Chapter 101

Li Qingluo instantly became obedient, like a little cat.

Although she was nervously tense to the point of even biting her lips hard, she didn't dare move at all.

Duan Rongshi's hand is very large; just one wrap can completely grasp Li Qingluo's calf.

However, although Li Qingluo is thin, her flesh is quite firm.

In the strange silence, Prince Su personally reapplied the medicine to Miss Li's wound carefully, then carefully and completely bandaged the wound.

Li Qingluo actually felt no pain.

Applying medicine is the same; what's going on?

Duan Rongshi looked at her and said, 'If you don't move around randomly, you won't bleed easily again.'

Li Qingluo involuntarily lifted her head to look at the young man before her.

Between his brows is a red mole; his appearance is unparalleled, kind as a deity.

Yet his gaze is stern and cold, as if he has already seen through all the world's falseness and cruelty…

On this person, there seems to be not a trace of pity.

"Prince! Your subordinate has hunted a big fat rabbit!"

Zhui Yu happily dragged a branch with one hand and carried the rabbit with the other, rushing back.

Duan Rongshi immediately stood up, with a look of disdain tore off a piece of his own robe's hem, then wetted it with a waterskin, and carefully supported each of his fingers.

Li Qingluo: '……'

Leng Dian saw the atmosphere was off, grabbed Zhui Yu and lowered his voice to shout at him: 'Are you lacking sense?'

Zhui Yu: 'Ah? What's wrong with me? Leng Dian, what are you saying?'

Leng Dian silently looked at this big fool and sighed: 'Forget it, I didn't say anything.'

The fat rabbit was naturally roasted by Li Qingluo.

She also didn't know why, after they killed the rabbit and cleaned it, they just threw it into her hands…

It seems, the identity of a cook, she cannot escape it wherever she goes.

Li Qingluo sighed, quickly divided the rabbit, then put it on the rack to roast.

When out and about, lacking seasonings and utensils, the roasted rabbit may taste a bit strong, but having something to eat is still better than nothing.

After everyone filled their stomachs, they each found a place to rest.

Li Qingluo lifted her head to gaze at the star-filled sky, again thinking of her grandmother.

Just as Zhui Yu whistled, a bird flew in from somewhere unknown.

After they wrote a few characters with their charcoal pencils they carried, the bird flew toward the direction of Jinling City.

Zhui Yu said: 'Miss Li, rest assured, your grandmother will surely receive news of your safety.'

Only then did Li Qingluo relax her breath, close her eyes, and have no further worries in her heart.

That evening, at the Jiangjun Fu.

Pei Lao Furen couldn't even swallow a bite of rice.

Moreover, she didn't even want to drink soup.

This made Zhang Mama and everyone in the room anxiously bustling about.

"Old Lady, please at least eat a few bites! The young lady sent word a couple days ago saying she had plans in her heart and would be fine…"

Pei Lao Furen: "But she didn't say she would fall off a cliff! This foolish child, why would she be so foolish? For the sake of Li Qingzhu, is it worth it?"

Pei Lao Furen seemed to have aged overnight, with some white hair at her temples.

Zhang Mama and the others felt heartbroken, involuntarily wiping their eyes.

"Perhaps, the young lady is truly heart‑dead…"

"Madam, you have indeed acted too foolishly! Moreover, they are still protecting that Li Qingzhu, bringing her back, treating the self‑immolation incident as if it never happened!"

Pei Lao Furen: "Their hearts are inherently biased. How foolish of me to have once dreamed of letting Luoluo reunite harmoniously with their family! What was I thinking? To let Luoluo suffer those grievances!"

"To just let this matter go like that is unacceptable! As long as I'm still alive, I won't forgive them!"

Pei Lao Furen's anger wouldn't subside; Zhang Mama kept patting her chest: "Old Lady, you shouldn't be too anxious. The master just returned, and I see he sincerely searched for the young lady for a day, but now he dare not come see you…"

Pei Lao Furen: "Let him come! I want to properly ask him what kind of wife he married and what kind of foster daughter he raised!"

While she was still angry, Ying'er entered with a tense and excited expression.

"Madam, a carrier pigeon has arrived. It seems to be the same one as last time!"

Pei Lao Furen's eyes lit up, she stood up extremely excited: "What did you say? Quick, bring it in!"

Ying'er held a cage, and Pei Lao Furen hurriedly took the letter from the pigeon's leg.

Upon unfolding, it only read: 'No worries, do not think.'

Although only four characters, Pei Lao Furen's heart finally settled completely.

"It's Luoluo, definitely Luoluo! She's fine, she really is fine! This child, why did she only now send me a letter!"

"As long as she's safe, that's good, that's good!"

Pei Lao Furen, eyes red, kept nodding.

Suddenly, her gaze steadied, falling on the cloth in her hand.

"Wait! This cloth seems to be the imperial‑only moon‑smoke silk gauze! Zhang Mama, bring the lamp closer!"

After confirming, Pei Lao Furen couldn't help murmuring: "Just who is Luoluo with?"

Zhang Mama, face tense: "Old Lady, should we… should we also call the master to come over?"

Pei Lao Furen: "No need! Let him also taste it, the feeling of regretting the beginning, heartbroken."

The entire Jiangjun Fu was deathly silent.

Obviously, their mansion's most beloved eldest daughter has returned, but, yet no one dares to make merry and laugh.

It's just because the Second Miss of Jiangjun Fu has been missing for several days!

I heard that both the Eldest Miss and the Second Miss were abducted by the Lotus Sect, but the Second Miss, being resolute, actually bravely jumped off the cliff...

So, even though the Eldest Miss's return from the dead is a joyous occasion, yet no one in the whole manor dares to celebrate today.

Except, Lancang Yuan.

Li Kechuan, in a lively mood, originally wanted to have a drink with Li Qingzhu.

But Li Qingzhu herself also knew it was inappropriate, so she made excuses and hurried back to her temporary new residence.

But upon returning, she secretly flew into a great rage.

"Everyone ought to be doing this for her, to the point they don't even dare to laugh, right?"

"Mother has clearly woken up already, so why won't she see me?"

"Mother must be resenting me... Father too; I couldn't see a hint of joy at my return on his face!"

"Sniff... What on earth is Li Qingluo capable of!?"

Li Qingzhu didn't even dare to shout this irritation loudly.

After all, her trusted aides in the manor, who were supposed to stage that self-immolation act, have all been burned to death by her design.

The next day, Li Qingzhu went to Lancang Yuan looking weary to see Li Kechuan.

"Brother, I went early to pay respects to Mother, but Mother was very cold toward me. I heard Father didn't even have breakfast and left the manor again."

"Zhu'er knows that Luo'er sister's fate is unknown, and Father and Mother have exhausted themselves worrying, their grief uncontrollable, but I... I am just worried about my parents' health."

"Brother, why don't you go persuade Father and Mother?"

"Nowadays, it's all because of me... my fault that has caused Luo'er sister to be like this; I, I truly feel uneasy in my heart."

"If I had not struggled to come back and see you all back then, perhaps none of this would have happened…"

Li Kechuan reached out heartbrokenly to wipe Li Qingzhu's tears.

"All right, Zhu'er. This isn't your fault."

"This is Li Qingluo's fate!"

"In this household, there ought to be only you as the young lady. She fell off a ten‑thousand‑foot cliff—how could she possibly still be alive?"

"Even if Father searched every inch of the cliff base, he'd probably still not find Li Qingluo!"

"Even if they found her, she'd surely be smashed to pieces, with not even a whole corpse left."

"Moreover, even if wild beasts ate her clean, she'd deserve it! It was she who made our Zhu'er terrified to this point, and she ruthlessly wanted to self‑immolate to scare us."

Zhu'er, being coaxed by Li Kechuan like this, felt quite pleased inside.

On her face she even couldn't help revealing a hint of a smile, yet she had to pretend to be sorrowfully sensible; the mixed emotions made her lovely face turn somewhat eerie.

"Brother, don't say that…"

However, just then, a familiar cold chuckle suddenly came from the gate: "I'm not dead—are you disappointed, Brother?"