The Unmoving Bride

Just as she finished speaking, there was a “thump,” and she was lying flat on the bed again. This time, the pain was so intense that tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t even speak. “Miss… Miss… you… you… can… speak now?!” A maid in green with two buns in her hair, her face a mixture of shock and joy, stammered out her words. “Xiaoxuan, quick! Quick! Go tell the lady that the miss has really spoken!” “Alright! I’ll go right now.” No sooner had she spoken than the maid named Xiaoxuan, dressed in red, dashed out of the room with astonishing speed. Seeing Wu Xiaopei’s eyes brimming with tears, the maid in green, full of guilt, moved to help her up. Seeing the green-clad maid’s action, Wu Xiaopei quickly called out, “Wait! I was just thrown down by you, and now my whole body hurts so much I can’t move. Don’t touch me!” She was in so much pain that she even furrowed her brows. “I’m sorry! Miss, Xiaobi was just startled that you spoke and accidentally dropped you. It was unintentional, please rest assured, Xiaobi will be very careful this time, Miss.” The maid in green, who introduced herself as Xiaobi, looked full of regret but spoke with utmost sincerity. One should not strike someone with a smiling face, nor should one curse someone who is repentant; these were principles she always adhered to. Since she had heard the apology and the attitude was very humble, it seemed a bit ungracious to get angry. Wu Xiaopei thought this far and decided not to blame her for the “slight” mistake, especially since she really needed someone to help her up in this situation. “Will you really be careful this time?” Wu Xiaopei asked skeptically. “Yes!” Xiaobi nodded vigorously. “Alright then! I’ll trouble you.” Wu Xiaopei gritted her teeth to prevent the numbing pain from spreading throughout her body when she got up. Xiaobi sat on the edge of the bed, gently helping her up with movements so familiar that one could tell she had done this countless times before. Huh? Why didn’t it hurt so much this time? Wu Xiaopei looked at Xiaobi with wide, puzzled eyes. “Miss, what’s wrong? Still in pain?” Seeing Wu Xiaopei’s expression, Xiaobi thought she was in pain again and was about to cry in urgency, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s all Xiaobi’s fault for not holding you properly, making you hurt so much now.” “Oh, no!” Wu Xiaopei quickly explained, “It’s because it didn’t hurt at all this time, which I found strange.” “Phew—That’s how it is!” Xiaobi let out a big sigh of relief, “Then, Miss, please sit for a moment, I’ll bring the washbasin so you can freshen up. When the lady comes in later, you two can have a good chat. She’s been waiting for this day for so long.” After Xiaobi quickly settled Wu Xiaopei, she turned to the outer hall to fetch the washbasin for her to freshen up. Wu Xiaopei felt that something was off. She had accidentally been nudged by Niu Qi, rolling into a dark place, and upon opening her eyes, she saw antiques and even ancient people. Could it be that she had been reincarnated? But Meng Po had clearly told her she was still reincarnated in modern times, so how could she be seeing these antiques and ancient people? Moreover, why didn’t she forget her past like others do after reincarnation? Even more bizarre was that she had grown up and could even speak. What exactly had gone wrong? Wu Xiaopei furrowed her brows, unable to figure out what had gone awry.