"You’re hurt this badly and still say it’s nothing!" Zheng Chuyi’s face was stern, and she didn’t take the brocade pouch from Qiuse’s hand. Instead, she supported her arm with great concern and said, "Who told you two to decide on your own to fetch the Konghou? It’s just an inanimate object after all! Was it worth it for both of you to suffer such serious injuries for it? Come on, I’ll take you to get treated."
As she finished speaking, she helped the two of them towards the upstairs.
These words hit right at the hearts of Qiuse and Zhang Ying.
Just with these words, they felt that even if their injuries were more severe, it would be worth it.
Zheng Chuyi always knew how to make a good impression.
Her use of language was particularly clever.
With just a few words, she could make people willing to give everything for her, even their lives, and those people would still feel grateful to her.
"What happened?" The three of them had just reached the stairs when they encountered Jiang Mubai coming down.
Zheng Chuyi said, "Mubai, Qiuse and Zhang Ying are hurt. You take Zhang Ying to get treated quickly, and I’ll take Qiuse."
"Alright," Jiang Mubai nodded, then helped Zhang Ying to a guest room.
"Be careful. Where did you go? How did you get hurt so badly?" Jiang Mubai frowned slightly.
"Brother Jiang, do you need my help?" Shangguan Xiaoxiao popped up from nowhere, asking with a smile.
"No need. Go back where you came from," Jiang Mubai refused flatly, without any expression on his face.
Lately, he had truly been worn out by Shangguan Xiaoxiao’s persistence.
"Ah," Shangguan Xiaoxiao said teasingly, "Brother Jiang, are you sure you want me to leave? This person has been injured by the Divine Beast White Tiger. Without our Shangguan family’s unique secret medicine, he’s likely to die; he probably won’t even survive the night."
"Oh," she continued with a affected sigh, "what a pity, such a young life snuffed out so early, so pitiful..."
As she spoke, she walked away, shaking her head.
Injured by the White Tiger?
Jiang Mubai looked at Zhang Ying incredulously, wondering if he had tried to steal the elixir grass. How could he get injured by the Divine Beast White Tiger for no reason?
The wounds on his back, though they were ferocious and the white bones were clearly visible, didn’t seem like the marks of a tiger’s claws.
And, in this mundane world, how could an ancient beast like the White Tiger appear?
Jiang Mubai didn’t take Shangguan Xiaoxiao’s words to heart and turned to take Zhang Ying to the guest room. He helped him lie on the bed and then applied an elixir to his wounds.
At this moment, Zhang Ying had already lost consciousness and was passed out on the bed.
On the other side, after handing over the brocade pouch to Zheng Chuyi, Qiuse also fell unconscious.
Zheng Chuyi called a servant to clean Qiuse’s facial wounds and then walked out of the room with an indifferent expression.
It was a stark contrast to her earlier anxious demeanor.
Timing the moment, Madam Mo and Mo Feixue should also have arrived.
Indeed, as soon as she went downstairs, a servant came to report.
"Miss Zheng, Miss Mo has arrived with the old lady; they are at the door. Do you want to see them?"
The corners of Zheng Chuyi’s mouth lifted in a slight curve, "Yes, invite them in. Serve them the finest Zidian Yunwu tea. I’ll be there shortly. If they ask, you tell them I’m recuperating due to poor health," she said.
"Yes," the servant replied and then left.
Zheng Chuyi touched her long hair, then turned and walked in another direction.
She had said it before: one day, she would return to the Mo family and take the supreme position. And look, that day had arrived, hadn’t it?
Not only had she returned, but she was personally received by Madam Mo herself.
The feeling was truly delightful.
Didn’t Madam Mo look down on her? Didn’t she disregard the mother-daughter bond built over many years?
But in the end, wasn’t she still pleading with her?
What help could that vulgar person provide her?
Today, she was determined to let her know who was the true Mistress of the Mo family.
Who could bring endless glory to the Mo family!
Zheng Chuyi walked leisurely to her own room.
After returning to her room, she changed her clothes at a measured pace, then burned incense and washed her hands before finally opening the brocade pouch to release the ancient Konghou.
How wonderful, the Konghou was back, and Mo Zhixuan was hers again.
Moreover, she was the reincarnation of the Empress!
She was destined to rule over the Three Realms.
Zheng Chuyi slowly walked to the Konghou, gently raised her hand, and plucked the strings.
There was only silence.
The cold, hard strings made no sound at all.
Zheng Chuyi’s face gradually turned ugly, her eyes narrowing with intense anger.
If she couldn’t play the Konghou, how could she prove her identity as the reincarnation of the Empress?
She had been able to play it before.
What was she to do now?
The fingers that Zheng Chuyi used to hold the strings were oozing drops of blood, yet she remained unaware.
A sense of panic mingled with confusion.
Especially thinking that Madam Mo and Mo Feixue were waiting for her in the main hall.
What exactly did that accursed mortal do to the Konghou?
Zheng Chuyi paced back and forth in her room—
Moments later.
She emerged from the room, looking a bit pale and unsteady on her feet, portraying a fragile appearance, "Aunt Mo, Sister Feixue, you’ve arrived." As she finished, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly.
"Chuyi, what’s wrong with you? I just heard from the servant that you were not feeling well. Are you okay?" Mo Feixue asked with some nervousness.
"It’s nothing," Zheng Chuyi replied with a forced smile. "Just a minor cold. By the way, what brings you and Aunt Mo here today?"
She knew the answer but asked deliberately, intending to subtly humiliate Madam Mo with her words.
Just to see the expression of pain on her face.