Chapter 270

Thus, the scene at Xiao Family Town came to pass.

Just then, a flash of light appeared before his eyes.

Jiang Sishui's Heavy figure reappeared.

The difference was that beside him now stood a snow-robed maiden with a tranquil temperament.

It was Hou Jian.

Seeing this, Tu Tu Xuehua was startled; the foot she had just stepped forward with withdrew again, her expression filled with shock and hesitation: "Brother Jiang, you... you two..."

Jiang Sishui smiled and said, "Just a small trick. I'll explain later."

Saying this, he pulled Hou Jian forward and introduced her to the two women: "Her name is Hou Jian. She is here to help treat your injuries."

Tu Tu Xuehua turned her gaze to Hou Jian, her expression slightly stunned.

After all, Hou Jian's porcelain-doll appearance really did not look like that of a divine physician.

However, she did not voice any doubt; instead, she nodded respectfully to Hou Jian: "Hello, I am Tu Xuejuan."

Tu Xuehua also stepped forward to give her name: "Miss Hou Jian, then we trouble you."

Hou Jian shook her head, her tone light and clear: "No trouble. Whatever my husband tells me to do, I shall do."

Husband?

Tu Xuejuan was stunned.

Looking at Hou Jian, then turning back to look at Tu Xuehua, her mind could not quite turn the corner.

Brother Jiang actually already has a wife; then what is his relationship with my sister?

Could it be that I misunderstood something?

Before she could think further, she heard Hou Jian say: "Let us go inside."

"Go inside?" Tu Xuejuan wore a face full of confusion.

Tu Xuehua reminded her: "Silly sister, since they are going to treat your injury, they must first look at your face. Do you want to remove your veil right here?"

Saying this, Tu Xuehua cast a glance at Jiang Sishui.

Tu Xuejuan suddenly understood and said joyfully: "Thank you, Miss Hou Jian. Please follow me this way."

At this moment, Tu Xuejuan cared about nothing else; nothing was more important to her than restoring her appearance.

And the fact that Jiang Sishui and Hou Jian acted so efficiently suited her wishes perfectly.

Watching the door close, Jiang Sishui waited patiently.

The reason he had gone back to fetch Hou Jian was that removing the poison was easy, but making Tu Xuejuan's face instantly return to its original white, tender smoothness required the witchcraft of the Yu Clan.

After all, when he had watched the drama back then, Tu Xuehua's face after being poisoned was truly terrifying.

As for why he did not avoid the two women when using the "Hegemon's Imperial Chart," it was simply unnecessary.

In any case, within a few days, he would take this pair of sisters to Mandala Shanzhuang.

Time passed in the waiting.

Suddenly, a woman's excited shriek, barely suppressable, rang out from the room; the pitch was so high it nearly lifted the roof off.

"Miss Hou Jian, thank you!"

"Sister, thank you!"

After a string of thanks, the door suddenly opened, and a dainty, graceful figure shot out like a sparrow escaping a cage, her whole body radiating a sense of ease and joy.

Amidst silver-bell-like girlish laughter, Tu Xuejuan threw herself forward like a young swallow returning to its nest, her arms wrapping around Jiang Sishui's neck, and she planted a loud "smack" kiss on his left cheek.

"Brother Jiang, thank you! Thank you! I'm cured! Look, I'm cured!"

Tu Xuejuan jumped and laughed, simultaneously turning her head to show Jiang Sishui her smooth, Bai Xi face.

Only after losing something does one know its value.

After her appearance was restored, Tu Xuejuan became more confident than before.

Touching his left cheek, a trace of warmth remained where the maiden had ambushed him.

With the maiden's fragrance lingering at his nose, Jiang Sishui smiled and praised: "Congratulations. Miss Xuejuan, you are very beautiful."

Hearing this, Tu Xuejuan felt even greater joy in her heart.

Suddenly noticing Jiang Sishui's action, she suddenly realized that, carried away by emotion just now, she had actually done...

Great shame filled the maiden's heart, and her already flower-like beautiful face turned even redder.

Releasing Jiang Sishui, she glanced back at Hou Jian and Tu Xuehua, feeling a wave of guilt.

"I... I'll go tell mother and father this good news."

Embarrassed, Tu Xuejuan immediately found an excuse and fled in panic.

Too shameful; better to avoid the heat for now.

299 Reaping what one sows, shut out at the door.

And Tu Xuehua had witnessed this entire scene.

Her heart-lake remained calm, without a ripple.

Because from the moment she decided to seek out Jiang Sishui, she knew that both she and her sister could not escape Jiang Sishui's palm, so she had long prepared herself mentally.

Hou Jian returned to Jiang Sishui's side, tilting up her palm-sized, exquisite little face to look at him: "Husband, Jian'er has completed the task."

Jiang Sishui rubbed her head and whispered close to her ear: "Jian'er is so good. Tonight, husband will reward you again."

"Mm, mm!" Hou Jian's eyebrows curved into crescents, her blue pupils overflowing with deep joy and expectation.

Looking at the snow-robed maiden who showed not the slightest shyness, Jiang Sishui's heart was full of affection.

Hou Jian was different from all other women.

She had forgotten her past; at the very beginning of her new memories, both body and mind had been branded with Jiang Sishui's most profound mark.

After that, she almost always lived at Shanzhuang.

Influenced by her surroundings, she never felt there was anything to be shy about in what she did every day.

Her thoughts were simple — she only knew that sort of thing made her very happy.

So let alone waiting until night, the moment Jiang Sishui said the word, she could give herself to him anywhere, anytime.

Precisely because of this, Jiang Sishui could always find a special kind of pleasure with her.

Suppressing the little flame in his heart, his gaze turned toward Tu Xuehua.

Tu Xuehua said apologetically, "Miss Xuejuan was overcome by the moment and forgot herself, so please don't take offense, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Sishui shook his head. "Miss Xuejuan is frank and free-spirited, lively and adorable — how could I possibly blame her?"

Blame her?

What a joke — if anything, he'd be only too glad for such good fortune to happen a few more times.

"Miss Xuehua, I think what you should be considering now is something else entirely." Jiang Sishui's words carried a hidden meaning.

"Something else?" Tu Xuehua was puzzled.

Jiang Sishui glanced in the direction Tu Xuejuan had left.

Tu Xuehua was stunned for a moment, and a sudden flash of understanding rose in her heart.

…

"Xuejuan, your… your face…"

Seeing Tu Xuejuan's smooth, Bai Xi face, all three people in the room were stunned.

"Father, Mother, I'm all better now!" Tu Xuejuan said with a bright smile, unable to wait to share her joy with her closest kin.

Tu Jin and Sun Biyun exchanged a glance, both faces full of astonishment.

The Tianzhu Monk could not contain his curiosity and stepped forward to examine her closely.

Tu Xuejuan had taken quite a liking to this old Monk and did not avoid him.

The Tianzhu Monk looked for a while, then exclaimed in admiration, "Astonishing skill! Truly astonishing!"

"When this old monk was in Tianzhu, I often heard that the Central Domain hid dragons and crouching tigers, with countless masters who possessed abilities far beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"For example: living a thousand years, raising the dead, summoning wind and rain, and the like."

"The Second Young Lady left and returned in less than two quarter-hours, not only purged the spider venom but also restored her looks to their original state without leaving the slightest trace — surely she must have met such a master beyond this world?"

Though the Tianzhu Monk was asking, his tone was utterly certain.

Living a thousand years! Raising the dead! Summoning wind and rain!

Tu Jin and Sun Biyun felt a tremendous shock in their hearts.

Could there truly be such divine beings in this world?

They found it utterly inconceivable, but upon seeing Tu Xuejuan's flawless, exquisite features, they were no longer so sure.