Facing Qin Liuxi’s words, Si Lengyue herself also felt a trace of uncertainty; was it the ancestors of the Si Family that first committed evil deeds, thus leading to today’s consequences?
Seeing her silent, Qin Liuxi didn’t disturb her and took the sugar figure handed over by the old man, glanced at it, and smilingly handed over five copper coins.
"That’s too much," the old man only took three and handed the remaining two back.
"It’s very well-made, worth it," Qin Liuxi said, holding the sugar figure’s stick, "Old man, when heading home, don’t take your usual path, and if you must, do not go at the end of the Hour of the Monkey."
The old man was startled.
But Qin Liuxi had already walked away with the sugar figure.
The old man shook his head, thinking it was just a young man joking with him.
Si Lengyue, having witnessed this, asked, "What’s wrong with that old man? Why did you warn him like that?"
Qin Liuxi, licking the sugar figure, said, "His Yintang is showing a red glow; there’s a potential disaster involving blood."
"Why didn’t you clearly tell him?"
Qin Liuxi turned to look at her and said, "Everyone has their fate; whether they can avoid it depends on destiny. I’ve already given him a hint. What his fate will be, depends on his life. If he is destined to face this calamity, then it’s his fate."
Si Lengyue fell silent.
"This is how it is with all living things; interfering in everything is impossible, and even the Heavenly Dao would not allow it," Qin Liuxi said coolly, "All living beings must comply with their natural destined paths."
A chill arose in Si Lengyue’s heart.
"Of course, if one interferes, there might still be a chance to alter the outcome," Qin Liuxi suddenly crunched, biting off the hand of the sugar figure, and said, "If I interfere, it will be like fighting against Heaven, striving against the Dao."
Si Lengyue shuddered, looking at the sugar figure in her hand, she said, "You ate your own hand."
Weren’t they discussing a serious topic?
As the two headed towards the Si Family’s place, they suddenly heard the urgent sound of horse hooves accompanied by brash swearing, "Get out of the way."
Si Lengyue, her eyes sharp, saw someone coming at full gallop, cracking a whip, while a ball rolled out, she instantly panicked and drifted forward without a second thought.
As expected, as the ball fell, a little girl around three or four years old stumbled out.
The man on horse loudly drove people away, the horse hooves kicked the ball, and the little girl, hit by a whip, was thrown into mid-air.
Passersby cried out in alarm.
This child was doomed.
"Yan’er." A woman dressed in a coarse cloth skirt cried out.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded; the little girl who should have fallen to the ground was held by some invisible force three inches above the ground and then landed steadily.
Others couldn’t see, but Qin Liuxi saw that it was Si Lengyue who had drifted over to cushion the child with her own body.
Qin Liuxi looked towards the playboy who, not only had caused a huge mistake but was also cursing filthy words, laughing arrogantly as he rode past.
Oh, more arrogant than her, that won’t do; she needs to intervene.
Qin Liuxi flicked her fingers performing a mantra, a wisp of gray evil spirit wrapped around the playboy.
In no time, the horse carrying the playboy went mad, throwing the playboy off, and a horse’s hoof stepped on his foot, crack—it was broken.
The playboy’s screams echoed from the head to the tail of the street.
Qin Liuxi, however, remained indifferent and walked towards the little girl named Yan’er.
The little girl was already held in her mother’s arms, crying out in shock, tears falling down, "Yan’er, my treasure, what are we going to do now?"
The crowd had already gathered around.
The little girl seemed startled, somewhat dazed.
"Quick, go find a doctor. Gosh, how did it hit her neck and face? This will disfigure her, she’s such a pretty girl."
Qin Liuxi approached and then noticed the girl’s neck to her chin was a bloody mess, her gaze deepened immediately.
"That’s too unlucky, that’s the Ninth Young Master of the Tu Family, I heard his horsewhip is custom-made with hooks meant to make the horse run faster," someone informed.
"Sigh, being left alive is already good fortune. Some people were trampled to death by his horse, and only a dozen or a few silver coins settle the matter." In the eyes of the powerful, the common people are like ants, their lives are worthless.
Si Lengyue had already come to stand beside Qin Liuxi, speaking solemnly: "Compared to the playboy of the Shi Family, this Ninth Young Master of the Tu Family is utterly unscrupulous and tyrannical, truly committing every conceivable misdeed. It’s not the first time he’s killed commoners in the street, always dismissing it by sparing some silver. What can the commoners do, daring not to contend with the powerful?"
Qin Liuxi said nothing, only parted the crowd, squatted down, and rubbed the frightened little girl’s Ghost Heart Acupoint, then massaged her hand repeatedly. Only then did the girl snap out of it and burst into tears.
"Mom, my face hurts so much." Yan’er sobbed loudly, reaching to touch her face.
The woman felt as if the sky had fallen, her face a mask of despair.
"Don’t touch, I guarantee it will return to normal," Qin Liuxi pulled her hand down, took out a jade bottle from her bosom, poured a sugar pill for her to suck on: "Don’t be afraid."
Yan’er felt a sweet taste mixed with medicine trickle down her throat, lifting her eyes to look at Qin Liuxi, hiccuping.
"Where is Changsheng Hall in Qingzhou City?" Qin Liuxi then asked.
"Changsheng Hall? It’s in Vermilion Bird Street at Changxin Square." Someone volunteered the information: "It’s not far, just two streets away."
Qin Liuxi stood up: "Then let’s go to Changsheng Hall, I’ll treat your face."
The woman looked at her, hesitant.
"Young master, the medicine at Changsheng Hall is very expensive, they don’t have the silver for it," someone said.
The woman began to wipe her tears again.
This is how it is for the common folk, whenever the medicine is slightly better, they don’t have the silver for it, they can only wait for death.
"As long as we go, it can be treated. Let’s go," Qin Liuxi said.
She walked ahead, and the woman bit her lip and followed. If it really could be treated, she would sell everything necessary to treat Yan’er.
As Qin Liuxi walked, she asked Si Lengyue next to her: "What’s the background of that Tu surname?"
"His grandfather is the Minister of the Ministry of Imperial Stables, his elder brother Tu San married Miss Meng from a rising noble family in the capital," Si Lengyue coldly said: "Now with Noble Princess Consort Meng having borne a prince and receiving favor, her status, as well as that of Miss Meng, keeps rising. Apparently, the Tu Family is now regulated by Miss Meng, her authority might be sufficient, but unfortunately, she’s somewhat superficial, the Tu Family is also a mess of problems now."
A relative of the Meng Family, this could be manageable.
Qin Liuxi glanced at her: "You seem quite familiar with these relationships among the powerful."
Si Lengyue: "I am the Head of the Si Family, all external and even internal affairs of the Si Family are under my management, and the Si Family also operates numerous businesses, naturally having channels for information. Otherwise, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even live past sixteen."
Mother passed away early, father gentle like a bun, if she wasn’t strong or smart, they would have been devoured long ago.
But don’t think her competence implies safety, outsiders are actually waiting to see when she will die, after all, women of the Si Family never live past twenty-five.
She probably won’t be an exception!