Nodding, he quickly helped Xue Baihua leave.
Xi Fuhong sat dazed on the edge of the bed, unable to come to her senses even after Xue Baihua and Cao Er had left.
Mu Er watched, feeling both angry and helpless.
She regretted bringing Xi Fuhong here in the first place; perhaps letting her die on the streets would have been the best choice.
Now, not only was her master tormented by illness, but also constantly worried about Xi Fuhong.
Whether she got what she wanted or not, it was painful either way.
Should she let her die, or not… it was a struggle.
“She told me to slit my throat and die…” Xi Fuhong’s tears silently fell from her eyes.
To be urged to die by someone who once whispered sweet words in her ear was truly humiliating.
Her heart no longer felt pain, but rather a sense of desolation and reflection.
The Divine Doctor didn’t abandon her, but let her walk away on her own, never to look back… it was even more despairing.
“Master no longer knows what’s right or wrong.
Since you’re still clear-headed, you shouldn’t provoke Master to anger,” Mu Er said, knowing she was also at fault, but unwilling to show weakness in front of Xi Fuhong.
Her tone was not as sharp as before, carrying a hint of persuasion.
Right now, Xue Baihua was like a willful child; as long as she was appeased, things would be peaceful.
But Xi Fuhong refused to compromise.
She knew her master wanted stability from her, but she wouldn’t give it.
“Cao Er has returned and will send you away later,” to prevent any major disaster.
Xi Fuhong was bewildered by these words.
“Send me away… where to?” Her voice was as small as a mosquito’s, truly not knowing where to go.
“Anywhere is fine.
Keeping you by Master’s side will only add to her troubles.
It’s better if you leave, out of sight, out of mind.” These words sounded harsh but were sincere.
Mu Er picked up the sword from the ground, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in her hand, despite its light weight.
She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of feelings her master had when she told Xi Fuhong to end her life.
It was truly heartbreaking.
Seeing Xi Fuhong’s tear-stained eyes, Mu Er suddenly tightened her grip on the sword.
“The medicine in your system is still active,” she said, taking out a pill from her pocket and handing it over.
“Take it, it’ll let you sleep until the effects wear off, so you won’t suffer much on the road.” Xi Fuhong blinked and took the pill without hesitation.
She had nothing left; if she could leave, she would.
Staying held no meaning.
But when she thought of Xue Baihua shielding her from that sword, her chest felt heavy.
At that moment, she indeed hated Xue Baihua’s selfishness, but the Divine Doctor’s change of heart stopped her.
What was Xue Baihua thinking? Did she want her dead or not?
As drowsiness overtook her, Xi Fuhong closed her eyes, letting everything fade away in dreams. Mu Er watched Xi Fuhong’s steady breathing, seemingly in a deep sleep.
She sheathed the sword and threw it out the window, then slowly leaned closer to Xi Fuhong.
Looking at her peaceful face, with traces of dried tears on her cheeks, Mu Er whispered, “Once you leave this time, don’t come back.” It was both a plea and a warning.
She didn’t want to see her master suffer, nor did she want to see Xi Fuhong again.
As the medicine boy raised by her master, she should ensure her master’s peaceful remaining years.
If her master suffered because of Xi Fuhong, she shouldn’t be kept around.
Sending her away was the best choice.
Mu Er made plans for her master, and by evening, Xi Fuhong was sent away in a carriage.
Watching the carriage gradually disappear, Mu Er felt even heavier in heart, so she couldn’t help but reach out to hold Cao Er’s hand.
The two seemed to have a mutual understanding; Cao Er didn’t blame Mu Er.
The sisters’ figures appeared small on the street, their young faces showing a hint of maturity.
Everyone has someone they want to protect.
The sisters only wished to protect their master, nothing more.
The carriage swayed, and Xi Fuhong gradually woke up.
She didn’t know how long she had slept.
Just as she opened her eyes, the carriage suddenly jolted violently and then came to an abrupt stop.
Outside, she heard the horses neighing and the driver exclaiming before falling silent.
Sensing something was wrong, Xi Fuhong wondered if they had been intercepted by bandits.
But before she could think further, she was pulled out of the carriage by a pair of hands.
The world spun, and with the medicine’s effects not fully worn off, Xi Fuhong felt dizzy and nauseous but couldn’t vomit.
Looking up, she couldn’t see anything under the dark night sky.
She was held in someone’s arms, feeling warmth and a familiar scent.
Before she could recall anything, she was tapped on a sleep point and passed out again.
“Sister… doing this is kidnapping, it’s not right,” a deep male voice said.
Approaching was a man with a straight posture, none other than the current Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Chen Tanghe.
He was dressed in all black, like a thief, covering his face, with a long sword in hand and a horse by his side.
Kidnapping? Thinking of this, he unconsciously tightened his hold on the person in his arms.
“So what if it is? As long as there’s hope, I won’t give up,” replied Luo Qingcheng, dressed in the same black attire.
She looked down at Xi Fuhong’s sleeping face, feeling warmth in her chest.
The day the Hulong Secret Treasure opened, she was filled with loss and anxiety.
After learning that Xi Fuhong left with Xiao Qiyu, she felt inexplicably betrayed.
She had promised to let Xi Fuhong go.
So why the sense of betrayal?
“Sister… is this news true?” Chen Tanghe hesitated.
The rumor of the Hulong Secret Treasure being empty had spread throughout Jianghu.
After that day, his sister disappeared without a trace.
When Luo Qingcheng finally returned, the first thing she said was to find Xi Fuhong.
Despite his concerns, Chen Tanghe searched for information and learned she was with Xue Baihua.
Just as they planned to intercept her, Xi Fuhong was sent out.
“The Hulong Secret Treasure was a lie.
I fought hard for it, so what’s this compared to that?” Luo Qingcheng said, mounting the black horse with Xi Fuhong.
She positioned Xi Fuhong in front, holding her tightly.
Feeling her weight against her chest, her heart felt at ease.
The previous anxiety and restlessness were replaced with a sense of calm, as if nothing else mattered.
Chen Tanghe watched Luo Qingcheng smile faintly, his brows furrowing.
“Sister, this time there’s no Tiger Dragon Treasure as an excuse.
If Miss Xi wakes up, how will you explain your actions?” His sister’s stubbornness was astonishing.
Her obstinate nature wasn’t new, but this time… it was glaring.
“Explain?” Luo Qingcheng scoffed.
“Why explain anything to a wicked servant? Just lock her up, imprison her.”
“Sister! Miss Xi may be Gui Po’s servant, but with Gui Po missing, she has no ties to Gui Po anymore.
Your reasoning is too far-fetched,” Chen Tanghe argued.
He didn’t want to see Luo Qingcheng satisfied over a girl, even though she always spoke harshly to Xi Fuhong.
He couldn’t ignore her concern for her.
Luo Qingcheng paused, her hand hovering over Xi Fuhong’s cheek.
Too far-fetched? “What explanation does Brother want to hear from Sister?” Luo Qingcheng’s eyes were cold, with a hint of danger.
“Brother only hopes Sister won’t make more mistakes,” Chen Tanghe replied, unflinching.
What mistake? What more mistake? Luo Qingcheng suddenly smiled, her beauty living up to her name, unforgettable.
Under the cold moonlight, she wore dark blue instead of her usual red, her ghostly beauty striking.
Luo Qingcheng held the person in her arms tightly, causing Xi Fuhong’s sleeping face to show a hint of pain.
But Luo Qingcheng didn’t let go, her cold fingers smoothing the frown on her face, her eyes devoid of warmth or affection.
She didn’t even know why she felt this way.
Originally, she captured Xi Fuhong to open the secret treasure.
Now that it was over, what excuse did she have to keep her? Or rather, why did she want to keep her? This girl was truly interesting, not only deceived by Jianghu…
