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I now lie alone on the couch, waiting for the Murderer to come and silence me.
My mind is in turmoil. Although encountering a Criminal Case right upon my arrival was unexpected, the series of events that followed has left me feeling utterly dejected.
Just moments ago, I locked eyes with my idol, and I sensed something unusual in his gaze. Under different circumstances, it might have made my heart flutter. But we are siblings, and this at most suggests that our nightmarish relationship might improve slightly.
Nie Qiuyuan and the others are not foolish; they wouldn't set a trap so obvious. He settled me down and kept a close watch, bustling around to give instructions, emphasizing how important I was and that I must be well guarded, never to be left alone. Now that night has deepened, at this moment of various Fortuitous Encounters, a vacuum of protection suddenly appeared around me.
This shrewdness of Nie Qiuyuan truly endears him to me from the bottom of my heart.
But what else can I expect?
At this moment, it should be the time for the Murderer to make an appearance.
And indeed, he did show up.
The newcomer was dressed in black and masked; from his build and the eyes that were visible, it was clear he was Yuan Kui. Sigh, how boring.
Yet it was still quite thrilling because his martial arts skills were impressive; his movements were so swift that I could hardly see them clearly. This was the real world of martial arts—real blades and real fights—nothing like the flashy techniques I had seen in martial arts competitions!
Before I could even react, a gleaming dagger was already aimed straight at my throat.
I didn't even have time to scream. If it weren't for Nie Qiuyuan, I would surely be dead. I heard a sharp shout followed by the sound of weapons clashing. I scrambled to my feet and quickly retreated to the corner of the wall. A fierce battle unfolded before my eyes.
Their skills must be quite high; I couldn't discern exactly how skilled they were, but their fighting was visually stunning. This was my first time witnessing Nie Qiuyuan in a fight; his black robes billowed as he moved gracefully, making it seem less like a life-and-death struggle and more like a scene from a movie designed purely for visual effect.
With several shouts, Luo Dachun and Han Meilan also jumped in to join the fray, creating a shameless three-on-one situation.
Yuan Kui seemed unable to match Nie Qiuyuan from the start because he was already panting before Nie Qiuyuan had even reacted. Now facing three opponents, he stood no chance and soon found three swords pressed against his neck.
As the mask was torn away, revealing Master Yuan Tong's face, Nie Qiuyuan and the others simultaneously displayed expressions of disbelief: "How... could it be you?"
How could it not be him! I broke into a sweat in my heart.
"Why?!" Luo Dachun exclaimed. As fellow heads of a courier company, they probably had a good relationship.
What else could it be! I thought to myself, the motive for murder usually revolves around three things: financial gain, revenge, or passion!
"Haha! Hahaha!" Yuan Kui dramatically threw his head back and laughed, "People die for wealth, birds perish for food!"
I felt he was lying. From what I had gathered earlier, even if the Chief was dead, the wealth in the Village wouldn’t fall into his hands. As for revenge, he had been coming to the mountain for many years; if he wanted to take action, he would have had plenty of opportunities by now. So, was it passion?
I couldn't help but recall Seven Mile Fragrance's alluring gaze.
Sigh, how many legendary heroes have lost their lives because of a beautiful woman's charms! Why do so many men become so entangled in love that they abandon everything else?
Forget it; in this regard, if we’re talking about foolishness, I might be just as guilty.
I cried out in anguish, calling "Father, Father," as I rushed forward to tear at Yuan Kui. I clawed at his face and ripped at his clothes, specifically targeting the places where he might hide things until one of his jade pendants fell to the ground with a clatter.
Honestly, I wasn't sure if this token of affection existed or if he carried it with him. But in a melodramatic story, there should be one, and it should be kept close. It seemed I had hit the jackpot this time; my luck was still holding out—too bad there were no lottery tickets being sold here.
As the pendant hit the ground, all three of them were taken aback. The center of the pendant bore the character "Treasure."
"This pendant belongs to San Niang..."
Not Seven Mile Fragrance, but that inconspicuous Li Bao'er?
As for how everyone recognized San Niang's pendant—such a thunderous question—I didn’t want to ponder that now. After all, this was blatant jealousy!
"Someone! Go summon San Niang!" Nie Qiuyuan's voice remained steady and pleasant but now carried an undercurrent of anger.
Yuan Kui turned his face away, refusing to answer any questions, no matter what was asked.
After a while, someone burst in from outside, breathless and panicked, shouting, "It's bad! It's bad! Third Lady... she... she hanged herself!"
Yuan Kui's body trembled, his eyes widened in shock. He remained frozen like a statue for a moment, but gradually his form softened, and sorrow and despair began to color his face. It seemed that he truly felt something.
"It was for revenge... her revenge..." he left behind this one complicated and tangled sentence.
What happened next, I do not know, as Luo Dachun took him away. Such is the nature of love and hate in this world; human emotions can easily lead to tragedy if one is not careful. I did not wish to know the entanglements that had occurred before this; after all, he was not my biological father. However, this father—though I have never met you—I've avenged you, haven't I?
So please, bless me too!
As they settled me down to lie down, they prepared to leave. I reached out and grabbed Nie Qiuyuan's sleeve.
He paused in surprise, stopping in his tracks. Finally, he signaled for the others to go ahead and patiently sat down by the bed.
"Brother, I'm so scared..." I began to perform again.
He did not move or respond to me.
Was my act too exaggerated? I questioned myself internally.
To break the deadlock, I looked at him with sorrowful eyes and weakly asked, "How did you know that Father was murdered...?"
"From the wounds on your body," Nie Qiuyuan replied as he gazed at me.
"Ah?!" This time I was not pretending; it was an instinctive reaction to stress. "You... you saw my..."
In truth, there was nothing significant about my arms. Yet, Nie Qiuyuan's fair and handsome face flushed ever so slightly. The blush was so faint it almost vanished immediately, but I still managed to catch it.
I felt utterly confused.
"Who exactly are you?" At that moment of my disorientation, the male deity suddenly locked his gaze onto my eyes, asking earnestly and sharply.
"Ah..."
I thought it might be better if I just fainted right now.
So, without a word, I suddenly passed out.
***
It’s already Chapter 7. Counting the days, it has been a whole week!
This week has been anything but lonely; everyone has given so much encouragement. I feel invigorated, just like when Ye Tongxie first arrived in the Tang Dynasty.
Seeing my story being shared is truly a joyful experience.
A quirky girl like Ye Tongxie always stirs up quite a commotion at first, but the noise will eventually fade, and an ordinary yet extraordinary life must begin. I eagerly anticipate her getting on the right track soon and working hard to find love (though I have a feeling it won't be too smooth, hmm~)!
Please continue to support me!
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