Chapter 271

Sun Biyun suddenly had a thought and asked urgently: "Master, can such a sage cure my 'Thousand-Day Laughter'?"

The Indian monk chanted a Buddha's name, clasped his hands, and said: "I dare not swear to it. But since that sage healed the Second Young Lady in an instant, this minor 'Thousand-Day Laughter' poison should be no trouble."

Upon hearing this, Sun Biyun immediately grew agitated: "Xuejuan, tell Mother—who healed your face?"

Tu Xuehua came not only to share her joy with her parents, but also for Sun Biyun's sake.

If Hou Jian would intervene, she believed Sun Biyun could surely recover her health.

Thus, when her mother asked, she did not conceal anything, but spilled out the entire story like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

Of course, she was not foolish—she said not a word about Jiang Sishui's "disappearing into thin air" or "transforming a person before one's eyes," brushing it off with a single phrase.

"So you're saying that this time, Tu Xuehua returned with a friend, and it was that friend's wife who healed you?"

If the sage was Tu Xuehua's friend's wife, then to beg for the sage's aid, wouldn't she have to beg Tu Xuehua herself?

Otherwise, with no blood tie or connection, why would the stranger treat her?

But she had just driven Tu Xuehua away—how could she now go beg her? Where would her face be?

Thinking of this, Sun Biyun felt a wave of shame.

After shame came rage.

"You little wretch! Grown up, now you've got wings—you're deliberately forcing me to beg… ah!"

Mid-sentence, the "Thousand-Day Laughter" poison flared up again from her anger, torturing her beyond endurance.

Physical pain was secondary; the psychological torment of watching her own body rot and ooze pus was what truly broke a person.

Nearby, Tu Jin watched, heart aching and furious.

You're the one who should be blamed!

If you hadn't driven her out at the start, refusing to let her speak a single full sentence, how could you have driven yourself into this predicament?

Yet these words he could only bury in his heart—he dared not utter them aloud.

Tu Jin smiled apologetically: "Lady, Xuehua has always treated you with great respect—she surely didn't mean it. You're her own mother; if you simply go to her now, give each other a chance, she'll surely wish to ease your suffering."

Seeing Sun Biyun's expression soften slightly, as if she had listened, Tu Jin pressed on: "You're mother and daughter—closest kin in all the world. What misunderstanding can't be cleared up by speaking plainly?"

As he spoke, Tu Jin shot repeated glances at Tu Xuejuan beside him.

Tu Xuejuan quickly agreed: "Yes, Mother, you must have misunderstood Sister. She's always cared for you and respected you—she'd never deliberately make things hard for you."

"And… and Young Master Jiang is very kind, very easy to talk to. If you go to him, he'll surely ask Miss Hou Jian to treat you."

"Amitabha! Female layperson, your body matters most." Though this was a family matter, the Indian monk, compassionate by nature, could not help but offer a word of advice.

Sun Biyun's gaze swept over the three of them. After a moment's silence, she finally nodded.

Tu Jin and Tu Xuejuan were overjoyed.

Yet they failed to realize that from the moment Sun Biyun had cursed Tu Xuehua out the door, control and decision-making had already slipped from her grasp.

…

Outside Tu Xuehua's residence courtyard.

Tu Xuejuan stepped out slowly, her steps heavy, her expression hesitant.

Seeing Tu Xuejuan emerge—volunteered to mediate between them—Tu Jin hurriedly asked: "How did it go?"

Tu Xuejuan glanced at Tu Jin, then at Sun Biyun, hesitated, then spoke honestly: "He said… he won't see you."

300 Snake-Scorpion Sun Biyun, Tu Xuejuan's Confusion

Won't see us?!

Tu Jin and Sun Biyun both froze.

This reply utterly surprised them.

Instantly, a dark cloud settled over Sun Biyun's face; her voice turned icy: "Fine! My own good daughter! Grown up, now she holds a grudge against her own mother—she wishes me dead as soon as possible!"

Sun Biyun was furious.

She had just cursed Tu Xuehua, and now she herself came seeking her.

To Sun Biyun, this was already a great loss of face.

And now, she had lowered herself—and the other dared to give her the cold shoulder, slam the door in her face!

What was this meant to be?

Rebellion?!

Sun Biyun's rage burned so fiercely it even drowned out the agony of the poison's flare-up.

Seeing this, Tu Xuejuan hurried to explain: "Mother, you've misunderstood—it wasn't Sister who said 'won't see you'—it was Young Master Jiang!"

Sun Biyun's furious expression froze on her face.

"Amitabha…" The Indian monk chanted a Buddha's name, feeling deep regret.

It seemed today they would not meet that sage.

Seeing Sun Biyun silenced, Tu Jin asked for her: "That Young Master Jiang—he… did he say why he won't see us?"

Tu Xuejuan glanced at Sun Biyun, opened her mouth, then closed it again.

"Speak!" Tu Jin urged—this concerned Sun Biyun's life.

Tu Xuejuan whispered: "He said… you know in your heart why. Go home, reflect deeply."

Reflect?

Tu Jin froze, then looked at Sun Biyun—but dared not speak.

Seated in her wheelchair, Sun Biyun's face shifted between dark and pale, then after several changes, she drew a deep breath and said calmly: "Push me back."

"Lady…" Tu Jin still wished to plead.

"Push me back!" Sun Biyun's tone sharply rose; her cold gaze swept over Tu Jin.

The lord of Yanxia Shanzhuang dared not utter a single word of protest—he immediately pushed her, turning away.

……

Inside the room.

Through Hou Jian's "Circle Light Technique," the three of them saw everything that had happened outside the courtyard.

Tu Tu Xuehua's expression grew dim, yet she said nothing, her whole body numb, unable even to cry.

Or perhaps she had already cried all her tears dry before.

Jiang Sishui was about to say something comforting, but Tu Tu Xuehua weakly waved her arm: "Big Brother Jiang, Miss Hou Jian, please find any room to rest. I'm feeling unwell—I'll take my leave."

Saying this, she turned and walked away, dragging her weary body.

Jiang Sishui hesitated, then chose not to stop her.

It was clear that what Tu Tu Xuehua needed now was not comfort, but solitude.

With nothing else to do, Jiang Sishui pulled Hou Jian into his arms, kissed her forehead, and smiled: "Good wife, your husband has come to reward you."

A flash of light—and the two vanished from where they stood.

……

After Tu Jin and the others left, Tu Xuejuan had intended to return and plead with Jiang Sishui on Sun Biyun's behalf, when suddenly a diary appeared out of thin air and struck her squarely on the forehead.

"Ah!"

Tu Xuejuan cried out in pain, clutching her head—and saw a book, glowing pure white like jade, hovering calmly before her.

Her hand froze mid-rub, her breath caught, and her heart seemed gripped by an invisible hand.

What the hell is this?

She was terrified by this sudden occurrence.

Until she saw a line of writing on the cover of the glowing white book—

Jiang Sishui's Diary Copy (Exclusive to Tu Xuejuan).

"Is this Big Brother Jiang's?"

Seeing Jiang Sishui's name, Tu Xuejuan let out a long breath of relief.

If this thing was connected to Big Brother Jiang, it certainly wouldn't harm her.

"My name is on it too, and it fell out of nowhere—could it be… Big Brother Jiang's gift to me?"

Curious and puzzled, Tu Xuejuan opened the diary copy.

In the next hour, Tu Xuejuan's worldview was violently overturned.

After reading the entire diary from start to finish, Tu Xuejuan remained stunned, lost in thought.

Jiang Sishui's origins… Tu Tu Xuehua's earlier cryptic words… the condition for possessing the diary copy…

At this moment, Tu Xuejuan understood everything.