Chapter 580 Mother, Help! This Person Is Going to Kill Me!
Gu Nuoâer fluttered her long eyelashes and greeted him in a childish voice.
âThe doorman uncle~ Are Uncle Bai and the others at home?â
After saying that, she scratched her face with her fair and tender hand.
âElder Brother Siming hasnât come to look for me to play for two days!â
The doorman quickly explained, âRecently, a relative came to our house and caused a huge commotion. Master and Madam had a headache because of this and Young Master even made a moveâ¦â
âHe made a move?â Gu Nuoâer immediately widened her eyes.
The doorman led Gu Nuoâer toward the main hall.
He looked anxious like he wanted to get reinforcements. âThatâs right! Those people seem to be Madamâs family. They donât have good intentions when they come looking for us now! However, theyâre being shameless. Your Highness will know when you see them later.â
Before the two of them entered the main hall, Gu Nuoâer heard a rough and old voiceâ
âYouâre my daughter after all, so why canât I come to see you? Fuling is your sister. She just lost her husband not long ago. If you donât take care of her, are you waiting for me, who has one foot into my graveyard, to take care of her?!â
Right on the heels of that, Madam Bai replied angrily, âWhen I was nine years old, you guys chased me out of the house. We havenât seen each other for so many years, but the moment I arrived, you asked me to serve an orphan and a widow. What right do you have?â
âElder Sisterâ¦â A weak and sobbing voice called out, âIf it werenât for the fact that my child is still young, I wouldnât have come to trouble you and Brother-in-law. Youâve married a general and are leading a good life. Please help us mother and son.â
âDonât call me Elder Sister! Back then, you slandered me for stealing the familyâs money to get me chased out of the house by Mother. Do you think Iâve forgotten?â Madam Bai flicked her sleeves and said coldly.
Her expression was firm as she gritted her teeth. âIn short, my husband and I wonât take you in. Youâll take a boat back to Nanxiang tomorrow!â
Gu Nuoâer waved her small hand, indicating for the doorman to not say anything first.
She stood at the side of the door and listened quietly.
Nanxiang?
She seemed to have seen it on her fatherâs map before.
It seemed to be a small city that was a little far away!
Gu Nuoâer slowly stuck her head in and took a look.
Bai Yiâs expression was tense as he sat on the chair. Madam Bai sat on his right. Both of their expressions didnât look too good.
A woman was kneeling on the ground, wearing white embroidered clothes.
Her back was facing Gu Nuoâer and she couldnât see her face.
She could only tell from her slightly trembling shoulders that the woman was crying.
On the chair at the side sat an old man in his sixties.
He was holding a white cloth to his forehead and he looked like someone who wasnât easy to get along with.
Gu Nuoâer blinked.
Elder Brother Siming wasnât here either?
The old man slapped the armrest of the chair and said, âWhy are you so heartless? Iâm your father after all! Itâs fine if you donât want to support me, but I was even injured to this extent by your adopted son!
âIf word gets out that youâve allowed your adopted son to hit your father, heh, General Baiâs reputation will probably not be good!â
Madam Bai immediately frowned and shouted angrily, âIf you guys donât throw a tantrum and make a ruckus, Siming wonât have hurt anyone while trying to protect me!â
At this moment, a childâs shrill cry came from the other side of the corridorâ
âLet go of me! Mother, Mother, help! This person wants to kill me!â
Gu Nuoâer quickly stood up and looked over as she blinked her watery eyes.
Elder Brother Siming, whom she had not seen for two days, held a longsword in his left hand and a boy kicking around in his right.
His arrogant eyes were filled with cold killing intent.
It was as if he was preparing to bring the boy to the main hall to kill him!
However, when Ye Siming saw Gu Nuoâer standing at the door and blinking her big eyes at himâ¦
Ye Siming was stunned and the cold expression on his face eased a lot.
With a crisp clang, he threw the sword to the ground.