Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 2 I am your fiancé whom you have never met

When Yan Ciwan vomited blood just now, the young Taoist priest could have avoided it.

But he was afraid that Yan Ciwan would fall to the ground, so he could only let him spit blood on his clothes.

He held Yan Ciwan with one hand and pinched her philtrum with the other.

Yan Ciwan was suddenly awakened by the pain.

The young Taoist priest then withdrew his hand and took out a silk handkerchief, wanting to wipe the blood off his body, but paused and finally handed the handkerchief to Yan Ciwan.

His original intention was to ask Yan Ciwan to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but she directly pressed the silk handkerchief on the wound on her chest.

Yan Ciwan endured the pain and said weakly: "Thank you for saving me. I didn't mean to spit blood on you. You really didn't need to pinch me so hard."

She felt like her philtrum was about to be broken by the pinch. This man was so cruel!

The young Taoist priest observed her expression and asked, "Chao Erniang, where did you get this injury?"

He looked at her wounds and thought she must have been stabbed by a weapon like a sword.

But how could she, an unmarried girl, suffer such an injury?

Yan Ciwan had recovered some strength by this time. When she heard his question, she frowned slightly: "Chao Er Niang? Are you calling me? I am indeed the second child in the family, but my last name is not Chao."

Now it was the young Taoist's turn to frown.

He asked, "Aren't you Chaolu, the second wife of the Chao Mansion?"

"Of course not!" Yan Ciwan denied.

Then her expression changed slightly. Why did the other party recognize the wrong person? Could it be that she really came back to life and became the second wife of the Chao family?
She immediately reached out to touch her lower back and felt the familiar hilt of the knife. The thing was still there, which meant that she was still Yan Ciwan, and she felt relieved.

Since she didn't come back to life through some kind of misunderstanding, it means that the other party recognized the wrong person.

Yan Ci looked at the other person and asked, "Thank you, sir. May I ask who you are and where is this place?"

The young Taoist priest was still pondering her strange reaction.

He answered calmly, "My name is Xiao Liulang from Dongdu, my courtesy name is Wuming Wujiu, and I am your fiancé whom you have never met."

Yan Ciwan's eyes suddenly widened. Fiancé? ! The other party immediately continued, "I went to Qiyun Mountain in Huangshan to seek medical advice. I passed by Xiangzhou and heard that my fiancée had passed away. I came here to pay my respects. This is the mourning hall set up for you."

Yan Ciwan could not hide his surprise.

She wanted to scold the other person for talking nonsense!

She did have a fiancé, but his name was not Xiao Wang, but the crown prince Li Cunxing.

But looking at the other person's calm eyes, she realized that he was not talking nonsense, what he said was true.

Yan Ci Wan turned his head and looked at the tablet on the incense table again to make sure that he was not mistaken. The name written on the tablet was Chao Lu, not Yan Ci Wan.

So she asked in disbelief.

"Isn't the dead the morning dew?"

Xiao Wang's expression became very strange.

He looked her up and down and asked, "Aren't you Zhaolu?"

"I'm not Chaolu!" Yan Ciwan denied it, then took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Please help me pass on a message, I want to meet the owner of this house."

She is the only daughter of Xizhou King Yan Hengyu and Princess Ning Qingyang. She is the Princess Leyou bestowed by the Sage's decree and the future Crown Princess who is about to marry the Crown Prince.

How did she suddenly become the second wife of the Chao family?
There must be some hidden secret in this, and she must get to the bottom of it.

Xiao Wang took in the changes in her expression, and many guesses emerged in his mind, but he did not show any of it on his face.

"You can take a rest here. General Chao is outside. I will ask him to come over for you."

After saying this, he turned and left the mourning hall.

Yan Ciwan covered the wound that was still bleeding, gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and stood up with difficulty.

She staggered to the door, leaned her back against it, and listened carefully to the conversation outside.

(End of this chapter)