Shocking Mountain Moon

Chapter 25 Paper Crane

Chapter 25 Paper Crane
Han Ziheng drank a little too much, and the face of the beauty in front of him was hazy, making her look even more beautiful.

"Zhilan, have a drink with me."

His big hands wrapped around the beauty's waist, and his breath filled with the smell of alcohol sprayed on her snow-white neck.

Zhilan just frowned, then quickly covered it up and picked up the wine glass with a smile.

After a few drinks, Han Ziheng pulled Zhilan towards the couch. The light red gauze curtain fell down, trapping the subtle fragrance in the curtain.

……

Han Ziheng fell into a deep sleep, perhaps because he drank too much, and he was snoring loudly.

Zhilan quietly looked at the sleeping man and thought: He is sleeping very soundly this time.

She raised her hand and touched the orchid hairpin in her hair. It was a gold-plated copper hairpin, and the other end that was embedded in her thick black hair was polished to a sharp point, which could be used as a murder weapon at certain times.

For example...now.

The white and soft fingertips touched the cold hairpin head for a long time. Zhilan bit her lip and tried to pull out the hairpin, but the man beside her suddenly stopped snoring.

"water--"

The courage that I had accumulated with great difficulty receded like the tide, leaving only embarrassment.

Zhilan hurried to the table to pour tea. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the servant guarding the outer room peeking inside and her hand trembled involuntarily.

She thought that after luring Han Ziheng into the trap, she would always have the chance to strike, but when the moment really came, she realized how scared she was.

She was not afraid of death, but she knew clearly that she only had one chance. If she failed to seize it, she would lose her life and there would be no second chance.

After serving Han Ziheng half a glass of water, Zhilan lay down beside him and closed her eyes.

She couldn't sleep, as the image of her younger brother who was tragically killed under a horse's hooves kept echoing in her mind.

Her younger brother was still so young, and he had sweetly called her sister not long ago, but when she saw him again, he was already bloody and dead. Her father wanted to go to Beijing to file a complaint, and his whereabouts were unknown since then. Her mother cried until she went blind, and then hanged herself on the jujube tree in the yard.

She and her brother loved the jujube tree very much. When the jujubes were ripe, she would hit them with a long pole, and the jujubes would fall all over the ground, and some would fall onto her brother's tiger hat. Her brother would always rub the big red jujubes on his clothes and give them to her first.

She hated it so much, hated that arrogant face, hated the horse's hoof that was raised high and then dropped heavily.

She did not go to Beijing, but went to the south first, where she acquired a graceful and elegant temperament in the misty water town, and then came to Beijing.

She thought it would be difficult to find the person, and that she might not be able to find the enemy who destroyed her family until she was old and ugly, but she didn't expect it to be so easy. She even saw the man riding a horse on the street with her own eyes, and no one dared to offend him.

How come such a person doesn't get retribution?

Perhaps arsenic is safer...

The next morning, the patrons left one after another, and the small buildings along the Xiangsha River fell into a deep sleep. Only the scent of cosmetics floated over the water surface flowing with golden fragments.

Zhilan couldn't sleep, so she walked out of her fragrant boudoir, stood on the second floor, leaned on the railing and looked at the lobby below.

The lobby was also quiet, like the bare branches after the abundant fruits of autumn have been plucked, ugly and withered.

A feeling of disgust arose spontaneously, and Zhilan turned back to her room. She paused as she pushed the door open, and lowered her head to look at the ground beneath her feet.

That is a paper crane.

The small paper crane was more than enough to land quietly on the woman's palm.

Zhilan walked into the house holding the paper crane, looked at it, and then opened it to reveal the words inside.

The powerful and vigorous words were sharp, and the content was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into Zhilan's eyes: I know who you want to kill.

Zhilan subconsciously shrank back, and the paper fluttered down. Her face was pale and she was trembling all over. In a short moment, she thought a lot: Who sent the paper crane? Was he trying to trick her or did he really know what she was thinking? Was it Han Ziheng? No, no, it couldn't be him. If it was him, she wouldn't be here.

Could it be Hanfang? Hanfang hated her for stealing her limelight, so it was normal for her to want to threaten her, but how did Hanfang know?
Zhilan's mind was in a mess. She held her head and beads of sweat broke out. It took her a while to pick up the piece of paper and read it carefully word by word.

She had stayed in the south for several years and learned to read and write. Although her handwriting was not good, it could be seen that the words on the paper must have been written by a man.

Could it be one of Hanfang’s benefactors?

Zhilan couldn't figure it out and was in a daze the whole day. At night, she forced herself to welcome the guests and overslept the next day.

This time the paper crane appeared by her window.

Could it be that this paper crane was a living creature that quietly flew in while she was sleeping?

In great fear and confusion, Zhilan even threw the paper crane into the air to see if it could fly.

The paper crane slowly fell down and she reached out to catch it. After opening it, she saw words on it: You won't succeed.

It won’t succeed—Zhilan clenched the paper tightly. At that moment, she even forgot her fear and was left with only anger.

After the anger, there was self-loathing and grievance: She was a cowardly and useless person. Her brother was dead, her parents were gone, so why didn't she die?

If it was her who died under the horse's hooves, perhaps her parents and brother would still be alive and well.

On this day, Zhilan was confused and thought: Whoever sent the paper crane can be whoever he wants, she only has one life left and it is worthless.

On the third day, when Zhilan opened the paper crane, she actually felt a little anxious, and the content on the paper made her breath stop: I can help you.

Help me, it said help me - Zhilan walked back and forth in the room holding the piece of paper, tears streaming down her face without realizing it.

Perhaps because the paper cranes always came to her without anyone noticing, Zhilan developed an irresistible trust in the person who wrote them.

He is so mysterious, maybe he can really do it?
If you lie to her - haha, I've said it before, she only has a worthless life, what's the point of lying?

Zhilan was waiting for the fourth paper crane with great impatience.

And the paper crane emitting a very faint fragrance also arrived as promised.

……

Qiu Heng sneaked into the small building again and saw a paper crane that was not folded very skillfully by the window of Zhilan's boudoir. She knew that the plan she had been planning for many days had made another step forward.

This time she did not leave the paper crane behind, but took away the paper crane folded by Zhilan. She opened it when she returned to Lengxiangju and found a date.

The date was the key message that Zhilan conveyed, and the location was chosen by her.

What she needed Zhilan to do was to let Han Ziheng go to that place so as to complete her plan.

Zhilan - a female prostitute who was too insignificant in the vast history. She died tragically after failing to assassinate Han Ziheng, leaving only a trace in the pile of old papers.

After she came to the capital, she sneaked out of the Bo's mansion many nights. She was familiar with the streets and alleys, brothels and theaters, and finally found her.

That day soon arrived.

Qiu Heng called Fang Zhou over and told her calmly, "Fang Zhou, I'm going to avenge my father."

Fangzhou prepares delicious food seriously every day, and seeing everyone enjoying the snacks happily, he didn't show any surprise.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked Qiu Heng: "Miss, what can I do?"

(End of this chapter)

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