OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 978: Who Called Me?

Night falls.

The Liu family seemed to be shrouded by dark clouds.

"Father, Mother! You must save my sister!" Liu Jiru’s face carried a sickly pallor, yet he still fretted over Liu Yingnan, who was imprisoned.

The hall was brightly lit, illuminating Master Liu’s cold and stern expression.

"Save her? Ha, has she not caused enough trouble for our family?"

Master Liu flicked his sleeves angrily, saying, "I could be promoted to a higher rank, but this matter has occurred."

"The Emperor must already know. What I need to think about now is not how to rescue that rebellious daughter, but how to confess to the Emperor!"

Madam Liu contemplated and said, "Master, the current solution might be to sever ties with Yingnan."

"She is locked up now and will surely not be released. Regardless of how the Emperor punishes her, it has nothing to do with our family!"

Liu Jiru looked at his mother in disbelief.

"Mother, how can you say such a thing, she is my sister!"

Madam Liu glanced at her son.

Unhappy, she furrowed her brows: "She is your half-sister. Moreover, it’s not a minor mistake she made."

"She dared to put on a supernatural act in front of the Princess and offended the Fang Family. Unless your father doesn’t care about his career, he would save this trouble-making daughter."

Master Liu fell into silence.

Clearly, he felt Liu Yingnan was not as important as his career.

But would severing ties at this time cause other officials to accuse him of being heartless?

At this moment, Master Liu was concerned entirely with his reputation.

Only Liu Jiru argued vehemently.

"Sister truly has abilities, she would not lie. Her master is the Kunshan Goddess!"

Madam Liu pressed her forehead, seemingly irritated by her son’s naive stupidity.

She sternly explained: "Even the Princess said she is a fraud, all this apprenticeship with the Goddess is merely a guise for deception, don’t you understand yet?"

"But... cough cough cough—!"

Liu Jiru was emotionally agitated and anxious, barely saying a few words before he started coughing violently.

Madam Liu’s expression changed, hurriedly calling for the maid.

"Quick, help young master back to his room. Jiru, drink the medicine and rest, don’t worry about this matter, your father has his own arrangements."

Master Liu also cared for this younger son, hurriedly persuading him: "Jiru, don’t worry, let me think further, you should go and take your medicine."

Liu Jiru unwillingly was urged away.

Yet the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

Years ago, his mother could heartlessly send Liu Yingnan away, ignoring her for ten years.

Could it be that this time, his parents might really sever ties with Liu Yingnan to avoid offending the Emperor?

Liu Jiru worried endlessly.

After all, she was his sister, the only good sister who gave him candy and care when he was young.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiru increasingly hated his own frail, useless body.

He lay by the bedside coughing continuously, his voice akin to a pine branch weighed down in winter, only a withering sound about to fade.

Liu Jiru’s eyes filled with bloodshot, his gaze bewildered and confused.

He muttered: "Kunshan Goddess... Kunshan Goddess... if you truly have spirit, please hear my call, help my sister..."

"Kunshan Goddess..." Liu Jiru whimpered.

His whole chest ached from coughing, body curling up, forehead covered in fine sweat.

Just then, the door was suddenly blown open by a strong wind, extinguishing all the candle lights inside.

Liu Jiru slowly opened his eyes, looking towards the door.

A wave of pink and golden light, countless fireflies.

Among them stood a graceful and ethereal girl.

Zhi’er blinked: "Who is calling me?"