Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 6: Buying and Selling Corpses
Yan Ciwan suddenly opened his eyes!
What caught my eye was a goose yellow scented tent with a pattern of colorful butterflies flying through flowers embroidered on the top.

There was an exclamation from the side.

"She's awake!"

Yan Ciwan first raised his hand and touched his wound that had been bandaged properly, then secretly pinched his arm, which was very painful.

It seems that she is really awake and not dreaming at this moment.

She breathed a sigh of relief. The dream just now scared her. The scene in the dream was too real and almost made her believe that she was really dead.

Someone sat down beside the bed, first felt her pulse, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God you're alive!"

Yan Ciwan turned around and saw a middle-aged woman sitting beside the bed.

The woman had a gentle and friendly temperament. She wore a round-necked apricot-yellow dress, a green plum hairpin on her head, and a silk scarf around her neck.

Behind her stood a maid in a green dress.

The maid held her chest, looking frightened. She said, "You suddenly lost all your breath just now. We thought you didn't make it and died. We were so scared."

Yan Ciwan asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Where is this place?"

The woman explained the confusion to her in a gentle voice.

"My maiden name is Liu. I am Chao Yuanzhi's wife and Chao Lu's mother. This is my maid Luhua. This is Tingfeng Courtyard, which was originally Chao Lu's boudoir. But Chao Lu is not at home now, so you can rest assured and recuperate here."

Yan Ciwan reached behind him, but found nothing.

She suddenly became anxious and wanted to sit up, but accidentally pulled the wound and gasped in pain.

Liu quickly held her shoulders and said, "Don't move. The wound on you was very deep and almost penetrated your left chest. Fortunately, you have a different physique from ordinary people and your heart is in the right chest. Otherwise, this wound would have killed you. You have to stay in bed for the next few days and don't move."

Yan Ciwan discovered that his clothes had been changed.

She asked anxiously, "Madam, where are my original clothes?" "They are all here." Liu glanced at Luhua.

Luhua understood and quickly brought over a red dress, which was exactly what Yan Ciwan was originally wearing.

Yan Ci Wan hurriedly reached out her hand, hugged her dress, and reached inside to feel around. She soon felt the familiar handle of the knife, and her heart immediately settled down.

She relaxed and lay down comfortably.

Liu helped her cover the quilt, then took the pill from Luhua and fed it to Yan Ciwan.

"You have lost too much blood, and your Qi and blood are seriously deficient. This pill can replenish Qi and blood. Take one pill each morning, noon and evening."

The silk scarf that was originally tightly wrapped around Liu's neck loosened slightly as she moved. Yan Ciwan saw the bruises on her neck, which seemed to be caused by someone pinching her hard.

Liu seemed to have noticed this. After she stood up, she immediately tightened the silk handkerchief to cover the scar on her neck. Then she smiled at Yan Ciwan, looking very uncomfortable.

Yan Ciwan tactfully did not ask about the cause of the scars, but asked about other things.

"Why am I in the imperial residence? And why was I put into a coffin?"

Hearing this, Liu loosened her grip on the handkerchief and apologized guiltily.

"I'm sorry, girl, please don't blame me. This was all my idea. I made Chaolu fake her death and quietly left the Chao family. To avoid being discovered, I secretly went to the black market and spent a high price to buy a young girl's body, hoping to use this body to be buried instead of Chaolu."

Yan Ciwan suddenly realized: "The female corpse you bought is me?"

Liu was a little embarrassed and nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah." It was all a coincidence. "My dear, you really were not breathing at that time. I thought you were dead, so I resorted to this desperate measure..."

Yan Ciwan was aware that she had been seriously injured on the rainy night the day before yesterday. Perhaps because the injury was too severe, her body had closed its five senses. She did not blame the other party.

But she had never seen people buying and selling corpses, so she was a little curious: "Does the government not care?"

(End of this chapter)