Chapter 121 : This is Your Younger Sister
Chapter 121 - This is Your Younger Sister
In the hazy curtain of rain, a slender silhouette appeared.
Luo Tianxuan.
His wife.
This was their second meeting.
Although she was still slender, she had gained a little weight. Her body had a bit of a fleshy feel to it.
It could be seen that after several months of treatment, although Luo Tianxuan had not fully recovered, her body's condition was clearly improving day by day. Even the skin outside the veil had a bit of a rosy color and was no longer as pale as before. Even her eyes had a bit more luster.
The relationship between the two was a bit complicated. They were husband and wife but had never shared a bed. To say they were doctor and patient didn't seem that simple either. It was more like a cooperative relationship of mutual use.
Luo Tianxuan relied on Song Yan's special medicine to maintain her life, while Song Yan used his marriage to Luo Tianxuan to escape the fiery pit of the Song family, and his skills finally had a chance to be displayed.
Therefore, Song Yan had no ill feelings towards Luo Tianxuan.
In fact, although their last contact was a bit brief, Song Yan's impression of this woman was quite good.
Gentle, considerate, and understanding, without the slightest bit of the willfulness of a royal child.
The raindrops falling near Luo Tianxuan immediately turned into a gray mist, as if an invisible barrier was separating Luo Tianxuan from the surrounding downpour.
Song Yan knew that Luo Tianxuan was a martial artist, but he never would have thought that her strength was actually so terrifying.
What kind of realm was this?
The Rain-Avoiding Realm?
Ai, my own strength is still far behind. I still have to train.
Beside him, Gu Banxia gave a curtsy: "Eldest Young Miss."
Yang Siyao's heart skipped a beat.
A half-month ago, in the middle of the night, it was this woman who had suddenly appeared outside her window, asked about her younger sister's appearance, and then disappeared without a sound. It wasn't until this moment that Yang Siyao finally knew this woman's identity.
Eldest Young Miss? Isn't this Song Yan's wife?
Then, thinking of what had happened between her and Song Yan, she became even more worried.
Ai, if I had known it was like this, I should have held back.
Thinking this, she couldn't help but take a couple more glances at Luo Tianxuan. There was no one else with Luo Tianxuan, but she was carrying a small package in her hand.
Rumble!
Another clap of thunder sounded by their ears. The violent roar seemed to make the entire room shake slightly.
The howling of the wind was everywhere. Strings of raindrops smashed against the ground and pattered against the windows. The accumulated water in the courtyard was already very deep, like a yellow river, flowing towards the lower ground.
Some low tables, small stools, and chairs that hadn't been brought back into the rooms in time were bobbing on the water's surface; it was unknown where they would eventually flow.
The lightning that tore through the night sky from time to time made Luo Tianxuan's figure and face flicker in and out of view, inexplicably adding a gloomy and strange aura.
For some reason, Yang Siyao only felt a chill all over her body, and fine shivers were spreading across her skin.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, it was only a few breaths. In this short time, Luo Tianxuan had been silently watching Song Yan, as if she hadn't noticed Gu Banxia and Yang Siyao in the room at all.
After another little while, Luo Tianxuan finally retracted her gaze and gave a curtsy:
"Husband.”
"Tianxuan is back."
A faint smile also appeared on Song Yan's face.
They were clearly not very familiar, but when facing this wife of his, Song Yan was exceptionally relaxed, as if all pressure had disappeared at this moment. Even the smile on his face seemed exceptionally pure.
"It's cold outside. Come into the house."
Luo Tianxuan, however, shook her head. Her voice was as gentle as ever:
"No, qieshen will leave after delivering something. Husband, please do not take offense. Qieshen's illness has not yet fully healed. When qieshen's body is well, I will naturally serve my husband."
[TL/N: "Qieshen" is a humble or self-deprecating term used by a married woman to refer to herself when speaking to her husband.]
Consumption. As long as it has not healed for even one day, there is still the possibility of it being contagious.
Saying this, Luo Tianxuan took two steps forward. Her gaze reluctantly moved from Song Yan and finally landed on Yang Siyao behind him.
Yang Siyao's body suddenly tensed up. An inexplicable fear made her scalp tingle.
This was clearly a woman of about the same age as herself, no, perhaps even a little younger than her, yet she made Yang Siyao terrified to the extreme.
After a brief hesitation, Luo Tianxuan finally raised her right hand and passed the package in her hand through the window:
"Yang Siyao."
"I, I'm here." Yang Siyao's body trembled slightly.
"Sorry, this is your younger sister."
Boom... Kaka!
Another clap of thunder exploded. Yang Siyao's body swayed violently. She felt her vision go black, and she almost fainted directly.
Her chest heaved rapidly. Her mind instantly went blank, as if she had completely lost the ability to think. In just a few short breaths, all the strength was completely drained from her body. She sat down on the ground with a plop, gasping greedily and rapidly like a drowning person.
Her arms were trembling, and the skin and muscles on her hands were convulsing, making her fingers twist like an eagle's claw.
She wanted to cry.
But she couldn't.
Then, her flat lower abdomen suddenly convulsed violently. A mad churning rose from within her stomach, and her body curled up on the ground. The sound of dry heaving came from her throat.
Silently, he reached out and took the package. Song Yan's expression also gradually darkened.
Luo Tianxuan, outside the window, nodded at Song Yan and Gu Banxia. Her toes tapped lightly on the water's surface, and she had already disappeared without a trace.
The room fell into a dead silence. Even Yang Siyao's painful sounds of dry heaving were gradually swallowed by the downpour outside the window.
……
The downpour in Song Prefecture was torrential. It was the same in the mountain range dozens of kilometers to the northwest.
Perhaps it was even worse.
By the light of the fire in the temple, one could even see thumb-sized hailstones falling outside the cave. That was hail. The leaves were smashed with large and small holes, and even the branches and trunks were pockmarked from the smashing.
The barren mountains were desolate, with no sign of human life.
As far as the eye could see was a thick blackness. Occasionally, one could hear the mournful cries of wild beasts, probably because they had been hit on the head by the hail. The whimpering sounds, mixed in with the downpour and hail, seemed a bit gloomy.
Crack, crack, crack.
Crisp sounds came from overhead. Who knows how many tiles on the roof of the mountain god temple had been shattered. Hopefully, the roof wouldn't be smashed through, otherwise this only place to shelter from the wind and rain would also be gone.
The only fortunate thing was that there was still some dry firewood in the temple, enough to barely start a fire and cook some thin congee.
Around the fire were six figures.
Among them, four were men.
The one in the very center should be the leader of the six. He was a gaunt man, about forty or fifty years of age. His face seemed to have been disfigured and was densely covered with knife scars.
Below him was a man in his thirties, tall and sturdy, with dark skin. His muscles were like coiled blocks of cast iron. Two axes were placed beside him. Even just sitting there motionless, he was like a dormant beast. Anyone could feel his ferocity and cruelty.
The remaining two men looked exactly the same and should be a pair of twins. In their twenties, they were refined and gentle and actually had a bit of a scholarly air.
As for the remaining two women, one was a woman in her forties. Her build and clothes were like a butcher's, with a pig-slaughtering knife tucked at her waist.
The other was a pretty widow in her twenties. Dressed in plain white mourning clothes, her small face was exquisite. Being quiet, she had a unique charm.
Besides this pretty widow, the other five were all dressed as refugees. It's just that their aura was far different from that of refugees.
Sizzle...
The firewood was also a bit damp. It sizzled as it burned, and thick black smoke filled the mountain god temple, making the faces of the several people look a little ugly.
"How far are we still from Ningping?"
"Still fifty or sixty li. If not for this downpour, we should have arrived tonight." The pretty widow sighed, and then her delicate brows furrowed.
She looked at the man whose face was full of scars: "Big Brother, are we really going to make a move?"
"That's the Grand Princess!”