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Song Qingqing pushed the oranges from the net bag onto the octagonal table.

Aunt Chen swallowed hard, rubbed her hands on her apron a couple of times, and didn't move.

"Auntie, please try this. I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything nice with me."

Aunt Chen took one, peeled it, put it in her mouth, and spoke indistinctly.

"You said she's a distant relative of Dr. Su, but I've never heard her mention her before?"

Song Qingqing sighed, her eyes reddening at that moment.

"In the past, my family was poor and we lost touch. I heard recently that Aunt Su had passed away, and my mother felt bad about it, so she insisted that I come and visit my cousin Xingmian."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen's guard was lowered considerably, and she grabbed another orange.

"Su girl, your life was tough, but now you're enjoying a life of luxury in the capital! Before Dr. Su left, he arranged a marriage for her when she was a child, and the groom's family has a powerful background."

She spat the orange pith onto the table.

"If we hadn't left quickly, who knows what kind of mess that girl would have been made of by Wang Daqiang in the village."

"Wang Daqiang?"

"He's notorious for being a troublemaker in our village. His family has connections in the commune, and seeing that Su is pretty, he's always blocking her door. After Dr. Su left, he became even more arrogant."

Aunt Chen lowered her voice and leaned closer.

"But it's strange, the day Su left, Wang Daqiang tripped and fell at the village entrance and became paralyzed. He's still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) to relieve himself."

Song Qingqing tapped her fingertips twice on the edge of the table.

A fall and you're paralyzed?

"Auntie, my cousin Xingmian has been learning medicine from Aunt Su since she was little. Her medical skills must be quite good, right?"

"Great, she's the one who fixed my daughter's leg. But this girl doesn't often help others, and she has a strange personality."

Aunt Chen smacked her lips and then picked up another orange.

"The summer sun is so strong, but she can stand in the yard all day without feeling hot."

"In winter, even wrapped in three quilts, I still feel cold, and my hands and feet are always freezing."

"And another thing, this girl has never been sick, not even sneezed."

Song Qingqing paused for a moment while peeling the orange.

When she took Su Xingmian's hand, it was abnormally cold.

Aunt Chen didn't realize that she had already started talking nonstop.

"Some gossipy people say that Su girl is a witch, it's just because they're jealous of her good looks."

"But speaking of which, the flowers in Dr. Su's yard are twenty years old and they've grown taller than a person."

"Other people's plants rot at the roots after being transplanted there, but the ones in her yard are thriving."

After peeling the last segment of the orange and putting it in her mouth, Aunt Chen's voice suddenly lowered.

"The night Dr. Su passed away, all the flowers were in bloom, and the whole yard was filled with their fragrance, as if they were bidding Dr. Su farewell."

Song Qingqing stood up.

"Auntie, may I go to Aunt Su's yard to take a look?"

Aunt Chen waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead, the gate is locked, the wall is low, you can just step over it."

After Song Qingqing walked away, Aunt Chen hugged the half-bag of oranges on the table to her chest and muttered something.

"Why did you come all of a sudden? You've already gone to the capital, who knows what you're up to?"

The Chen family's daughter lifted the curtain and came in.

"Mom, why are you talking nonsense again?"

Aunt Chen hugged the oranges and shrank her neck.

"I was just chatting casually, I didn't say anything."

She paused, then muttered something else.

"No, I think I've said quite a lot."

……

Outside the Su family compound in Pingxi Village.

Song Qingqing climbed over the low earthen wall and landed on the stone slabs overgrown with weeds.

The yard had been abandoned for almost a year, with withered branches and fallen leaves everywhere.

But those huge green plants in the corner were thriving, their thick, fleshy stems pointing straight to the sky, with two plump flower buds hanging at the top.

Song Qingqing walked over and squatted down.

"System, scan this yard."

A buzzing sound in the brain lasted for two seconds.

[Scan complete. Plant species: *Hylocereus*, genus *Hylocereus*, family Cactaceae; commonly known as the Queen of the Night cactus. Quantity: 7 plants.]

[Growth Status: Healthy. No abnormal energy fluctuations detected. Rating: Common plant.]

Song Qingqing frowned.

Common plants?

It survived for twenty years, and even as winter approached, it was still growing flower buds. Others transplanted it, but its roots rotted within three days. The night its owner passed away, the whole yard was filled with blooms.

Is this what you call normal?

"Expand the scope and include the underground root system as well."

[Conclusion remains unchanged. Soil composition is normal, with no abnormal energy residue. Ordinary plants.]

Song Qingqing stared at the few bright green hibiscus plants for a long time without saying a word.

Su Xingmian is not afraid of heat, but is extremely afraid of cold, and her body temperature is abnormally low.

He never gets sick, knows acupuncture, and Wang Daqiang became paralyzed after a fall.

Looking at these things up close, none of them are normal.

The idea was so absurd that even she found it laughable, but she still asked it.

"System, could Su Xingmian not even be human?"

"Could she be some kind of monster that has come to life?"

The system was silent for two seconds.

[Host, please stop your unrealistic fantasies.]

[The underlying logic of this world: After the founding of the nation, beings are not allowed to become sentient.]

[The existence of spirits and monsters in the world makes this conclusion invalid.]

"Could it be that she, like me, is also bound to a system? Or did she transmigrate with a cheat code?"

This system is the only invading energy entity in this dimension.

[No other systems detected. Su Xingmian is a native of this world, and the gene pool matches 100%.]

Song Qingqing sneered, stood up, and brushed the mud off her hands.

She is not a fairy, nor does she have a system.

He was just a normal person who knew medicine.

It's easier to handle if you're a normal person.

She walked around the few hydrangea plants, her right hand unconsciously brushing against the stem of the thickest one.

The moment her fingertip touched the fleshy surface, she didn't notice that the flower bud trembled slightly.

"System, I have a question for you."

She withdrew her hand and straightened her clothes.

"In this day and age, someone who knows pharmacology can harm people invisibly. Her only relative died, and her parents' origins are unknown. She went to a military stronghold in the Northwest and married a regimental political commissar."

Song Qingqing paused for a second.

"What if someone reports her by name as a hidden enemy agent?"

[…Please elaborate further, host.]

"Wang Daqiang is a ready-made victim. He's paralyzed after a fall? Who would believe that? As long as we can verify his testimony, all the suspicious points about Su Xingmian can be pieced together."

She walked out of the courtyard.

"Once she's labeled a spy, Zhou Bingheng, as the political commissar, can't protect her. Not only can he not protect her, but the Zhou family will also be dragged down with her."

The plan is highly feasible.

[Disruption items have been unlocked in the system shop to ensure critical operations leave no trace.]

[It is recommended that the host immediately contact Wang Daqiang to assess his willingness to cooperate.]

"Find out where he lives, I'm going there now."

Song Qingqing climbed over the courtyard wall.

Behind her, the thorns of the night-blooming cereus she had touched slowly stood up.

Helan Mountain, family compound.

Su Xingmian was squatting in the vegetable garden discussing the density of thinning seedlings with Ma Chunlan.

The shovel in her hand fell to the ground.

Thousands of miles away, someone disturbed the roots she left behind in her hometown.

"Comrade Su?" Ma Chunlan turned around.

Su Xingmian had already stood up and patted the dirt off her hands.

She pushed open the courtyard gate and walked straight to the flowerpot under the windowsill.

The sharp thorns of the Queen of the Night's Flower are all standing upright, making the whole plant look like it's in an aggressive posture.

Su Xingmian walked over and pressed her fingers on the edge of the flowerpot.

She had smelled that scent before.

Song Qingqing.

Su Xingmian gently ran her fingers along the stem of the divided plant, and the sharp thorns, one by one, straightened back to lying flat, like a soothed beast.

"They've come knocking on our door."

She wasn't angry; instead, she found it somewhat amusing.

Congratulations to her, she's about to run into a brick wall.