"The source of life was completely cut off, the weapon..." An Dafu’s face was complex as he spoke, "The weapon was a leaf!"
"A leaf?" An Ning exclaid, calming down only after An Dafu gave her a look. She then asked, "Was there no one else around? How could a leaf..."
An Ning suddenly realized that this was ancient tis, an era full of martial arts experts. If it were a martial arts master, throwing flowers or leaves was not impossible. Using a leaf as a concealed weapon wasn’t out of the question either.
People say that martial arts dramas in TV series are mythologized, but who knows the truth!
However, An Dafu didn’t catch the hidden aning in An Ning’s words and said, "There was no one else. Gao Dashu ran alone to the small grove at night and had that thing cut off. Now everyone outside is saying that he got entangled with a young widow, so he was possessed and her husband ca back for revenge!"
In short, Gao Dashu was no good, and the village was full of rumors. An Dafu only talked about so, while other stories were too indecent to ntion.
An Ning’s purpose was to know that Gao Dashu was punished, which made her happy.
Moreover, cutting off that unhealable source of trouble was even better.
In her mind, this man who brought them to ruin deserved more than a thousand cuts.
When An Ning was alone, she suddenly rembered.
There was more than just Gao Dashu in the small grove last night.
She was there the mont before, and so was Sikong Wuyou.
Sikong Wuyou was highly skilled in martial arts. Could he be the one who hurt Gao Dashu?
If it was him, why would he do it?
After all, they had no grudge, and the one who had a grudge against Gao Dashu was herself.
An Ning never thought that perhaps so people naturally loathe such vile individuals.
In the evening, she returned to Shili Village with Qiu Shi and Qinghe. At the door, An Ning took Xiaoniu from Qiu Shi’s arms and said, "Auntie, I’ll take Xiaoniu back."
"Hmm, you go," Qiu Shi replied.
When An Ning returned to the Gao Family, the happiness on her face was apparent.
Imdiately, Gao Dashu asked her, "An Ning, what makes you so happy?"
"Nothing, I’m just playing with Xiaoniu." She couldn’t exactly say that she couldn’t help but feel schadenfreude when she thought about Gao Dashu’s situation.
Gao Daniu ca over, patted Xiaoniu’s head, and quietly said to An Ning, "Mother argued with Father today and is not in a good mood. I’ll hold Xiaoniu, you go comfort her."
The smile on An Ning’s face disappeared imdiately, and she handed Xiaoniu to Gao Daniu, "I’ll go check on her."
With that, An Ning turned and walked into the house.
Outside, the moonlight was still shining, but the house was pitch black inside.
An Ning walked inside, closed the door behind her, and groped her way to the edge of the bed.
It was clear that the person who had been lying on the bed was now sitting up.
"Ningning..." Consort Yan spoke, her voice thick with sobs, clearly having cried.
"Mother, what’s wrong?" An Ning embraced her with heartache, "Where’s my father?"
"He’s at your fourth uncle’s," Consort Yan said.
After holding her for a while to comfort her, An Ning continued, "Did you have a fight with Dad?"
Consort Yan shook her head, "Mother just feels wronged. We agreed to save so money during this period, as Daniu plans to propose. With not enough space in the house, we wanted to build a new house next spring, but now..."
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