Chapter 493 - 261 Benben_1
Brother Jie saw that Auntie Cheng had made clothes for the Little Monk and everyone else, but not for him, and he was extremely envious. He walked over, looking pitiful, and said, "Auntie Cheng, what about Brother Jie? You made clothes for my brothers and sisters, and even for Little Master Hongji, but why did you forget about me?"
It was only then that Cheng Yue remembered she had forgotten about this endearing child, and she said with great guilt, "Oh, it’s Auntie Cheng’s fault for forgetting about Brother Jie. Wait, as soon as Hongji leaves, I will make some for you too."
Only then did Brother Jie purse his lips and smile.
Now, Brother Jie could enter Wangjiang Building, but Prince Consort Pan still did not dare to enter. He would escort Brother Jie to the door and then go back himself.
It was getting darker, and Qian Yixiu, Qian Yijin, and the Little Monk saw that the snow outside was getting heavier. This was probably the heaviest snowfall in Huaxi Village in recent years, and they were all terribly worried.
The three of them exchanged a glance, then stood up and walked outside together. Before leaving, Qian Yixiu said to Cheng Yue, "Mother, please stay safe at home. We’re going to look for Monkey Brother and the others at the crossroads."
Cheng Yue was also worried about the House of Animals, and after hearing this, she nodded, blocking the children who were following them, including Brother Jie, Ming Wa, and Jingjing.
Qian Yixiu and the others, along with a few maids and boy servants, went back to the fork in the road between Xijing Mountain and Xishi Mountain, which was a common route for the House of Animals to travel in and out of the mountains. They walked in about fifty meters, and Qian Yijin wanted to go further, but was stopped by the boy servant Qian Xiaolei. Qian Sangui had instructed them not to go deep into the fork, where there was a large burial mound, and the yin energy was heavy.
They stood there waiting. It was so cold, and they kept stomping their feet while occasionally holding their hands to their mouths to breathe warm air.
Villagers knew the animals of Guiyuan had not returned for several months, and passersby occasionally offered words of comfort, urging them not to be anxious.
In the snowstorm, the nearly barren Shixi Mountain seemed even more majestic and icy, while verdant Xijing Mountain also looked much more desolate and lonely.
The snow was getting heavier, making it nearly impossible to see a few meters ahead. The maids and boy servants opened up umbrellas to shield the group of three from the snowflakes.