The Tenth Record, "Releasing Long-Held Emotions: Riding the Wind and Waves."

Madam!Subin's voice brought her back to the present from the old memories. The dim light shone on Subin's pale face, tightly pursed lips, and raised eyebrows, which were still reminiscent of the past. However, something had finally changed, finally different from the past.

Thinking of you, he bent down to help, but she was pushed away in anger. At that moment, the train happened to stop, and the inertia caused her to fall to the ground with the push.

Nianqing slowly stood up, supporting himself with the chair, and gently smoothed the hem of his cheongsam in silence. "Ziqian, stop being willful," she said without anger, still looking at him with a tolerant gaze. "You are already a man, there are many things waiting for you to take on, no one can replace you in fulfilling your responsibilities." Her voice was low, but it felt like a resounding slap across his face.

Nianqing turned his head, not letting him see the glistening water in her eyes. "Every time I look at his premature gray hair, I can't help but wonder when I can remove the thorn you planted in his heart," she said. When Huo Ziqian heard this, his eyes trembled deeply, and there was also an unwilling disbelief.

Huo Ziqian's lips trembled slightly, and there was a hint of mist in his ears. He only heard her say, "If I have nine points of disappointment towards Nian Qiao, Zhongheng has ten points of disappointment towards you; but I have ten points of guilt towards Nian Qiao, Zhongheng has twelve points of guilt towards you. I no longer meet with Nian Qiao, but still write to her every day, just not sending them out; Zhongheng rarely mentions you in front of me, never admits missing you, but... Do you know?..."

Madam, listen to me this time, don't delay. Ziqian said anxiously, "Do you know that the real danger is not from the Fu family who wants to detain us, but from..." He paused and showed her the wound he had been holding under his hand. "Someone else tried to assassinate me!"

Huishu was both afraid and nervous, mechanically obeying the doctor's orders, and dare not turn her head to look. Hearing the doctor say, "Only two points away from injuring the internal organs, it's really too dangerous!"

As she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her wrist, and it turned out to be Ziqian who had caught her.

He opened his eyes, and his voice was weak but clear, "I'm not going to the hospital."

Mrs. Hough sighed, faced with Mr. Huo's stubbornness, but showed an unusual gentle attitude, softly saying to the three people beside her, "You all go out first."

Raising the cup to the eyebrows, bowing down in reverence. With this kneel, she fulfilled the late Lady's wish and acknowledged her identity as a concubine. Throughout the difficult journey, what she sought was not status, but an equal position and a fair and righteous affection. She did not want to fulfill the prophecy of "a short life, pitying you to be a concubine," but in the end, she still kneeled and acknowledged her status as a concubine—no matter who the outside world called Lady Huo, in front of the deceased, in front of her husband and son, Shen Nianqing accepted the title of concubine. She did not want to fulfill the prophecy of "a short life, pitying you to be a concubine," but in the end, she still kneeled and acknowledged her status as a concubine—no matter who the outside world called Lady Huo, in front of the deceased, in front of her husband and son, Shen Nianqing accepted the title of concubine.

Her voice choked up, unable to continue speaking. He also couldn't bear to listen anymore, feeling warmth on his cheeks as tears rolled down without knowing when.

He propped up his body, his eyes filled with pain. "I don't want to tarnish my father's reputation. He shouldn't have a son like me. It would be better if he considered me dead out there. There's no need to look for me to go back." These words seemed to drain all his strength. His trembling arms, supporting him on the edge of the bed, gave way as Huo Ziqian weakly fell to the bedside.

Huo Ziqian lowered his gaze, "He said he will never forgive me."

Xu Zheng stopped and looked at her, his brow furrowed with anxiety. "Go back, you can't help here." Before Hui Shu could speak, he had already walked away in large strides, as if something urgent had happened. This made Hui Shu even more restless and uneasy. She had no intention of going back to rest. After waiting for a while, suddenly Lady Huo's urgent voice came from inside the door: "Zi Qian--."

Ziqian shook his head, "I don't know who is behind the assassin, but I do know that apart from the Fu family, there must be others who want to send assassins after us."

The door was gently closed, leaving only this pair of nominal stepmother and stepson in the room, who were two people of similar age. Nian Qing withdrew his hand from his hot and sweaty palm and said lightly, "It's not up to you. Xu Zheng has already arranged to go to the hospital at the next stop." Huo Ziqian's lips were bloodless, and his chest was blocked for a while, unable to speak.

Hui Shu couldn't bear it anymore. She gritted her teeth and pushed the door open. The scene in front of her made her suddenly stunned. She saw Huo Ziqian half lying on the bed, the quilt lifted, and his white shirt untied. There was a large patch of scarlet below his ribs. The doctor was supporting his body and injecting medicine for him. Mrs. Huo held him in her arms and called his name, but he seemed to have no strength at all. His body slid down heavily, making Mrs. Huo unable to support him.

Xu Zheng was quick-witted and decisive. On the one hand, he sent someone to rush back to the station to inform Nian Qing, causing the car to fall into the river. On the other hand, he created a false impression of the car being destroyed and people killed, secretly snatched another car, took a shortcut to catch up with the special train, and met with Nian Qing. When the Fu family learned of the news that Zi Qian had been assassinated and died, they could not explain to the Huo family. They simply sent trusted aides to intercept them at the station. At that time, the situation was unclear, and the Fu family did not dare to openly detain the Huo Lady's special train at the station. They lied that Huo's son was suddenly ill and wanted to deceive Nian Qing back to the city. Nian Qing, who was already prepared, went along with the flow and said that since Zi Qian was ill, it was not appropriate to start the journey immediately. It would be better to stay in Beiping to recuperate with peace of mind, and it would be reassuring to have the future Yue family take care of him. The trusted aides of the Fu family had no choice but to watch her board the train and leave.

Nonsense. Lady Hua softened her voice and said, "Stop talking and rest well."

The train gradually slowed down, and lights occasionally swept in through the white lace curtains outside the window. Huo Ziqian suddenly looked up and said, "Don't stop the train. I can make it through. Stopping halfway will definitely be dangerous!"

Thinking deeply of you, "This time I come to Beiping, the only wish is to help Zhongheng get his son back."

Huo Zhongheng came out of his bedroom upon hearing the news, in a fit of rage, without even changing his nightgown. As soon as he saw Ziqian, his face turned pale. Without saying a word, he ordered someone to bring him his horse whip. Nianqing knew it was bad and hurried Ziqian to leave, but Huo Zhongheng had already ordered his attendants to close the gate. The whip made of cow tendons soaked in tung oil was held in Huo Zhongheng's hand. Even a spirited horse would find it hard to withstand it. Any soldier who had been whipped by the general's whip would shudder at the mere mention of it. The first lash struck Ziqian, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees. The tip of the whip drew blood and splattered onto Nianqing's cheek. Despite her pleading, the enraged Huo Zhongheng paid no attention to anyone and continued to lash out with his whip. Ziqian gritted his teeth and endured the beating without begging for mercy. Finally, the sound of shattered porcelain put an end to the deadly whipping, as well as to Huo Zhongheng's rage and Ziqian's pain.

On the day, Dan Rizi stood coldly in front of his father, congratulated him, and congratulated Nian Qing. He said that his aunt was very happy and he congratulated her. In response, Huo Zhongheng raised his hand and slapped him. He refused to attend the wedding and told the waiting newspaper reporters outside that the Huo family did not recognize the marriage. The next morning after the wedding, he brought his mother's portrait to the outside of the new house, enshrined it in the hall, and waited for his aunt to offer tea in front of the main lady's spirit. The servants were too scared to report his actions. A large portrait of his deceased mother was placed outside the happy wedding room, which was beyond ominous. The next morning after the wedding, he brought his mother's portrait to the outside of the new house, enshrined it in the hall, and waited for his aunt to offer tea in front of the main lady's spirit. The servants were too scared to report his actions. A large portrait of his deceased mother was placed outside the happy wedding room, which was beyond ominous.

Does he no longer hate me? Huo Ziqian murmured, his gaze as fragile as a child's.

What you want to say, I'll say it for you, it's nothing more than being afraid that Lao Fu will catch up with you, right? Nianqing looked at him, with a hint of complex tenderness in his eyes. "You pretend to be strong and hide things from me, it's because you're angry with me and afraid that I'll find out and delay your journey, being caught up by pursuers, right?" Huo Ziqian tightly pursed his lips, his face pale, and remained silent. Nianqing stared at him for a while, and said with a bitter smile, "You father and son are the same even when being foolish. In these three years, he has tried every means to find you. He says he treats you as dead, but he feels guilty every moment." She looked a bit absent-minded. "He's such a person who can't be defeated by anything, but only you can make his temples turn white... just because he's your father."

Nian Qing froze, almost suspecting that he had misheard. On that day, he was beaten to the point of near death by his father, but he still refused to address her as "Madam". He firmly believed that there could only be one Lady Huo, and that was his biological mother. This was his mother's dying wish, as well as the final outburst of the woman who had endured silently throughout her life - Lady Huo could only be one. She wanted the world to know that she had fought for her status her whole life, and no one could take it away from her. This was his mother's dying wish, as well as the final outburst of the woman who had endured silently throughout her life - Lady Huo could only be one. She wanted the world to know that she had fought for her status her whole life, and no one could take it away from her. After her death, she wanted Huo Zhongheng to only take concubines and not remarry. No woman could replace her position as the rightful wife.

Ziqian. Lady Huo called out his name softly and said, "Be patient, it will be over soon." He struggled slightly in her arms, trying to push her away. She gently patted his back, as if soothing a baby. He quieted down, obediently closed his eyes and stopped resisting. His face was as pale as paper, but his cheeks were flushed.

Nianqing stood in front of the portrait of the original wife, Lady Huo, and smashed the bone china teapot heavily onto the ground, causing tea to flow and porcelain to splatter... ... However, she calmly held a full teacup in her hand, turned around, and knelt down towards the portrait.

Madam, the pillow! Huishu rushed forward and grabbed the pillow to support his back. Finally, when she came closer, she could clearly see the wound. It seemed to be injured by a sharp weapon, with the skin and flesh rolled up, the infected wound cracked open, and terrifying pus and blood flowing out. The doctor was preparing to clean the wound and seeing her arrival at the right time, he instructed her to assist on the side.

As Nian Qing gazed at him, her eyes were complex. "Since you knew it was dangerous, why did you still run away?" The speed of the car slowed down, and finally entered the platform. The lights outside the window became brighter and brighter, making Huo Ziqian's face even paler.

The medicine bottle hangs by the bedside. The doctor has already inserted an intravenous drip into his hand. The medicine drips down, drop by drop. Mrs. Hough lowers her voice, anxiously asking, "His fever is getting worse. Can he hold on until we reach the hospital?"

霍子谦 hesitantly opened his mouth, not knowing how to address her. In the past, he would only call her Miss Shen or Madam Shen, even if the word "Madam Shen" resulted in a slap from his father, he would not loosen his tongue. But now, what should he call her?

The arrest of Huo Ziqian for participating in the student movement is a secret that both the Fu and Huo families have been trying to cover up. It is also a leverage that Fu Jiayong used to blackmail Huo Zhongheng. Apart from each other, there should not be a third party who knows that Huo Ziqian is in the hands of the Fu family.

However, the flesh and blood body is ultimately not made of iron, until the infection worsened and caused a fever, it could no longer be concealed.