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Under Gu Yizhou's meticulous care, my body recovered quickly.
Before long, I was able to shakily get out of bed and take a few steps while leaning against the wall.
Since Gu Yizhou had to venture into the mountains every day to gather herbs and hunt, I found myself alone and bored, sitting on a stone stool outside the thatched hut, striking the classic pose of a thinker. I spent entire days lost in thought.
I felt like my life after crossing over resembled that of the security guard at the entrance of my neighborhood.
There were two main reasons for this: first, we both spent our days sitting at the entrance, leisurely basking in the sun; second, this laid-back lifestyle had transformed us into "philosophers" who loved to ponder...
Every morning, the security guard would set up his stool at the entrance and contemplate three classic philosophical questions: Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going?
In contrast, the questions I pondered were much darker and more twisted. My main topics included how to find my ideal husband, how to take revenge on Lou Guanhai, and how to get back at Wang Shishi.
During this half-month of recovery, aside from having no leads on the first question, I had already devised strategies for the other two.
Strictly speaking, Lou Guanhai and Wang Shishi hadn't directly offended me, but the tragic experiences that befell Su Manqing made my heart itch with resentment. I longed to completely destroy them so they wouldn't harm others or drag me down in the future...
As I was deep in thought, a cheerful voice suddenly called out from nearby, “Manqing, are you still thinking about how to find your husband?”
I looked up to see Gu Yizhou approaching with a plump mountain chicken in one hand and a bundle of fresh herbs in the other, striding confidently toward me.
Ever since I had woken up that day and made a fuss about finding my husband, he seemed to have taken me for a lovesick fool and couldn't resist teasing me about it whenever he got the chance.
I rested my chin on my hand and replied seriously, "I won't go looking for him. I want him to carry an eighty-litter bridal sedan chair and come to marry me in style."
"I finally understand why he hasn't shown up—he's busy preparing the sedan chair!"
After a moment, I spoke again, "Actually, I was just thinking about how to get back at Lou Guanhai."
The person who saved me was named Gu Yizhou.
Su Manqing's father was the leader of the Jiangnan Sword Sect during his lifetime and had once saved Gu Yizhou's life.
Six months ago, Su Manqing eloped with Lou Guanhai, the second son of Xing Yun Fort, and was subsequently expelled from her sect. However, a woman's heart is as resilient as reeds, while a man's heart is often as fickle as a stone.
Not long after their escape, the flirtatious Lou Guanhai began an affair with Wang Shishi, a female disciple from Feihua Tower.
Alone and desolate, Su Manqing fell into despair and chose to jump off a cliff to end her life, only to be fortuitously rescued by Gu Yizhou.
He hurriedly carried her, gravely injured, to a small abandoned hut in the mountains that had been left by hunters. From that day on, he took it upon himself to care for her diligently every day, as if he were repaying a debt of gratitude.
Gu Yizhou carefully leaned his bow and arrows against the wall and neatly arranged the bundle of herbs on a nearby tree stump.
As he sat down and began to slice the herbs with a small knife, he asked with interest, "Oh? What are you planning to do?"
The matter of getting revenge on Lou Guanhai was no secret to Gu Yizhou by now.
There seemed to be a magical aura about him that made people feel an involuntary sense of peace, much like the priests in churches who offer comfort during confessions.
In his presence, I found myself unconsciously revealing my wicked revenge plan without reservation.
"Well, this is quite a long story, but it can mainly be summed up in seven words: blades, guns, swords, spears, and all sorts of filth."
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