Chapter 5 The Break
Lady Hou held Ye Qile's hand and said affectionately, "Yesterday, Dalang had already tidied up Wutong Garden. We just don't know what kind of decorations you like. If you see what's missing, just tell us. If you don't like it, we can change it. Please don't make yourself suffer."
"Mother, I'm sure you'll love the courtyard that brother decorated!" Ye Qile exclaimed, instinctively raising her hand to touch the coldness on her face.
"How come there's blood? Where did the blood come from?" Before she could even see the sticky residue on her fingers, Lady Hou was filled with shock.
When Yunxi came to her senses and subconsciously looked into the room, she met the gazes of everyone looking up at her.
"Yunxi!" The Marquis roared in fury. "What are you doing? This is utterly outrageous! Guards, seize her!"
Outside the house, servants ran to fetch a ladder, and various noises arose inside.
Fan Ji frowned, his disdain undisguised. "How could you climb onto the roof? What kind of behavior is that?"
"For a woman to climb onto the roof and remove tiles is simply incorrigible," said Second Uncle Fan Wei, his face full of condemnation.
"What's it to you?" Yunxi was furious and was about to jump down to settle accounts with these people.
This time, if it weren't for Onion coming to find her...
If it were any ordinary woman, it's hard to say whether she could have survived.
If he hadn't survived the high fever, he would have died quietly in that neglected woodshed.
"Yunxi, it's dangerous up there, you should come down first."
Big brother.
She suddenly turned around and saw Fan Zishi.
Her breathing was rapid and labored, but when she saw the worry on his face, a wave of soreness instantly welled up in her throat.
"Yunxi, get down slowly."
"Okay, I'll get down!" She put the glazed tile back.
Then, after straightening his clothes and making sure he was not disheveled at all, he took his sword and climbed off the roof.
She appeared at the door.
Everyone in the room was staring at her.
Ye Qile also looked at her with curious eyes.
Before Yunxi could say goodbye, the Marquis frowned and asked, "You heard everything?"
“I heard you, I am not your daughter,” Yunxi replied as she walked into the house.
She had a high fever, was covered in injuries, and was experiencing extreme emotional fluctuations; even standing was torture for her.
Under everyone's gaze, she suppressed her anger and walked straight to the chair at the lower end of the table to sit down.
This rude behavior indeed made everyone in the room frown.
However, he held back his attack because of the blood-dripping sword in her hand.
The Marquis picked up his teacup, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "So, what are your plans?"
Yun Xi gathered her sleeves, braced herself for her sword, and tilted her head, saying, "Don't worry, I'll settle the accounts later."
Then we left.
Before she could even finish saying "Yunxi," Fan Zishi interrupted her, "Apologize to your parents."
"Why should I admit my mistake?" Yunxi asked, puzzled. Just as she was about to speak, Fan Zishi interrupted her.
“The Jiangyuan Marquis’s residence is large enough to accommodate you.” He stared at her, speaking with absolute certainty, and even took a step forward.
Yunxi stared at the man who had always protected her, and her anger was punctured, leaving a hole in her chest, and she gasped for breath.
Then it becomes dry and rough.
She gripped the sword, blinked, and longed to ask her elder brother why he hadn't come to see her these past few days.
But he is no longer his older brother. He has a biological younger sister now. If he were to visit her again, he might be afraid that his biological sister would mind.
"No, brother," Yunxi quickly corrected herself, "I'll go get my things and then leave."
She should loudly question and tearfully protest against these people for locking her up and starving her.
But that would be too pitiful.
She hates complaining to people and hates any kind of melodrama, as if she's trying to gain sympathy by being weak.
She doesn't need anyone's sympathy.
She could draw her sword against them and seek justice for herself.
But she knew that with her older brother around, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
The unfamiliar, polite address made Fan Zishi open his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
Yunxi had gathered some strength, and she looked at the person in the upper seat and said, "My lord, for the sake of this past year, I will no longer hold it against you for locking me in the woodshed."
Upon hearing this, the Marquis snorted coldly, "You ran away for over a month, so it is only right to punish you."
"Starving me and not even giving me a drop of water is punishment?" Yunxi laughed, her face full of sarcasm. If she couldn't vent her anger by hitting me, she would say it out loud: "You're just afraid that I'll come and disturb your family reunion. You'd be happy if I died quietly."
"Yunxi, listen to me." Seeing the tense atmosphere, Madam Hou spoke up, "It was indeed our worry and anger that led us to this desperate measure of locking you up. Now that we've said that, although you are not our biological daughter, we have at least heard you call us father and mother for a year. Now your adoptive parents are dead, and we don't even know who your biological parents are." She paused, then continued, "You can stay here and stay in the Hou manor in peace. We will tell everyone that you are our Hou manor's adopted daughter."
For many people, this was like a windfall.
Even if she only had the title of an adopted daughter, she would still be well-off and never have to worry about food or clothing.
Given Yunxi's solitary and widowed status, there was no reason for her to refuse.
Just when everyone thought she was going to accept, Yunxi shook her head and said, "No."
need.
"Yunxi, don't be ridiculous." Fan Zishi spoke up abruptly, interrupting her refusal again. "I know you're angry right now, but let's wait until you've calmed down before we talk about anything."
“I really don’t need it,” Yunxi emphasized firmly.
However, as if afraid that she would talk nonsense again, Fan Zishi stepped forward and, without saying a word, grabbed her arm and walked towards the door.
Yunxi was as fragile as paper at this moment, unable to muster any strength to break free.
Fan Zishi forcibly dragged him to the door.
He seemed oblivious to even the Marquis's reprimand: "Eldest brother, what are you doing? What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that?"
Unable to break free, Yunxi simply gave up resisting.
It wasn't until he was pulled out of the main courtyard and stood on the veranda that Fan Zishi finally realized something was wrong.
He stopped, turned around, and lifted Yunxi's arm.
The crimson was glaring; his fingers were stained red with her blood.
"Blood?" Fan Zishi's eyes widened suddenly. "How did you get injured? Where are you hurt? Your complexion is also off, are you running a fever?"
In his haste, he reached out to touch her forehead.
Yun Xi took a step back to avoid him and asked, "Can you let me go now?"
Fan Zishi said somewhat helplessly, "Then you go to my courtyard first, and I'll have someone call Imperial Physician Qian over."
As he spoke, he was about to call over the maidservants in the corridor.
Yunxi spoke first, "No need, I'll go to Wutong Garden."
Fan Zishi's body stiffened.
His expression instantly became very unnatural.
Seeing his expression, Yunxi couldn't bear it any longer and said, "That courtyard was no longer mine. It's the Marquis's right to dispose of it as one pleases. I'm just going back to get some things."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Go and get the things I brought with me."
Fan Zishi asked slowly, "Are you still leaving?"
Yunxi stared at him and nodded.
They were so resolute that there was absolutely no room for negotiation.
"Yunxi, I know you're angry right now, but don't say such impulsive things," Fan Zishi advised.
Yunxi was too tired to say anything more. She turned around and walked straight towards the Wutong Garden on her left.
Fan Zishi had no choice but to say...
"I've had all your things stored in the Ink Fragrance Studio."
Moxianzhai is Fan Zishi's courtyard.
Yunxi nodded and changed direction.
When she first came to the Jiangyuan Marquis's residence, she only brought a change of cotton clothes and the memorial tablets of her adoptive parents.
Their memorial tablets could not be placed in the Fan family ancestral hall, but Yunxi was also not allowed to place them in her room for worship.
But how could Yunxi agree? She had a huge argument with them, and everyone looked at her with reproach, saying that she was immature, had her heart set on outsiders, and was ruining the feng shui of the Marquis's mansion.
They only relented when she was about to leave the Marquis's residence with the memorial tablet in her arms.
It seems that at that time, she already had an indelible rift with them.
For her, the most important thing is the memorial tablets of her adoptive parents.
But now she can't be found.
Aside from her clothes, her everyday belongings were wrapped in a cloth. When opened, all her gold, jade, and hairpins were scattered, showing no sign of being cherished.
Fan Zishi was embarrassed for a moment, then immediately said, "I had them all put away; I don't know how they got into this state."
"Where are the memorial tablets? Where are the memorial tablets for my adoptive parents?" Yunxi suddenly interrupted him and asked.
"Uh, I had someone put it away." Seeing her anxious expression, Fan Zishi immediately said, "I'll have someone go to Wutong Garden to look for it again."
But he couldn't find it, so Fan Zishi called over the maid who was in charge of tidying up at the time.
The maidservant replied somewhat fearfully, "The master came over and said..."
"What did you say?" Fan Zishi asked sternly.
The maid immediately prostrated herself and kowtowed, "Master said it was too unlucky, and Miss Qile is frail; he was afraid of offending her. Master took it away, and this servant doesn't know where it is."
Yunxi drew her sword and charged toward the main courtyard.
You can touch her, but you can't touch the memorial tablets of her adoptive parents.
"Yunxi, Yunxi, don't be impulsive." Fan Zishi's brow twitched, and he immediately followed.
Anxious, she used her inner energy to leap onto the roof, how could Fan Zishi possibly catch up?
"Yunxi"
When she rushed to the main courtyard, the people inside were about to leave. Seeing her suddenly jump down from the roof, her second uncle, Fan Wei, was startled. "Yunxi, what are you doing?"
Everyone turned to look at her.
Yunxi ignored the condemnation and contempt in their eyes and went straight to the Marquis to ask...
"Where are the memorial tablets for my adoptive parents?"
"How dare you speak to me like that? You have no manners!" the Marquis scolded, frowning.
Having her weakness exposed, she could only take a deep breath, lower her head, and ask with downcast eyes, "May I ask, Your Excellency, where are the memorial tablets of my adoptive parents? Rest assured, I will leave the Jiangyuan Marquis's residence immediately after I obtain them, and never appear again."
The Marquis snorted coldly, "It's already burned."
"What did you say?" Yunxi's eyes widened suddenly, as if she hadn't understood.
“Burn it. If you insist on having it, then have someone make one for you. You can choose any kind of wood, but it must never appear in my Jiangyuan Marquis’s residence.”
"How dare you?" Yunxi's eyes turned bloodshot instantly, and she drew her sword to stab Jiang Yuanhou.
That was something my adoptive mother instructed my adoptive father to do before she died—to hollow out the memorial tablet and fill it with their ashes.
That way they can stay with her forever.
Amidst the screams of the crowd, Jiang Yuanhou, who hadn't expected Yun Xi to suddenly launch an attack, took a few steps back in shock.
"Guards! Guards!" Lady Hou was so frightened that her face turned pale.
Yunxi was consumed by rage and couldn't care less about anything else.
All she knew was that her adoptive parents' ashes had been lost.
What's the difference between this and burning bones to ashes?
She was furious and desperate, her eyes bloodshot, and she swung her sword to stab again.
Jiang Yuanhou screamed as his arm was slashed, and he fell to the ground in a sorry state, barely managing to dodge Yun Xi's attack.
Not enough, not enough
As she raised her sword to stab again, the guards standing outside the door rushed in and surrounded her, blocking her attack.
Enraged, she only wanted to kill Jiang Yuanhou.
Even though she was extremely weak at that moment.
She didn't care about anything else.
She could tolerate whatever they wanted to do to her, but why did they have to harm her family?
Why?
Her fierce killing intent sent the guard flying.
He raised his sword and thrust it at Jiang Yuanhou again.
Ye Qile suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Jiang Yuanhou, saying tremblingly, "You...you mustn't hurt Father. Didn't we promise you we'd make one again?"
Yunxi narrowed her eyes, her breathing quickening, and gripped the sword hilt tightly.
Jiang Yuanhou, protected by his guards, was also helped up. Clutching his bleeding arm, he roared ferociously, "You're incredibly audacious! Kill her!"
"Yunxi, put down your sword. Don't do anything so treasonous!" Uncle Er advised from a distance.
Lady Hou looked at her husband with a pained expression, and glared at Yun Xi angrily, "For the past year, my Jiangyuan Marquis's mansion has provided you with good food and clothing, and you actually dared to kill someone. We have truly raised a thankless wretch."
“Make a list of how much I’ve eaten and used from you, and I, Yunxi, will return it all to you without missing a single penny.” Yunxi’s eyes blazed with anger as he raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Yuanhou.
Drip, blood rolled down her wrist. "But if you don't return my adoptive parents' memorial tablets to me intact, your Jiangyuan Marquis's mansion..."
I'll make sure this place is in complete chaos!
"Yunxi, what are you doing?" Fan Zishi, who had rushed over, asked incredulously, panting.
Yunxi's harsh words were instantly swallowed back down her throat.
She pursed her lips.
"You...you actually hurt Father?" Fan Zishi strode over, his face ashen. This man, who had always doted on Yunxi, was now truly enraged. "Yunxi, you have truly disappointed me. No matter what happened, you still called him Father."
Fan Zishi's eyes were filled with utter disappointment. "You're reckless, impulsive, and heartless. You act without any regard for the consequences. Your adoptive parents have truly ruined you!"
"Don't mention them!" Yunxi's hand holding the sword trembled.
"Then why do you still do such things? Can't you be more obedient and sensible?"
Like an ice needle piercing to the bone, Yunxi saw disappointment in Fan Zishi's eyes for the first time.
It was as if she were truly an unteachable beast.
The Marquis clutched his arm and roared, "What are you all standing there for? Execute this traitor who dared to assassinate me on the spot!"
Fan Zishi spoke first, "Father, let her go."
The Marquis was about to reprimand her, but his wife whispered something in his ear. Both men looked at Ye Qile beside them, and saw that she was clearly frightened, her eyes filled with tears.
Jiang Yuanhou suppressed his anger and stared at Yun Xi as if she were a dead object. "You are such rotten wood and filth. In this life, you must never have any further connection with my Jiang Yuanhou Mansion."
The memorial tablet was burned, and no matter how much she made a scene, even if she killed Jiang Yuanhou, she couldn't get it back.
She said expressionlessly, "I, Yunxi, will never have any connection with the Jiangyuan Marquis's mansion in my life, or may I be struck by lightning."
Fan Zishi, nicknamed "Yunxi," subconsciously took a step forward.
This time, Yunxi didn't even glance at him. Without a second thought, she turned around and walked straight towards the gate of the Jiangyuan Marquis's residence.
As I stepped out of the Marquis's residence, I saw Onion Head peeking out from the doorway.
Soon, the two figures disappeared into Suzaku Alley.
Yunxi did not stay at the inn, but instead chose the room she had rented for Congtou.
The courtyard was small, but very quiet.
Onion was quick to act; he ran off to fetch a doctor and then went to a clothing store to buy a set of clothes.
After taking the medicine, Yunxi, exhausted both physically and mentally, quickly fell asleep.
The Prince of Huailing's Mansion.
Upon hearing the report from the guard, Dao Er felt a headache coming on. "Brother, should we report this to the master immediately, that Miss Fan isn't Miss Fan?"
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