“Really, Xiaopei?” Niu Qi asked happily.
“Really, Brother Niu Qi,” Yan Meng nodded affirmatively, “You should start calling me Xin Meng. After all, in this era, in this space, I have another name, Yan Xin Meng.” Looking at the map where the words “Hei Zai Men” were written, Yan Xin Meng’s brows furrowed into a knot. What kind of place was that? It sounded like a bandits’ lair. She had no martial arts or special abilities, how could she go there? Yan Xin Meng pondered.
“Don’t worry, Xin Meng. The judge said that if you encounter any difficulties, as long as no one sees me, I can use my powers to help you in secret,” Niu Qi reassured her, seeing her worried expression. Yan Xin Meng gave a bitter smile; Niu Qi’s powers were almost depleted, how could he help? However, seeing his sincerity, she couldn’t bring herself to criticize or demand more, only wishing for the best.
“But the problem is, I’m married now. How can I go out to search for it? If it were local, it would be fine, but how can I go to another place?” Yan Xin Meng scratched her head, unsure where to start.
“Don’t worry, I’ve used the excuse of your needing full recovery to ask Lady Yan not to inform your husband’s family that you’ve woken up, so everyone still thinks you’re the still bride. I’ve also arranged with Lady Yan for her to stay at your husband’s home for three days, and after that, she’ll leave a few maids here. During this time, no one will come to see you, which also prevents your husband’s family from visiting.”
“What if I get injured or nearly die while looking for the mirror?” Yan Xin Meng asked jokingly.
“I’ve thought of that too, so I asked Judge Wen for a Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill, which can bring you back to life,” Niu Qi handed her a black, unremarkable pill from his pocket. “Remember, it’s for reviving you.” Niu Qi emphasized, hoping Yan Xin Meng wouldn’t forget his words.
