Chapter 884 A Frustrating Official Job
What is meant to be will be; what is meant to be will be.
Song Chunxue never expected that she would be hit by an arrow without any warning.
Without any prior eyelid twitching or anxiety, Wuyou, who hadn't appeared, fell straight down the building in front of everyone, despite reminders and attempts to stop her.
The intense pain and disbelief made her forget to use the peach branch to save herself.
"Bang!"
Her forehead hit the roof tile with a crisp sound.
The tile is definitely broken; my head hurts.
As Song Chunxue reached out to grab a tile, trying to hang it on the eaves, a thought flashed through her mind: what if she didn't faint? That would be embarrassing.
As she fell, clinging to a pretty roof tile, everything suddenly went black. She felt incredibly heavy and lost consciousness before even hitting the ground.
That arrow was poisoned.
Who were they after?
I should have known better than to drink tea by the window; I was careless and ended up becoming a target.
She didn't know how long she slept or how many bizarre dreams she had before she finally opened her eyes.
The room was quiet, warm, and comforting, and the mattress beneath me was soft and comfortable, making me feel light and airy.
It's like when you catch a cold and lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) for a day, feeling hot and sweaty, and then you get a long sleep and feel like you're recovering from a serious illness.
My mind was blank, but I was in a good mood.
Song Chunxue rolled her eyes, not wanting to move; there was nothing wrong with continuing to lie there.
"hiss……"
No, a burning, stinging pain came from my shoulder, and suddenly I felt that pain spread to my toes, making me feel uncomfortable all over.
It was just an illusion.
She's so thirsty!
I want to drink water.
With this thought in mind, Song Chunxue nimbly sat up in bed, slipped on her shoes, went to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and gulped it down.
"Thump."
After drinking three cups of water, she felt much better, and the teacup placed on the table made a noticeable sound.
"Whoosh~"
The curtain was deftly lifted, and Lord Zhao entered from outside. "You're awake?"
Judging from his expression, he seemed very anxious.
Song Chunxue hummed in agreement. "Yes. What are you doing here, Senior Brother? Am I badly injured?"
Two maids brought in plates, and Song Chunxue realized that she was at her senior brother's house.
If the injury wasn't serious, why would she be in so much pain?
She quickly sat down in a chair and noticed that her senior brother was standing far away at the door, looking at her with a solemn expression.
"Senior Brother, come sit down and let's talk. Where are the others?"
Zhao Jin slowly walked over and sat on the stool furthest away from her.
After much deliberation, he spoke in a deep voice.
“You’ve been asleep for three days. Xie Zheng was summoned to the palace and hasn’t returned for two days. Han Qingfeng went to investigate the person who did it that day, and Fang Yue is too. Everyone is so busy that they don’t have a moment to spare. I’m here to watch over you so that those people don’t come and silence you.”
"..." Song Chunxue rubbed her head, picked up the porridge in front of her, and tried to digest her senior brother's words.
It seems that the situation on the night of the Lantern Festival was not simple.
"I fell out of the window that day..."
"It was other fellow Daoists who caught you with their flying swords, preventing you from falling too hard. However, the poison on the arrow is incurable. If it weren't for the divine spring water, you might not have woken up."
As Zhao Jin said this, his expression grew increasingly sharp.
“Junior brother, there are several evil cultivators under Prince Xuan who are more powerful than Song Che. Two of them have already infiltrated the palace and are close to the concubines and the emperor. They must be eradicated.”
Song Chunxue listened quietly, nodding vigorously to express her attitude.
"Junior brother."
"Hmm?" Song Chunxue picked up the soft steamed bun and took a bite.
"Would you like to go to the palace and have Master Han accompany you, to tell stories to the Emperor?"
"..."
"Don't be too disobedient to the Emperor. Speak to him in a way that pleases him. He likes to hear farmers talk about farming. Keep him calm so that Han Qingfeng can put the medicine in his bowl and remove the silver needles from his body at the same time."
"..." Song Chunxue chewed the steamed bun hard, and remained silent for a long time.
She looked at the food on the table. "Is there no meat?"
Zhao Jin, who was waiting for her reply, was taken aback, and then gently reminded her, "Your wound is not suitable for eating meat, so just eat something light."
Song Chunxue smiled gently, "But I have to go to the palace to see the Emperor. The Emperor is unpredictable; he might behead someone in a fit of anger. I'll eat some meat beforehand to put my mind at ease."
Zhao Jin laughed, "Don't worry, Han Qingfeng won't let anything happen to you. If he tries to kill you, we'll confront him directly, tear down the facade with his so-called imperial advisor and eunuchs, and see who has the stronger fist."
As she listened, Song Chunxue was filled with excitement!
"Okay, that's good. I'll cooperate fully." Song Chunxue's face quickly fell. "My Worry-Free Sword is gone. Does Senior Brother know where it is?"
Zhao Jin chuckled as she held the Bodhi seed bracelet in her hand. "He must have gone to the palace to look after Lord Xie for you. Han Qingfeng saw him appear when Xie Zheng was in danger, and he was even more concerned than you."
"..." Sure enough, she was right.
She was curious as to why Wuyou hadn't warned her when she was shot.
Was she asleep, or was she doing it on purpose to teach her a lesson?
Why did I sleep for three days?
“It’s highly poisonous, arsenic. You’re lucky to be alive. What more do you want?” Zhao Jin was both amused and exasperated. “If you really want to see Xie Zheng, wait two more days until you’ve recovered a bit.”
"I don't……"
“It’s only natural, there’s no need to be shy,” Zhao Jin said, extending her hand. “Let me take your pulse so I can go back to sleep in peace.”
Song Chunxue held out her wrist. "I'm sorry to have worried you, Senior Brother. You get some sleep, I'm fine."
She was so grateful to have been saved that she couldn't express her gratitude, and she didn't know how to prove that she wasn't heartless.
She couldn't help but try to recall what items were in her storage ring that she could give to her senior brother, Daoist Han, or senior sister Fangyue.
That box of daggers and short swords with spirits seemed to be quite valuable in the eyes of cultivators.
With that in mind, she decided to wait until her senior brother left, then carefully select one and give it to each of them.
In addition, after she recovers, she will take some time to cook for everyone and let them taste the flavors of her hometown.
Even if their praise is insincere, it's good to change things up once in a while.
"Almost there. Continue drinking the herbal medicine, and you'll be able to go out and move around the day after tomorrow." Lord Zhao got up and gave a few more instructions. "Your wound has a piece of flesh torn off, so it may be quite painful. Fangyue has applied a muscle-regenerating ointment for you, so it will heal well. Don't worry."
"..." A piece of flesh was ripped out... No wonder it hurts so much!
Now that she was awake, Song Chunxue stopped lying down and sat cross-legged to meditate, activating her meridians and absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, hoping to recover soon.
To Song Chunxue's surprise, Liu Chunshu was kept by Xie Zheng until she woke up.
"My lord knows you must have a lot to ask when you wake up, but Lord Zhao's maid has limited information, so I'm here to tell you and also to cheer you up."
At this point, Liu Chunshu sighed, "Lord Xie's official position is truly frustrating. He's been in the palace for two days now, and there hasn't been a single word from him."
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