Volume 1 Chapter 162: Humiliation and Deception

  Chapter 162: Tang Tang Does Not Refuse

  Fragrance is the fir fragrance on the south side of Cuifeng Mountain, steady and elegant.

  Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, her purple eyes opened. She was still alive, she was certain of it because of that scent.

  The window is bright, the sky is clear. Looking around, a large bed with four pillars, hanging black gauze curtains. As soon as I move, the snow-white silk quilt slips to one side. I forgot where I was hurt, raised my hand, and suddenly felt a sharp pain that made me gasp for breath. My limbs are weak, my body is soft and mushy, my head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. Just opening my eyes for a moment makes my eyelids feel tired.

  "Miss, the doctor said that you have injured your tendons and bones, lost too much blood, and need to rest quietly. You must not move around carelessly and hurt the wound again, or it will cause the injury to worsen." A small maid appeared in front of the curtain, her voice extremely soft.

  "Who are you?" Mozi spoke up, his voice hoarse.

  "Ying, the maid from Yuan's household. I was transferred here to serve you because you need someone to take care of you. Miss, would you like some water?" Ying's figure stood obediently.

  "Alright, thank you." Indeed, her mouth was dry and her tongue felt parched, so Mozi stood up.

  "Girl, don't exert yourself, if you want to get up, just tell the maid." The canopy was lifted, and a young girl in a green skirt with a blue shirt looked a bit timid. She had an ordinary appearance, but was born with big hands and feet. Her clothes were new, but didn't fit her size, they were a bit too large.

  Mei Zi smiled, "Luo Ying, were you serving a master before?" Doesn't seem like it.

  "No, I used to be a laundry maid. Captain Hua said the young lady was injured and it wouldn't be convenient for a man to take care of her, so he specially arranged for us to come. The young master just moved in, and there aren't many servants in the mansion. There are only two maids, and they're both used to doing rough work. I'm clumsy with my hands and feet, all I know how to do is wash clothes, I've never served someone as beautiful as you before, nor have I ever worn such beautiful silk clothes. If I don't serve you well, just scold me and I'll definitely improve." Yan Ying felt embarrassed that Mo Zi was looking at her hands, so she put them under her skirt to rub them, a habit from washing clothes.

  Mozi thought, the last time she almost fell off, she woke up and became a human servant; this time when she almost fell off, she woke up and actually had a servant. Speaking of which, I wonder if that hundred taels of silver is still around?

  Although Luo Ying's movements were a bit clumsy, she had great strength and was very meticulous. She helped Mo Zi get up and lean against the pillow, saying "wait a minute" before going to fetch water.

  Mozi looked down at her own body, wearing a white silk undergarment, with layers of gauze tied around her chest. She wasn't worried about anything leaking out; preserving her life was the most important thing. To expect her to follow etiquette would be laughable. She just wanted to know how long she had been unconscious, and even the bleeding had stopped.

  After drinking water, she asked Luo Ying, "Do you know how long I've been asleep?"

  "It's been seven days." Luo Ying said, patting her chest, looking a bit frightened. "I've never seen anyone sleep for so long like that girl, only eating medicine and drinking soup water, nothing else. I and Hua Ying thought... we thought..."

  "I thought you wouldn't wake up." The door opened and Yuan Cheng walked in.

  Another all-black outfit, woven with silver threads, the dyeing technique of black mountains and white waters, a painting hidden in the lines. Like others, it's only after a second glance that things don't seem right. Worn on him, an air of elegance and leisure, without a care in the world.

  "Mr. Yuan really likes black." Can't help but admit that black is probably the most suitable color for this person, his heart is too deep, who can see through?

  Yuancheng didn't respond to Mozi's words and sat down at the round table opposite her bed, pouring herself a cup of tea.

  The willow's busy calling out to the master, good fortune has descended upon his body.

  This situation of a man and a woman being alone together reminded Mozi of the play where Wei Liu relied on Xiao Er, but the other person was Yuanqing, and she wasn't Wei Liu.

  "Is Miss Mozi hungry? Do you want me to have someone prepare some food?" As long as she can wake up, she can live. That white-haired old imperial physician said so. Looks like he's not a quack doctor.

  "I'm hungry, but I still can't eat solid food for now. Something semi-liquid is better." Feeling refreshed after waking up, feeling a bit weak but very happy, "If it's not too much trouble for Master Yuan's chef, congee or soup, chicken soup, fish soup, bone soup, any kind of soup is fine with me." Eat something to supplement what's lacking. She almost died from heart failure and her body was severely damaged, so everything needs to be supplemented.

  As he fainted in front of her, blood flowed profusely, his face was as white as paper, and his pulse was almost imperceptible. She thought she wouldn't be able to hold on until he found someone to save her life. When she took the medicine from the arrow wound, she didn't even move, and her breathing was like a strand of silk. For seven days and seven nights, he poured countless medicines into her, but he could see that she was getting better day by day. The wound no longer bled, her complexion was pale, but her breathing was stable, and her pulse grew stronger from weakness. He who had almost died understood her. Even if it took just one breath, she would recover.

  She told him that even ants struggle to survive, and he should go all out against Emperor Zhou of Shang.

  He argued.

  She said to him, "If I can clear Yuan's name and bring justice, what does it matter if I have to humble myself?"

  He begged.

  She said to him, since Nan De has abandoned him, who else does he need to be loyal to? Of course, it's being loyal to himself.

  He is loyal.

  So he lived.

  So she will live too.

  That arrow was heading straight for the heart. The imperial physician also said that it was absolutely intentional, with malice and cruelty, to kill first and then enjoy afterwards.

  He thought this old man had heard too many stories, using so many words, spitting stars flying everywhere, but at least someone wanting to kill her was an indisputable fact.

  She must have known this too, how could she let herself die so easily?

  A private goods smuggler, a young servant girl from a wealthy family who runs out every day, with unclear identity and whereabouts, but the calamity of being killed was somewhat beyond his expectation.

  Mozi thought of her sleeping for seven days in his house and wondered if Qiu San Niang would think she had absconded with the funds.

  "Sir, may I ask someone to send me over the wall? It's been many days since I returned, and I think the master must be anxious." After finishing speaking, she found herself becoming more and more like a slave as a maid.

  "Don't worry. On the day when Mozi was injured, I had already asked Huayi to inform his junior sister, Xiaoyi, to pass on a message to your master." Taking a sip of tea, he continued as a messenger, "Let you recover well and don't rush back."

  This megaphone must have misheard. Would Qiu Sanniang say that? Take good care of your injuries, no need to rush back? According to Mozi's understanding of this young lady, she would definitely ask what happened and how badly she was injured. If it's possible to move her, no matter what, she should be moved over the wall so she can see for herself.

  However, she didn't have the energy to argue with Yuan Chun now, and her eyelids were so tired that they could hardly be lifted. As soon as the idea of sleep emerged, her body automatically slid down. The problem of being hungry was minor, but not letting her sleep would pose a risk to her life.

  "Mo Ge." Yuan Cheng's voice sounded lighter.

  "Mr. Yuan." The volume was low, but the weight was not light. His dark purple brain couldn't be said to be very clear-headed, at least very vigilant. It's just his nature.

  "If Mo Ge wakes up from this sleep, his life will be worry-free. Can Yuan Mou be considered to have repaid the favor he owed to Mo Ge?" Yuan Cheng asked slowly as he gazed at the person gradually lying down on the bed.

  "Mr. Yuan, can't this matter be discussed after I've fully recovered? Whether to report or not, and how to report it, should be decided by sitting down together over a cup of tea. One person's words cannot be considered final." She had been seriously injured once before and had suffered a great loss, so she wouldn't make the same mistake again.

  Yuan Cheng smiled lightly, and the bottom of his cup touched the marble tabletop with a crisp sound.

  Mo Zi also smiled slightly, closed her eyes and lay down completely, pulling up the silk quilt. "Mr. Yuan, don't think I'm being greedy. When people are sick, their brains are muddled and unclear, it's easy to make fundamental mistakes. Mr. is a genius, can't let me spread the evil name of taking advantage of others in times of crisis in the future? Mr. Shaozi is a doctoral student at Tai Xue, can't be said to have misled his disciples."

  Light laughter, Yuan Cheng's words were a bit muddled. "Brother Mo is afraid of losing out, so let's wait a bit. Brother Mo just sleeps, and when he wakes up from this nap, there will be chicken soup, fish soup, and bone soup. If you dream of eating things, it'll be fine, save your appetite for the soup, I, Yuan, will make sure you're full, no matter what."

  Mo Zi thought to herself, this person thinks too much, even her dreams are being considered for her.

  Let's put everything on hold for now, the stabbing incident, the favor, the boatyard, and San Niang's matter. Let her sleep until she is full of energy and vitality, then take them out one by one and see.

  While Mozi continued to sleep soundly, a brown eagle landed in a majestic palace far outside the Great Zhou.

  A pair of large and powerful hands stretched out, took down the paper strip from the tube on the eagle's claw, slowly unfolded it, and then tore it to shreds in an instant.

  Snow-white paper scraps fluttered down from the window that was as high as a cliff.

  But all I saw was a pair of sleeves, purple and gold in color, with two dragons playing with a pearl. On the slender and beautiful ring finger, a purple-red phoenix stone.

  "King, but has there been any news?" A delicate and beautiful voice came from behind the purple-robed person.

  Just listening to the sound can make people's imagination run wild.

  Hu Wei found Ah Zi's comb, but still couldn't find the person. The purple-robed man had his back to the window, his back slightly arched, as if exhausted by this news.

  "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Heaven's kindness and good virtue will protect her, and with her auspicious appearance, she'll surely avoid this calamity. Who knows, maybe tomorrow she'll be standing in front of you, smiling and chatting with you."

  Also a pair of hands, small and delicate, with golden and pink-painted fingernails, wearing a clear phoenix-tail ring on the index finger, were tucked into the arm crook of a man in purple robes. Her back was straight and proud, clad in a wide-sleeved blue robe with silver embroidery of peacock feathers and golden wings.

  "How can I not worry? That day she was angry with me for being unfaithful, and the tone of her words implied a breakup. I thought she was just throwing a tantrum and planned to coax her back after things settled down. Could it be that we're really parting ways forever?" The man spoke sorrowfully.

  "The king isn't saying that if he doesn't see his sister's body for a day, he won't believe the news of her death? If so, why worry excessively? Now that the comb has been found, perhaps it was the king's true feelings that moved heaven, and soon his sister will also appear. His sister said, 'As long as the comb is here, I am here.' Don't forget, the king, how clever his sister is, who in the world can compare? If you worry yourself sick, when your sister returns, won't it be distressing for her?" The woman's words of comfort were soothing to his heart.

  The man slowly pulled out his arm, saw the woman stiffen, and couldn't bear it, finally holding that small hand, forcing a smile.

  Another sleepless night tonight.

  It's already 2012 here, wishing everyone a happy new year.

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