"So you were here to find her," Yan Wanqing teased.
Huai Xini’s pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head, "You jest, Commandery Princess."
By this ti, heavy footsteps of a man had already co from outside the door.
The heir of the City Lord Residence, long rumored about, Chen Di, led by a maid, entered the room.
His gaze first fell on Huai Xini, his eyes filled with joy. He was about to call out to her but then rembered that this was the Princess Residence and that his father had instructed him not to offend the Commandery Princess.
Chen Di kneeled on one knee, offering Yan Wanqing a salute, "Commandery Princess Anping, I wish you peace and prosperity."
"No need for such formalities." Her clear voice was like a lake surface after a sudden sweep of wind after the rain, refreshing and invigorating everyone around.
Chen Di was first astonished by her voice, then as he looked up and saw Yan Wanqing’s face, he remained foolishly kneeling in place, stunned.
Bitterness and jealousy flashed in Huai Xini’s eyes, but they quickly disappeared without a trace.
She had known from portraits that Yan Wanqing was incredibly beautiful. Having prepared herself ntally before entering, she was still dazzled by her beauty.
Therefore, she did not bla Chen Di for his reaction.
Even she, a woman, found Yan Wanqing exquisitely beautiful.
"Soone, help Mr. Chen rise," Yan Wanqing concealed a slight emotion, her eyes already showing a hint of icy resolve.
She was accustod to such looks from n, but even so, she felt offended.
It was then that Chen Di realized his own presumptuousness.
Flustered, he scrambled to his feet, his face embarrassed, standing there unsure of what to say.
"Serve Mr. Chen so tea," Yan Wanqing said languidly.
Chen Di then sat across from Huai Xini, awkwardly holding a cup of tea and began to drink, his gaze repeatedly and subtly falling on Yan Wanqing.
Huai Xini felt nauseated watching him.
Now that she had conveyed what she wanted to Yan Wanqing, there was no need to stay any longer.
She indicated her desire to leave, which imdiately caused Chen Di to frown.
He had not yet finished his tea.
But Huai Xini did not care about that. She inclined her body slightly and prepared to leave.
Yan Wanqing sat in the high seat, quietly observing the changes.
She sensed that Chen Di did not want to leave, but Huai Xini was already extrely upset.
It seed their lake outing was not going to happen today.
"Commandery Princess, please excuse my departure. I have been presumptuous today. I shall send a visiting card and visit another day," Chen Di bowed deeply and retreated.
To him, Huai Xini was easy prey he couldn’t afford to lose now.
Once the two had left, Yan Wanqing sneered.
"Cong Ge, from now on, toss these two people’s visiting cards as far away as you can." Seeing these two first thing in the morning really brought bad luck!
Cong Ge covered her lips and chuckled softly in agreent.
"But... do you know what the Sumr Sacrifice is for?" she asked, having traveled so many places but never heard of it.
Cong Ge shook her head, "Perhaps, Miss, you should take a tour and allow to investigate."
"All right then," Yan Wanqing stood up and stretched languidly.
Ever since the Thousand chanisms Poison had been removed from her body, she had been exercising early every day, and her spirit was entirely different.
According to Xiaoliu,
Your body is your capital for revolution.
Without a good body, what would she use to contend with these enchanting, lowlife foes?
Speaking of Xiaoliu,
"Has Yan Lingzhen not returned yet?"
Cong Ge shook her head.
"That little girl, it’s been three days, where could she have wandered off to for three days?!" Yan Wanqing’s heart suddenly began to panic.
...
River Head.
Yan Lingzhen’s entire body was on a withered tree branch, struggling to reach a red flower growing above the turbulent river waters.
The bloom burst forth in stupefying gold, its four petals shimring as though streaming with iridescence, instantly clearing one’s sight and hearing.
Urgency filled Yan Lingzhen’s eyes, wishing her arms were just a bit longer.
Who could have expected that a re trip to River Head to relieve oneself could result in the discovery of the rare ’Golden Red Feather’, a flower scarcely seen in a hundred years?
The Golden Red Feather was sothing Yan Lingzhen had only read about in books, never having seen one in person. Each of its four petals possessed miraculous powers capable of reviving the dead and fleshing out bones, truly a dical marvel beyond explanation.
So, this discovery had thrilled her imnsely.
Without giving it another thought, she tossed aside her gear and climbed onto a nearby dead tree, stretching out her hand to reach for it.
"Just a little bit more."
"Golden Red Feather, co to sister’s hand."
Yan Lingzhen hung upside down from the treetop, exerting all her strength.
This was not working, she couldn’t reach.
She was just a little bit short.
Yan Lingzhen thought for a mont, then her whole body swayed atop the treetop. Just a gentle sway, then she would swiftly pluck the Golden Red Feather, there should be no problem.
And that was exactly what she did.
The Golden Red Feather was indeed plucked.
The dead tree branch, however, after her swaying, exhausted its final life force and broke completely in half from the middle!
Yan Lingzhen: "...Crap!"
The heavens want to destroy !
In the instant she fell, her only action was to stash the Golden Red Feather into her wide sleeves before her entire body crashed into the raging river waters...
Even a trained horse stumbles, and everyone makes mistakes. She, the mighty Red Buddha’s Hand, had never imagined she would fall while flower picking.
However, fortunately, this once-in-a-century mystical flower was finally hers.
As long as it had been plucked, she had no regrets.
This was the last thought Yan Lingzhen had before her consciousness faded.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a dilapidated house.
She must have been rescued.
Thinking this, Yan Lingzhen quickly checked her injuries.
Not too bad, a rib was broken, but the rest were rely bruises. She wasn’t seriously hurt and could get out of bed with just a little rest.
But...
Where was her flower?
Where was her Golden Red Feather?!
Yan Lingzhen searched all the pockets, large and small, on her body but found nothing.
No, these weren’t even her clothes!
Had soone intercepted it halfway?
The thought made Yan Lingzhen so furious she almost broke her remaining ribs.
Grinding her teeth, she got up from the bed, pushed a crumbling chair to the door, and headed out.
Whoever had taken her Golden Red Feather, she would fight them to the death!
She pushed open the door.
A foul odor of pig excrent assaulted her, accompanied by the chaos of chickens and ducks, and a few dog barks.
Yan Lingzhen thought she was at so farm-station hybrid.
She stood in the sunlight, eyes wide, surrounded by hills, yet where she stood appeared to be the only village within those hills, and she was in the poorest courtyard of the whole village.
Why the poorest?
Because other houses had tile roofs, this one had clay walls.
She wondered to which far-flung corner the floodwaters had swept her!
"You’re awake?" A dark youth stood before her, clutching a bloody chicken in one hand and a knife in the other.
Yan Lingzhen: "...I think I’m still a bit confused, I’ll go back and lie down for a while."
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