Xi Fuhong was tormented and mistaken for a medicine person, deceived by Bi Xuan Palace, and even after being betrayed and tasting the pain, she was willing to bear the name of Gui Po and return to Wulin Branch.
Knowing there was no way back, she refused to retreat.
After the secret treasure was opened, the peaceful days she longed for were just a dream.
What was left for her? What do you still have? And what do I have? In over twenty years, was there a single day of peace? After the bloodbath of the Luo Family, could she forget the hatred? The fear is that hatred has merged with her nature, even showing pity for this little villain seems clumsy…
Luo Qingcheng admired Xi Fuhong from the bottom of her heart, admired her ability to get back up after falling, no matter how painful or deep the fall.
“Yet it’s so sad…” This sentence was lost in the wind, unheard by anyone.
Chen Tanghe clenched his fist, then mounted his horse.
“This time… will you kill Miss Xi?”
He didn’t understand Luo Qingcheng, so he couldn’t help but ask.
Luo Qingcheng raised her hand to spur her horse, disappearing into the night.
Will you kill Miss Xi? Chen Tanghe’s question echoed in Luo Qingcheng’s mind.
She never thought of killing her, never.
“…The wound is more painful than death.” Luo Qingcheng tightened her arms, warmth spreading from her chest.
A girl who lost her parents to a bloodbath at a young age, bearing the burden of revenge while losing everything.
She understands what hatred is, what pain is… After numbness, she forgot what love is.
But she knows that sometimes the wound is more painful than death, so she won’t kill Xi Fuhong, only hoping to…
Hate her, remember her.
When Xi Fuhong woke up, her head was heavy, but heavier was the shackle on her neck.
Her fingers brushed over the cold metal, and as she propped herself up, she heard a clatter.
Looking down, she saw an iron chain, its end embedded in the wall.
Her face turned pale as she recalled being intercepted in her carriage last night and then taken away.
But who took her away? She had no impression.
Looking around, the bedroom was neat and elegant, not like a place to imprison someone.
But why use a chain to bind her?
Who is it?
Xi Fuhong tugged at the chain a few times, and the wooden door suddenly opened, revealing the answer.
Luo Qingcheng, back to her usual red, her cold face lacking its usual aura, yet still giving off an intimidating presence.
She walked straight up, sat familiarly on the edge of the bed, and deftly unhooked the chain from Xi Fuhong’s hand.
“To prevent you from escaping, it’s no big deal.” Luo Qingcheng raised her eyes, seeing Xi Fuhong’s pale face.
“You, why did you capture me? Tiger Dragon Cave is over… you can’t keep me locked up…”
Xi Fuhong shrank back into the bed, but Luo Qingcheng pulled her back.
Seeing Xi Fuhong’s evasive look, her heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, not painful but not without feeling.
“For you, it may be over, but for me, it’s not,” Luo Qingcheng domineeringly pulled Xi Fuhong’s shoulder, forcing her to look at her.
“Right now, you are the key to unlocking the secret treasure.
As long as there’s hope, I won’t let you go, understand? I, Luo Qingcheng, won’t let you go.”
The double entendre made Xi Fuhong tremble all over.
“No! I don’t want to stay here! Let me go… please let me go…”
Xi Fuhong pleaded bitterly.
“This chain is to prevent you from escaping, so what’s the use of begging me now?” Luo Qingcheng released her grip on Xi Fuhong’s shoulder, instead holding her chin and leaning closer.
“If you dare to have any ideas, I won’t let you off easily.
This chain may be around your neck, but it won’t lock you to the bed.
If you don’t behave, I’ll cripple your legs, so you won’t even think of escaping.”
These words from Luo Qingcheng were full of intimidation.
Xi Fuhong understood, she meant what she said.
“In the future, I’ll move the study next door, so I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts.
Stay put, and I won’t make things difficult for you.” Luo Qingcheng stood up, not waiting for Xi Fuhong to reply, and left the bedroom.
Xi Fuhong sat dazed on the bed, the restraint on her neck making it hard to breathe.
It wasn’t really that heavy, but the thoughts weighing on her heart were troubling her, leaving her restless.
Luo Qingcheng said she still had value, but what value did she have? From beginning to end, she was just a servant of Wu Feng Valley, what value could she have?
She wanted to laugh, but couldn’t, wanted to cry, but couldn’t make a sound.
This stay lasted several days.
During these days, Xi Fuhong was temporarily at peace.
She stayed in the room all day, the chain only long enough for her to pace around the room.
When she reached the door, the chain would immediately tighten painfully around her neck.
The only consolation was that Luo Qingcheng hadn’t come again.
Although she said she moved the study next door, she hadn’t been seen since the first day, which made Xi Fuhong slightly relieved.
She leaned by the window, looking at the unchanging courtyard scenery outside.
Perhaps it was a remote courtyard, she rarely heard any noise from outside while staying in the room.
Apart from the maid who brought her meals and bath buckets, she hadn’t seen anyone else in the house.
So be it, her identity was that of a prisoner…
Thinking of the initial imprisonment treatment, Xi Fuhong immediately frowned.
She shook her head vigorously to shake off the memories.
Those tragic memories, she’d rather not recall.
Each time she thought of it, it was like being hurt again.
At this moment, she heard light footsteps in the courtyard.
Xi Fuhong immediately knew it was the maid bringing food.
After a while, she indeed saw a young maid carrying a meal into the room.
“Miss, it’s time to eat.” The young maid stood respectfully by the table, not showing any arrogance towards a prisoner.
Xi Fuhong wasn’t deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, but if she really behaved obediently, she feared she wouldn’t be able to leave alive.
“I’m not eating, take it away.” Xi Fuhong looked out the window, trying not to look at the fragrant dishes on the table.
In fact, she had already gone two meals hungry, doing this to protest the chain on her neck.
Luo Qingcheng knew she couldn’t fight, even without the chain, what ability did she have to escape? This chain was no different from a dog leash, and she didn’t like it.
“Miss, you haven’t eaten for a long time, it could harm your health.” The young maid said nervously, looking at Xi Fuhong.
“This chain is too tight, I can’t eat.” Xi Fuhong pointed to the iron ring and said.
Seeing this, the young maid was helpless.
She carried the tray out of the bedroom, her heart in turmoil.
She was ordered by the family head to take care of Miss Xi.
If Miss Xi starved to death or got sick from hunger, Luo Family Head would surely skin her! Thinking of this, the young maid hurriedly put the tray back in the kitchen and rushed to the hall, just in time to see Luo Qingcheng sending off Chen Tanghe, about to return to the study.
“Luo, Luo Family Head!” The young maid called out, panting.
Luo Qingcheng looked at her coldly, without speaking.
The young maid was so nervous under her gaze that she hesitated, “Family head, Miss Xi… she refuses to eat…”
“When did it start?” Luo Qingcheng asked in a deep voice, with a hint of anger.
“Yesterday noon…” The young maid lowered her head even more, expecting to be scolded, but Luo Qingcheng suddenly left.
She didn’t blame the young maid because she knew in her heart that Xi Fuhong always liked to drink penalty wine, not listening to good words, always thinking of little ideas.
Luo Qingcheng suppressed her anger, calmly had the kitchen make a bowl of millet porridge, and personally brought it to Xi Fuhong’s room.
As expected, Xi Fuhong was surprised to see her.
Like a child caught doing something wrong by an adult.
Seeing her, Xi Fuhong nervously shrank back into the chair.
Luo Qingcheng closed the door, placed the ceramic bowl on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down straight.
Her calm eyes…
