Chapter 175 Crying

Chapter 175 Crying

Xie Zhifei shrugged his shoulders, indicating his innocence.

Seeing him like this, Cai Si became furious and raised his voice, "Where's the waist token? Hand it over!"

Xie Zhifei glanced at Pei Xiao, who promptly reached into his chest and pulled out the waist token, handing it to Cai Si.

Cai Si pocketed the token and was about to step forward when Xie Zhifei moved to block his path.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Can I borrow a courtyard for my god-sister to rest for the night?"

Still trying to push your luck?

Cai Si was almost ready to spit blood, "Where did you get a god-sister from?"

"My father recognized her!"

His tone was full of righteous confidence.

Cai Si thought about the silver, the Imperial Grandson, and Xie Daozhi, then pointed at him again.

"You really know how to make things difficult."

After saying that, he turned his head, "Someone!"

The steward stepped forward, "Sir?"

"Find a clean courtyard for Third Master."

"Yes!"

Cai Si turned back, "Get lost first thing in the morning!"

"That won't work."

Xie Zhifei grinned mischievously, "I won't leave until Fourth Master returns!"

Cai Si didn't even bother to roll his eyes.

This kid wants to pry some information out of me.

How can he be so cunning!

Feeling increasingly annoyed, Cai Si shoved him aside and mounted his horse.

Xie Zhifei gave a nod to Pei Xiao and Li Buyan, and the three swiftly entered Cai Si's residence.

The courtyard was indeed clean, with new bedding and quilts.

Li Buyan quickly made the bed, helped Yan Sanhe lie down, and drew the curtains.

"Both of you should rest as well. I'll watch over Miss."

Xie Zhifei worried about Zhao Yishi's situation, while Pei Xiao was concerned about Ji Shi'er's fate. They exchanged a glance and left the room one after the other.

The room felt stuffy, so Li Buyan opened the window and fetched a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard.

Dipping a cloth in the well water and wringing it out, she gently undid Yan Sanhe's clothes and wiped her face and neck.

"Sanhe, Ji Lao Tai Tai's inner demon is finally gone. You did a great job; I cried listening outside. It reminded me of my mother."

Li Buyan caressed Yan Sanhe's face and sighed softly.

"Sleep now. I'll watch over you. No one will disturb your dreams. The more you sleep, the more you'll dream.

Living without roots is like being a wandering spirit."

Every word Li Buyan said, Yan Sanhe heard clearly, but she was too exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how long she slept before she suddenly sat up, taking a few deep breaths and looking around.

It was a young lady's bedroom.

Pink-yellow curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, adorned with flowing tassels.

A guqin stood in the corner, a bronze mirror on the dressing table, and carved windows let in faint red light.

Covered by a thin brocade quilt, the fabric felt smooth and silky, similar to the quilts at Xie Mansion.

Yan Sanhe lifted the quilt and walked to the window, about to open it, when her gaze was drawn to a small desk nearby.

On the desk were a stack of books, an inkstone, a brush, and several sheets of paper under a paperweight.

Yan Sanhe tried to read what was written on the papers but couldn't see a single word, causing her to break into a sweat.

Just then, she felt a sudden heat rush towards her.

Yan Sanhe pushed the window open and was shocked by what she saw.

In the distance, raging flames engulfed the sky.

There's a fire!

She quickly brought a chair over, stepped on it, and nimbly jumped out the window.

Landing unsteadily, she stumbled and fell, losing her embroidered shoes. She got up on all fours and, barefoot, rushed to open the courtyard gate.

The courtyard gate was bolted shut, and she had to tiptoe to reach it.

With the bolt sliding, the gate opened.

Yan Sanhe's gaze swept across, and she felt as if a cold dagger had pierced her heart, causing it to stop beating.

There were many men in black, wielding shiny blades;

with each swing, heads fell to the ground.

Terrified, Yan Sanhe's legs trembled uncontrollably, and she clamped her hands tightly over her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Just then, two figures, one large and one small, ran toward her.

"Quick, go wake up your sister and mother."

"Father, what about you?"

"Don't worry about me, just go, hurry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black descended from above, and the man with a long sword fought fiercely against them.

The young boy ran a few steps, turned back, and rushed toward his father.

"Father, I'll help you!"

"You..."

The man blocked a blow from a black-clad assailant with his sword and roared, "Run, run away, son..."

Where could they run?

The men in black had already blocked the boy's path. The young boy raised his sword and engaged them fearlessly.

Despair surged within Yan Sanhe like an overwhelming wave.

They were no match!

Those men in black wielded their blades with incredible skill, and after just a few exchanges, one blade pierced through the boy's thin chest, blood gushing out.

"Son—"

The man's cry was heart-wrenching.

Yan Sanhe's pupils constricted in shock, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Brother—"

Her voice was muffled by a large hand.

"Miss, quickly go to the secret passage, hurry..."

After saying this, the person dragged Yan Sanhe toward the secret passage.

I won't go!

I don't want to go!

Please save them, please save them...

Yan Sanhe struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face, the immense pain almost tearing her apart.

"What did you dream about, crying like that?"

Li Buyan quickly picked up a damp cloth, parted Yan Sanhe's hair, and wiped away her tears.

At that moment, the curtain was lifted.

"Li Buyan..."

Xie Zhifei rushed in and froze, "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing!" Li Buyan swiftly put the curtain back down.

"What do you mean nothing, she's crying!"

Xie Zhifei tried to see what was happening but was blocked by Li Buyan.

"Third Master, the process of transforming thoughts and dispelling demons involves experiencing all the joys and sorrows of Hu Sanmei's life. Miss is feeling sad for Hu Sanmei."

Li Buyan covered smoothly, "Third Master, why are you here so urgently?"

Asked about the matter at hand, Xie Zhifei hurriedly said, "Mingting and I have something we need to take care of outside. You and Yan Sanhe stay here in the courtyard and wait for us to return."

"Rest assured!"

Li Buyan's assurance didn't quite reassure Third Master Xie, who repeated his instructions.

"Don't go anywhere, and don't wander off."

"Absolutely!"

Li Buyan patted his chest, wearing a determined expression that said, "Trust me, it'll be fine."

Only then did Xie Zhifei turn to leave.

As he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly turned back.

Li Buyan was startled, "Anything else?"

Xie Zhifei's face remained expressionless, his eyes strangely deep, "When she wakes up, tell her one thing."

"What?"

"Anger harms the body, sorrow hurts the heart. The heart is only as big as a fist; don't fill it with too much."

The beaded curtain swayed, and Third Master's figure was already gone.

Li Buyan crossed her arms, shook her head, and smiled faintly.

To be honest, when Third Master gets serious, he's quite impressive.

Handsome!