Chapter 53: Duanhun’s Demise

Hugging Dugu Yuan’an, Xue Mu fell asleep and, in a daze, entered a dream. In the dream, her face seemed to be covered by something sticky, wet, and cold, blocking even her nostrils, making it impossible to breathe. Her body ached as if burned by fire. She subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe, but under that strange pressure, she could only open a small crack to gasp. The air in her chest was completely expelled with each breath, unable to inhale fresh air.

She shouted for help in her heart, but couldn’t make a sound. After enduring for who knows how long, her arm, also pressed by that wet, cold heavy object, suddenly felt a lightness, as if the heavy object was moved away. Then her skin felt a cool air, and immediately after, a strong force pulled her out of that wet, soft heavy object—!

Xue Mu woke up with a start. Dugu Yuan’an was sleeping soundly in her arms.

She gazed at Dugu Yuan’an’s soft eyelashes, leaned over to kiss her closed eyes gently, then tiptoed out of bed, changed clothes, left the room, and walked towards the guest room.

At this time, the sky was just beginning to lighten, not yet the Hour of the Rabbit. Halfway there, Xue Mu bumped into Xue Xue, who was sneaking around in the garden doing something unknown. She laughed secretly in her heart: This girl must have been scolded by my mother again, hiding in this garden daring not go back. So she shouted softly, “Little Snow!”

Xue Xue almost jumped onto the rockery. The paper bag she was holding almost fell to the ground. There were still some crumbs on her mouth. Xue Mu really laughed out loud this time. “Alright, you’re stealing food here. I’m going to tell Madam Feng.”

Xue Xue turned pale with fright and hurriedly rushed in front of Xue Mu, trying to bribe her with the beef puff pastry in the paper bag. “Young Mistress, fresh and hot, very delicious. I grabbed the first batch!”

“You girl, doing nothing early in the morning, just running out to eat.” Xue Mu shook her head. Thinking that there was frequent commotion in the Xue Manor yesterday, and this girl Xue Xue was also busy running around patrolling the manor, staying up all night, she took a small piece of beef puff pastry from the paper bag and said, “Never mind, go back to rest first. Eat openly, what’s the point of hiding in the garden?”

Xue Xue giggled. “I’ll go eat on the roof!” With that, she flew onto the roof. Xue Mu shook her head amusedly. She walked to the other end of the garden, went forward through the small door, and arrived at the courtyard where the guest room was located. Xue Manor guards stood outside the courtyard, bowing one after another upon seeing Xue Mu.

The courtyard was quiet. Xue Mu stood in front of the guest room door; it was equally quiet inside. Master should have fallen asleep. She wondered if her eyes still stung in her sleep. Last night she brought the Snow Wind Blue Flower Pill for Master to take, but Master just pushed the medicine bottle away, saying the pills were useless, her eyes no longer hurt, no different from usual.

But her pupils were still like white mist. How could it be “no different from usual”?

Xue Mu paced in the courtyard for a while, but still decided to sit in the room and wait for Master to wake up.

She pushed the door lightly, but it turned out the door was bolted.

Xue Mu walked towards the small open window. Looking in from the outside, she found Xue Duanhun sitting at the table, her back very straight.

Xue Mu was confused, thinking did Master not sleep? Looking closely, she saw light penetrating from the door, illuminating half of Xue Duanhun’s body, as well as the hand hanging motionless by her right side—

Xue Mu’s mind exploded instantly. She rushed to the door like a madwoman and kicked it open, shouting in panic, “Master—!!”

The light completely illuminated Xue Duanhun’s body, and also clearly illuminated the three bloody holes on her forehead. Strangely, not even a drop of blood flowed out from those holes.

A tragic smile was frozen on Xue Duanhun’s lips. Her eyes were closed; she was already dead.

Xue Mu rushed over to touch her face. The skin under her fingertips hadn’t completely stiffened yet, but it was bone-chillingly cold. Xue Mu felt as if her heart had been stabbed fiercely by an ice pick. Grief and hatred intertwined, blood surged up. She cried out “Master” and fainted, collapsing on the ground.

When Dugu Yuan’an rushed over, Xue Mu was being held in Feng Motian’s arms, slowly waking up. Guards were hurriedly bringing in a coffin. Xue Jinming examined Xue Duanhun’s corpse and sighed with grief.

Seeing the coffin in the courtyard, Xue Mu broke free from Feng Motian’s arms, rushed to the coffin, and smashed it with a palm strike, her eyes red. The guards wanted to step forward to stop the frenzied her, but also received several palm strikes.

Dugu Yuan’an flew forward, her profound internal energy directly knocking the guards away. She embraced Xue Mu’s waist and shouted softly, “Mu’er!”

Xue Mu stood motionless instantly, staring blankly at the smashed coffin for a long time. Then she turned around, picked up Dugu Yuan’an, put her back into the wheelchair, and walked quickly back into the guest room.

Many densely written papers were placed on the table. Xue Duanhun’s handwriting had her own style. Under the condition of blindness, every line of characters was more or less crooked, not straight down.

Xue Mu didn’t even look at the martial arts and insights Xue Duanhun wrote down for her. Instead, she half-knelt down, staring blankly at Xue Duanhun who exuded an aura of death, her throat trembling: “Master… Master, who harmed you?”

The three round holes on Xue Duanhun’s forehead were obviously wounds left by the “Life Lost in the Yellow Springs Claw” move. Since the door was bolted, Xue Duanhun must have committed suicide.

At this moment, Xue Mu’s temples were throbbing with pain, her stomach spasming constantly, surging with a feeling of nausea. She reached out carefully to grab Xue Duanhun’s cold hand hanging by her side, pressing her cheek gently against it, weeping silently.

Dugu Yuan’an pushed the wheelchair to the door. Seeing no bloodstains on Xue Duanhun’s hands, she thought: Could it be that Xue Duanhun used the claw technique to expel internal force from a distance to kill herself? But why did she commit suicide at this time?

Xue Jinming suddenly called out, “Mu’er.”

Immersed in grief, Xue Mu could hardly hear her father calling her.

Xue Jinming said, “Mu’er, here is your master’s suicide note.”

Xue Mu looked up abruptly, strange light bursting from her tearful eyes. She took the paper handed over by Xue Jinming with almost gentle movements, reading the words on it carefully.

Dugu Yuan’an didn’t know what was written in the suicide note. She only saw Xue Mu scanning from top to bottom, the hatred in her eyes deepening, her teeth grinding loudly!

“Mu’er, Mu’er, let me see.” Dugu Yuan’an said. Xue Mu glanced at her, resentment and grief all mixed together in her heart, restless. Barely maintaining her reason, she handed the suicide note over.

Dugu Yuan’an lowered her eyes to scan it, shocked beyond measure in her heart!