“She’s really terrified of me.” Lu Fenying put one hand to his forehead, remembering Qian’er’s fear when she looked at him and her helpless pleas. She reminded him of Mo Qian’er.
However, Mo Qian’er never cried no matter how scared she was and how she begged.
He never saw Mo Qian’er cry. He had tried many things, but no matter how he hurt her, she never cried.
The Daoist nun cried, but he knew that she wasn’t crying because she was scared, but because of hatred.
Who did she hate so much that she would cry?
“She should be. She’s scared of me too. She fainted the moment I touched her.”
Lu Fenying raised an eyebrow. “What happened? Did you scold her?”
Red Wolf shook his head. “No. I accidentally touched her when I accepted the pill, and she shuddered and passed out in fear, as if I was going to send her off to a slaughterhouse.”
Lu Fenying narrowed his eyes. She might be scared of him because of the rumor on the streets that he was cold-blooded enough to kill his mother.
But to be frightened of Red Wolf to that extent, as if he had mistreated her before, was strange.
“Do you think she’s similar to Mo Qian’er?” A thought popped up in Lu Fenying’s head.
“They’re both thin and pitiful, but their faces are nothing alike.”
“Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”
Why would Mo Qian’er come back after escaping? She might seem weak, but she was too smart to come back.
And even if she did come back, she would disguise herself, and wouldn’t act so obviously like this in front of him.
“However, it isn’t that hard to change one’s face,” remarked Red Wolf.
Lu Fenying stood up. “No, even if Mo Qian’er changed her appearance, she would never come back here. Give me the pill.”
Red Wolf gave him the pill, and Lu Fenying disappeared from the study.
Red Wolf thought for a moment. If Mo Qian’er could change her appearance, would she really come back to the crown prince’s residence?
The answer was clear: She wouldn’t come back. She didn’t have the guts.
Qian’er, who was thought to be too gutless to return, woke up soon after she was back in the western courtyard. She saw Gu Bailu the moment she opened her eyes, and she sat up in a hurry. “Master, I was too useless. I…”
Gu Bailu patted the back of her hand and said, “Say no more. I completely understand. I’m glad you’re alright…”
She had been stimulating Qian’er with silver needles to wake her up, afraid that something would happen to her.
If one’s soul was frightened out of the body, it would be very hard to get it back.
Or bluntly speaking, Qian’er might have gone out of her mind with fear after encountering Lu Fenying today.
“I’m really useless, master. I really hate myself for behaving like this, but the moment I saw him, I was scared. Even when I wanted to resist, I couldn’t muster any strength – I couldn’t even curse him. It all got stuck in my throat.”
Qian’er covered her face with both hands, and only then realized that one was wrapped in a bandage.
She gnashed her teeth. “I… Did I…”
“It’s fine. If you’re really scared, don’t see him anymore. I’ll do the rest.” Gu Bailu wasn’t a shrink. She didn’t know how to treat a psychological issue.
“I don’t want to be like this. Even when I don’t see him, I have nightmares every night. I’m scared that I’ll really kill myself one day.”
Because she hated her incompetence and for being unable to put up any resistance, she would hurt herself every time she woke up from a nightmare.