“Madam, if you want to save your son, you’ve come to the wrong place. Turn left ahead for the medical clinic.”
“A living immortal can’t conjure up money for you! If you have hands and feet, go work instead of begging!”
“If the illness is terminal, you should go home and fulfill your filial duties rather than waste time here.”
“If he’s dead, turn right towards the east of the city, to the coffin shop. Got it?”
Ouyang Zichen walked out from behind me, smiling subtly while dismissing them.
Seeing the scene of people staring in amazement, I suddenly became furious, grabbed Ouyang Zichen, and rushed back into the mansion, my mind burning with four words: Attracting moths and butterflies!
“What’s wrong, Cat?” Ouyang Zichen asked, looking at my changing expression with confusion.
“Ouyang Zichen, I hate you!” I stomped my foot and ran away, leaving behind a bewildered Ouyang Zichen, wondering what he had said wrong.
Since that day in the pavilion when the little maid admitted she liked him, I hadn’t liked him, always getting angry at the sight of him. Why? Human emotions are so annoying…
—————My bloody dividing line—————
Watching the busy servants, my scalp suddenly went numb: Something’s wrong! I rushed forward, seeing two servants carrying something wrapped in a straw mat towards the mansion exit.
“What happened?” I swallowed, feeling an ominous premonition.
Feng Qingyin patted my shoulder. When I looked up and met his eyes, my unease calmed.
A maid in plain clothes, her eyes red, choked out, “Water Sleeve…” She seemed close to the girl named Water Sleeve.
“Water Sleeve?” My heart jumped, pushing people aside to lift the straw mat.
Inside lay a blue shirt embroidered with purple orchids, stained with blood. The clothes were undamaged, with no weapon or wounds visible. It appeared she suffered an internal injury, her heart meridian shattered by a single palm force, causing a quick death.
I pursed my lips, knowing that someone capable of such a blow, causing instant death without a sound, was likely one of only three people.
Then I looked at Ouyang Zichen, who was tending to flowers in the backyard.
“Was it you…” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Hmm?” Ouyang Zichen turned back, joyfully standing, “Cat?”
