Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The waiter spoke angrily, but the woman kept shaking her head vigorously.
“No… no… my children are not dead… they are really not dead… I carried them here…” The woman wailed as she clung desperately to Lu Shaoqing’s trousers.
The citizens of Ping City that surrounded them began discussing the matter among themselves. This woman had been making a scene in Ping City for quite some time. Many of them knew of the incident and offered their opinions. They all said that the woman was crazy for insisting that the two bundles of straw were her son and daughter.
When the incident had first occurred, some had their suspicions. To clear its name, the inn had allowed the City Lord and the woman to conduct over ten searches, but not even the shadow of a ghost had been found, much less the children.
In fact, the entire Ping City had been in an uproar looking for these two “non-existent” children. Even the sentries within the city had been mobilized, but there had been no results.
After a long time, people suddenly remembered that no one had ever seen this woman’s two children. People began to question whether the two children actually existed.
Now, almost no one believed that this woman had really brought her children to Ping City.
The bystanders’ discussion made the already uneasy woman even more frantic. She suddenly released Lu Shaoqing’s trousers and knelt, frantically kowtowing to the impatient waiter.
“I beg you, please let me in. I beg you, please return my children to me… return them to me…”
The woman’s voice was desperately forlorn. Her head knocked on the ground as she kowtowed, and fresh blood soon stained the stone step of the inn door.
Ji Fengyan frowned slightly as she looked on. Without waiting for the bystanders to say anymore, she pulled up the woman who as kneeling outside the inn.
When she was suddenly pulled upright, the woman looked in surprise at the pretty young lady before her.
“Tell me how you lost your children. Perhaps I can help you look for them.” Ji Fengyan spoke smilingly. She could not bear to see the woman become a joke after losing her children.
The woman was unaware that she had already become the laughingstock of Ping City’s citizens. When she heard that Ji Fengyan was willing to help her, her eyes immediately brightened. She stopped weeping and wailing and vigorously nodded.
Ji Fengyan glanced at Lu Shaoqing. They brought the woman away from the inn and found a quiet pavilion to sit down.
The woman was somewhat confused. As they conversed, Ji Fengyan spoke as slowly as possible and listened to everything the woman had to say.
Although they referred to her as a woman, she was only in her twenties. Not long after she was married, she had given birth to a son and daughter. When her village was attacked by demons, her husband had died tragically under the demons’ claws in order to save her and the children. She was fortunate enough to escape with her children and fled to Ping City.
She had thought that she had finally found a hope of survival, but who knew…
Her children had suddenly vanished, replaced by two bundles of straw.
“My children… are still alive. I carried them here. When I carried them, they were still warm… They would smile at me… and look at me…” When the woman spoke about her children, she could not stop her tears from flowing.
Ji Fengyan silently patted the woman’s shoulder. Earlier, when the woman was arguing with the waiter, she had used her vital energy to check the entire inn.
There was no scent of babies in the inn.