My name is Xi Fuhong.
Xi Fuhong, Ah Fu… How could she forget? Her eyes warmed, and Xue Baihua silently shed tears.
Seeing her suddenly cry, Xi Fuhong was flustered.
Xue Baihua stepped forward, grabbed Xi Fuhong’s clothes, and knelt on the ground.
Xi Fuhong looked at her helplessly, quickly squatting down as well.
Seeing her cry so pitifully, his heart felt as if it was being squeezed.
He unconsciously reached out to wipe away the tears on Xue Baihua’s face, very worried.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Xi Fuhong frowned and thought for a moment, “Or is Xiang Yin treating you badly? It’s okay, although Xiang Yin is quite harsh with the servants, as long as you listen, it will be fine.
How about I talk to Xiang Yin next time? Ask her not to be too strict with you, okay?”
No matter how Xi Fuhong comforted her, Xue Baihua’s tears never stopped.
Xi Fuhong sighed, suddenly noticing the flowers nearby.
She picked a yellow flower and handed it to Xue Baihua.
“You said your name is Hua’er, right? This is also a Hua’er.
Look, if it gets beaten by the rain, it won’t be beautiful.
The blooming period is short, so we should cherish it while it blooms, right? So don’t cry anymore, or your face won’t be beautiful.”
Though a bit childish and clumsy, this comfort warmed the heart.
“Hua’er is so pretty, it would be a shame to have red eyes from crying.
You should smile more,” Xi Fuhong said, wiping the tear stains from her face with his sleeve.
“This flower is for you, I planted it myself.” There was a hint of pride in his smile, shining brightly under the sun.
“…Do you love me?” Xue Baihua remembered, Ah Fu once asked her this.
At that time, she said she loved him, but it wasn’t true love, just a lie wrapped in a superficial possessiveness.
Ah Fu, have you forgotten me? It’s okay, just forget…
Xue Baihua sniffed, carefully taking the flower from Ah Fu’s hand.
Now, I don’t want to be the Miao Shou Yan Luo, nor do I want the title of Divine Doctor.
Just let me be your Hua’er, okay? Ah Fu, just your Hua’er… is that okay?
The author has something to say: Writing about mute Hua’er is so hard… I really want to let her speak soon, otherwise, it’s hard to continue the scenes (sigh).
☆ Chapter 69: Sleepless Night
The carriage rounded the mountain, jolting, and Xue Baihua furrowed her brows.
That morning, a maid came to report that the leader invited her to go out together.
Although she wanted to refuse, thinking of Lu Xiangyin’s smiling face, Xue Baihua immediately dismissed the idea.
She had long seen through the ugliness hidden under the mask, and there was no point in saying more.
In front of the Demonic Sect leader, there was no right to refuse.
So the two of them shared a carriage.
Was it really a trip together? It was just a disguised inspection.
Langya Village, once a gathering place for Jianghu bullies, is now a branch of Lu Xiangyin’s Demonic Sect.
When the carriage stopped, Xue Baihua followed Lu Xiangyin onto the stone ground.
Looking around, it was all men, each with a fierce appearance, strange clothes, and weapons, as if they could start a massacre at any moment.
Some even had a playful interest in their eyes, not treating Lu Xiangyin as the leader, but as a naive child.
These wild dogs without chains might go mad and bite one day.
Glancing at Lu Xiangyin, she still smiled indifferently, not caring at all.
At only fifteen or sixteen years old, she could suppress hundreds of followers with her aura.
Lu Xiangyin was not as simple as she appeared.
What kind of blood flowed in her veins to have such an incongruous temperament and an imposing presence without anger? Xue Baihua pursed her lips and quickened her pace to catch up.
Inside, a child couldn’t stop them in time.
As soon as Lu Xiangyin pushed the door, ambiguous words were heard.
“Brother Quan, you’re amazing… ah… more… I want more…” A coquettish female voice echoed in the hall.
“My dear is so wild, I can go on for three hundred rounds!” Another male voice sounded, completely unrestrained.
Lu Xiangyin raised her eyebrows and walked into the side room.
The large bed was messy, and a couple was passionately entangled.
The man saw a figure flash by and was about to curse, but before he could, Lu Xiangyin pulled over a chair and sat directly in front of them, as if watching a show.
“Don’t mind me, continue,” Lu Xiangyin waved her hand, and a child behind her immediately handed her tea.
The man, seeing the leader waiting, was so scared he lost his soul and had no interest in continuing.
He pushed the woman off him, hurriedly put on his pants, and knelt down.
The woman, seeing it was Lu Xiangyin, also quickly wrapped herself in a quilt and knelt beside the man.
Xue Baihua frowned at the sight, stepping back behind Lu Xiangyin’s chair, coldly watching the couple who were so foolish they didn’t even realize the leader had arrived.
They really had a death wish.
“Leader, I…”
“Lu Wen,” Lu Xiangyin interrupted the man, calling another man.
“Yes, leader.” A young man, not over twenty, came from outside, respectfully bowing to Lu Xiangyin, his head lowered.
“The matter of the Li Family’s heads I instructed last time… when was it?” Lu Xiangyin lightly twirled her hair, her beautiful eyes fixed on the half-naked man in front of her.
“The day before yesterday,” the man named Lu Wen replied.
“Then why haven’t I seen it?” Lu Xiangyin asked with a smile, but there was no hint of amusement in her tone.
The man trembled at her words, his heart pounding like a drum, echoing in the room.
He swallowed, but couldn’t say anything.
As the leader of Langya Village, he had forgotten the leader’s instructions after a night of drinking and revelry with his brothers.
Who knew the leader would visit suddenly and catch him in such a state?
“Where are the Li Family’s heads?” Lu Xiangyin raised her voice, scaring the man into lowering his shoulders.
“The Li Family… left the city three days ago for a trip, so I was just about to set out to catch them, saying goodbye to my wife… I didn’t expect the leader to come,” he replied, hoping Lu Xiangyin would spare him.
Would she?
“Lu Wen,” Lu Xiangyin beckoned Lu Wen forward with a finger.
As he stepped forward, his sword suddenly unsheathed, and blood splattered everywhere.
He didn’t even see how Lu Xiangyin cut off the man’s head, only feeling warmth on his cheek.
When he came to, the man’s head had already rolled to his feet.
The body fell, and the woman beside him was covered in blood, looking horrified.
She immediately crawled to Lu Xiangyin’s feet, crying loudly.
“Leader, spare me! Leader, spare me!” The woman cried, her makeup ruined, desperately begging.
Lu Xiangyin gripped the sword, a slight smile on her lips, and in a blink, cut off the woman’s left arm.
“Ah!!!” The woman screamed in pain, but no one dared to help.
“Considering we’re both women, I’ll spare your life,” Lu Xiangyin tossed the sword aside, turning to Xue Baihua with a smile.
“Please, Divine Doctor, stop her bleeding.
Let the severed arm be a lesson.
No need to reattach it, just let her be a cripple.
She can still fill her belly with her face.”
Xue Baihua nodded, pulling the convulsing woman aside to treat her wounds.
Lu Xiangyin looked down at the blood flowing to her feet, bored, she lightly tapped it, smearing a bloodstain.
She glanced sideways, Lu Wen still maintained his respectful posture, head bowed, hands clasped.
…So obedient.
“Lu Wen, the leader of Langya Village is dead.
What do you think should be done?” Lu Xiangyin asked, observing the man with her beautiful eyes.
“Select a competent person from the sect to take over,” Lu Wen hesitated for a moment before replying.
“A competent person?” Lu Xiangyin chuckled, “Bring me the Li Family’s heads tomorrow, understand?”
Lu Wen was a bit surprised by her words.
He looked up, seeing Lu Xiangyin smiling at him, and his ears turned red.
“Yes! Thank you, leader, for your trust! Lu Wen will not disappoint the leader’s expectations!” As a follower, suddenly promoted three levels, the young man trembled with excitement.
But Lu Xiangyin didn’t care.
Expectations? She never had expectations for these people.
After all…
