Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 122 This is your sister (1)

A slender silhouette was visible through the hazy rain.

Luo Tianxuan.

his wife.

This is our second meeting.

Although she is still slim, she has gained some weight and has a slightly plump figure.

It was clear that after several months of treatment, although Luo Tianxuan had not fully recovered, her physical condition was obviously improving day by day. Even the skin outside the veil could be seen to have some rosiness, no longer as pale as before, and her eyes had also become more radiant.

The relationship between the two is somewhat complicated. Although they are husband and wife, they have never slept together. Their doctor-patient relationship is not so simple. It is more like a cooperative relationship of mutual benefit. Luo Tianxuan relies on Song Yan's special medicine to maintain her life, while Song Yan uses his marriage to Luo Tianxuan to escape the Song family's hellhole and finally has a chance to use his skills.

Therefore, Song Yan had no ill feelings towards Luo Tianxuan.

Rather than saying that although their last encounter was rather brief, Song Yan still had a very good impression of this woman.

Gentle, considerate, and understanding, she has none of the spoiled nature often associated with royal children.

The raindrops that fell near Luo Tianxuan immediately turned into a gray mist, as if an invisible barrier separated Luo Tianxuan from the surrounding downpour. Song Yan knew that Luo Tianxuan was a martial artist, but he never expected that Luo Tianxuan's strength would be so terrifying.

What level of skill is this?
A place to shelter from the rain?
Hmm, my skills are still far from sufficient; I need to practice more.

Gu Banxia, ​​standing beside her, curtsied and said, "Young Miss."

Yang Siyao, who was standing beside her, suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

Two weeks ago, this woman suddenly appeared outside the window one night, asked about her sister's appearance, and then disappeared without a trace. Only now did Yang Siyao finally learn the woman's identity.

Miss? Isn't this Song Yan's wife?

Thinking about what had happened between her and Song Yan, she grew increasingly worried. "Sigh, if I had known it would turn out this way, I should have been more patient." With that thought, she couldn't help but glance at Luo Tianxuan a few more times. Luo Tianxuan was alone, carrying a small package.

Rumble, rumble!

Another thunderclap rang in their ears, the violent roar seemingly causing the entire room to shake slightly.

The wind howled everywhere, and raindrops pounded on the ground and pattered against the windows. The courtyard was flooded, like a yellow river flowing downhill. Some low tables, stools, and chairs that hadn't been brought back into the room were floating on the water, their destination unknown.

The lightning that occasionally tore through the night sky made Luo Tianxuan's figure and face appear and disappear, adding an eerie and sinister aura. For some reason, Yang Siyao felt a chill run through her body, and a fine shiver was spreading across her skin.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality it was only a few breaths. During this short time, Luo Tianxuan silently watched Song Yan, as if she hadn't noticed Gu Banxia and Yang Siyao in the room at all. After a while, Luo Tianxuan finally withdrew her gaze and curtsied, saying, "Husband."

"Tianxuan is back." A faint smile appeared on Song Yan's face. Although they weren't very familiar with each other, Song Yan felt exceptionally relaxed in front of his wife, as if all the pressure had disappeared at this moment. Even the smile on his face seemed particularly pure: "It's cold outside, come inside."

Luo Tianxuan shook her head, her voice still as gentle as ever: "No, thank you. I've only come to deliver a little something and will be leaving soon. Please don't be offended, my husband. My illness has not yet fully healed. Once I'm better, I will serve you."

Tuberculosis remains contagious as long as it is not fully cured.

As she spoke, Luo Tianxuan took two steps forward, her gaze reluctantly shifting from Song Yan to Yang Siyao behind her. Yang Siyao's body tensed abruptly, a nameless fear sending chills down her spine. This woman was clearly about the same age as her, no, perhaps even slightly younger, yet she terrified Yang Siyao to the extreme.

After a brief hesitation, Luo Tianxuan finally raised her right hand and handed the bundle through the window: "Yang Siyao."

"I...I'm here." Yang Siyao's body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, this is your sister."

Boom... Crack!
Another thunderclap rang out, and Yang Siyao's body swayed violently. She felt a darkness before her eyes and almost fainted.

His chest heaved rapidly, his mind went completely blank for a moment, as if he had completely lost the ability to think. In just a few breaths, all the strength in his body was completely drained, and he collapsed to the ground, breathing greedily and rapidly like a drowning person. His arms trembled, and the skin and muscles in his hands twitched, making his fingers twist like eagle claws.

She wanted to cry.

But she couldn't cry.

Then, his flat stomach suddenly convulsed violently, his abdominal cavity churning wildly, and he curled up on the ground, making a series of dry heaving sounds in his throat.

Silently reaching out to take the package, Song Yan's expression gradually darkened. Outside the window, Luo Tianxuan nodded to Song Yan and Gu Banxia, ​​then lightly touched the water's surface with her toes and disappeared without a trace.

The room fell into dead silence, and even Yang Siyao's painful retching was gradually swallowed up by the torrential rain outside the window.

……

The rain was torrential in Songju Prefecture, and even in the mountains dozens of kilometers to the northwest.

It might get even worse.

By the light of the fire in the temple, one could even see tiny, thumb-sized lumps of ice falling from outside the cave—hail. The leaves were smashed with holes of all sizes, and even the branches and trunks were riddled with dents.

The mountains and fields were desolate and uninhabited.

As far as the eye could see, there was only dense blackness. Occasionally, the mournful cries of wild beasts could be heard, probably from being hit on the head by hail. The wailing sounds mixed with the rain and hail made them sound rather eerie.

Crack, crack, crack.

A crisp sound came from above. Countless tiles on the roof of the mountain god temple had been smashed. Hopefully, the roof wasn't smashed through, otherwise this only place that could shelter us from the wind and rain would be gone.

The only saving grace was that there was some firewood in the temple, enough to start a fire and cook some thin porridge.

Six figures surrounded the bonfire.

Four of them were men.

The man in the very center should be the leader of the six. He was a thin man, about forty or fifty years old, and his face seemed to be disfigured, covered with dense scars.

The man below was in his thirties, tall and burly, with dark skin and muscles like bulging cast blocks. Two axes were placed beside him. Even sitting there motionless, he was like a lurking ferocious beast, and anyone could feel his ferocity and brutality.

The remaining two men looked exactly alike, likely twins, in their early twenties, and were so refined they even had a scholarly air about them.

As for the remaining two women, one was a woman in her forties, dressed in simple clothes, with a butcher knife hanging at her waist.

The other was a pretty widow in her early twenties, dressed in plain white mourning clothes. Her delicate face and quiet demeanor gave her a unique charm.

Apart from the pretty widow, the other five were all dressed as refugees, but their demeanor was far inferior to that of refugees.

sizzle sizzle...

The firewood was also a bit damp, and it hissed as it burned, filling the mountain god temple with thick black smoke, making the faces of the group look rather unpleasant.

How far are we from Ningping?

"There are still fifty or sixty li to go. If it weren't for this downpour, we should have arrived tonight." The pretty widow sighed, then her delicate brows furrowed as she looked at the man with a face full of scars: "Brother, are we really going to make a move?"

"That's the eldest princess!"

(End of this chapter)