Xi Fuhong’s calf, she had already anticipated that after Cao Er saw it, she would suffer some physical pain, so she wasn’t too surprised.
However, Mu Er approached with a serious expression.
Xi Fuhong thought she was also going to hit her, so she quickly backed away, but Mu Er grabbed her.
“What’s wrong with Master?” Mu Er asked in a deep voice.
Seeing Xi Fuhong’s puzzled look, she added, “Master’s complexion looks very bad.
Are you feeling unwell?”
“Just now, Divine Doctor said she was cold, so she came over to hug me for warmth,” Xi Fuhong explained with a nod.
Mu Er seemed thoughtful after hearing this and let go of Xi Fuhong before jumping onto the carriage herself.
Just as they were about to set off, they were blocked by the townspeople who had come to watch the show.
The townspeople were leaving slowly because the zombie had been placed in a coffin, and it just so happened that the people from Bi Xuan Palace needed to pass through, so the street was cleared for the carriage carrying the coffin to pass.
Xi Fuhong shrank her neck, not daring to look too much, but was drawn by the pointing and talking of the people around her.
She couldn’t help but glance over, and that glance scared her solid.
She saw Qin Ke Yun driving the carriage, Xiao Qiyu sitting next to her, Fang Qi Er sitting on the coffin, and Luo Qingcheng following on horseback.
In an instant, without thinking, she jumped off the carriage and squatted on the ground, curling up and trembling.
Cao Er was startled by her actions, and no matter how much she called out, Xi Fuhong refused to get up.
Just as she was about to jump down and pull Xi Fuhong up, a pair of pale, bloodless hands suddenly grabbed Cao Er: “…Return to the inn immediately!”
Author’s note: No preview for the next chapter, but a warning for the next chapter: Attention, dear readers—those with weak hearts or who are prone to tears, proceed with caution in the next chapter! PS: Please put away your weapons, Zhuozhuo is not a target, haha.
☆ Chapter 26: Unexpected Visitor
Earlier, the Caomu Sisters quickly drove back to Wanglai Inn, settled Xue Baihua, and then left in a hurry.
At this time, Xi Fuhong had been sitting at the bedside for over an hour.
In the next room, Xue Baihua was asleep.
She didn’t know why the Caomu Sisters were so flustered, only that Xue Baihua seemed unwell again.
She wasn’t worried about the Divine Doctor’s health because those two little disciples would naturally take good care of her.
Turning over to lie on her side, Xi Fuhong wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, as if nothing could harm her this way.
The scene she had seen not long ago flashed through her mind, and she couldn’t help but start trembling.
She had known that people from Bi Xuan Palace had entered Tonghui City and had a feeling she would see Xiao Qiyu, but why was Luo Qingcheng here too?…
“Never mind,” she said, turning over to face down, “Xi Fuhong is going to sleep now, not thinking about anything.”
It seemed that only by reminding herself this way could she feel a little more at ease.
But how could she sleep? The body wrapped in the quilt twisted like a worm, sometimes sitting up dejectedly, sometimes falling back onto the bed talking to herself.
In short, she was almost suffocated by the depression in her chest, unable to calm down.
As long as she thought of Xiao Qiyu, she would think of betrayal, and when she thought of Luo Qingcheng, she would think of pain.
“Can’t I just have a good sleep…” Before she could finish her sentence, the window frame creaked, interrupting her.
Her face changed slightly, and just as Xi Fuhong was about to get up, she was scared back onto the bed by a flash of yellow.
A figure jumped into Xi Fuhong’s room in an instant.
Before she could scream, the person had already silenced her pressure point.
She opened her mouth to scream but found that no sound came out, and she could only shrink into the corner of the bed in despair, not daring to move.
The person closed the window, then went to the door to check, and after confirming no one was there, returned to Xi Fuhong.
“Hehe, don’t you recognize your sister so quickly?” The person in yellow took off the mask on her face, and a beautiful face appeared before her eyes.
Her bright eyes turned, smiling at Xi Fuhong.
Blood rushed backward, and Xi Fuhong’s face turned pale.
How could she not recognize her? It was she who caused her to be harmed when she left the valley, it was she who abandoned her and fled far away, it was she who subjected her to all kinds of unbearable humiliation! How could she forget!
“Oh dear, Xi sister is so cold, and I went everywhere looking for you,” Shi Cuiyan tried to approach Xi Fuhong, but seeing her full of vigilance, she had to step back.
“I know you won’t forget me, this time I bring you good news,” Shi Cuiyan whispered, lowering her body, “I found the grave of Gui Po.”
Hearing this, Xi Fuhong widened her eyes at Shi Cuiyan, but immediately remembered the lesson of being deceived and was half-believing.
“I’m not lying to you this time, wait a moment,” she took out a silk handkerchief from her clothes and handed it over, “Gui Po said you would believe it when you see this.”
Xi Fuhong snatched it.
The dark blue silk handkerchief was soft, with two flying magpies embroidered at the bottom, adorned with a few peonies.
She immediately recognized it as a handkerchief that her grandmother cherished very much, always carrying it with her.
Now that the handkerchief was with Shi Cuiyan, she must have seen her grandmother!
“Take me to her!” Xi Fuhong excitedly grabbed Shi Cuiyan’s arm.
“Don’t rush, sister, it’s not the right time yet,” she tried to comfortingly pat Xi Fuhong’s hand, but as soon as she touched her, Xi Fuhong dodged, so she laughed dryly, “Tonight at midnight, I’ll wait for you at the north gate.
Remember, don’t let anyone see you, and don’t bring any luggage.”
“And then you’ll take me to see grandmother?” Xi Fuhong asked cautiously.
Shi Cuiyan felt a bit uncomfortable being distrusted, but since she had indeed deceived her before, she could only smile and nod.
Xi Fuhong still felt uneasy, but this was the most important opportunity to see her grandmother.
If she missed it, she would have no way to find Shi Cuiyan again.
“Midnight, north gate, I’ll be there,” Xi Fuhong said seriously, planning to take a gamble.
Shi Cuiyan was a bit lost seeing her like this.
How did she seem like a different person after just a few months? The naive village girl who believed everything she was told now seemed to have secrets and even doubted her.
She shook off her doubts and was about to tease her when she suddenly heard a noise and quickly turned her head towards the door.
“See you there,” she said, and then leaped out of the window.
Almost simultaneously, Xi Fuhong’s door was opened by Xue Baihua.
Her face was unusually pale, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily, almost fainting as she leaned against the door, scanning the room.
Xi Fuhong quickly hid the silk handkerchief under the quilt and got off the bed.
“…Divine Doctor? What’s wrong with you?” She felt a bit scared seeing Xue Baihua like this.
There was no charm, no allure, only a cold and unfamiliar Xue Baihua.
“…Was there someone in your room just now?” Xue Baihua asked, her voice somewhat hoarse.
“No one, just me,” Xi Fuhong said, a bit flustered but quickly covering it up.
She wanted to help Xue Baihua, but was pushed away, watching the white figure stumble to the window, open the shutter, and see only the crowd below, with nothing else around.
Xi Fuhong thought she had been discovered that Shi Cuiyan had been there, but seeing her calmly close the window, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“…Who was that person?” Xue Baihua asked dangerously, squinting her eyes.
“I said, just me, no one else,” Xi Fuhong felt uncomfortable being stared at and was about to slip away, but was suddenly pushed onto the bed, and as she turned over, Xue Baihua pressed down on her.
“Is it Xiao Qiyu? Luo Qingcheng? Or Shi Cuiyan?” Each word was like a needle, piercing Xi Fuhong’s heart.
She struggled desperately, and the sickly Xue Baihua was naturally no match for her.
With a twist and a push, Xue Baihua fell awkwardly to the ground.
Xi Fuhong was momentarily stunned, hesitating whether to help him up.
Suddenly, she felt her legs tighten as Xue Baihua’s belt wrapped around her ankles, leaving her no way to escape.
“Xue Baihua, you…”
