Chapter 86 Did he not use his family's name to...?
"Sir, was this cave always there?" she asked, touching the stalactites above her head. "How amazing!"
“Yes, it’s been there for a long time.” Chen Xun nodded. “Young Master Si used to refine pills in this place. The pill furnace and cauldron are still there.”
Her eyes lit up: "Could you take me to see where he refines pills?"
The alchemy room was located at the deepest part of the cave. Chen Xun led her there on foot and then took a small boat for half an hour, finally arriving after several transfers.
The alchemy room was locked. Chen Xun searched through a pile of keys in his bag for a long time before finally finding the key. He opened the door and went in with Leng Cuizhu.
The room had been empty for a long time and was covered in mud and dust. Caught off guard, she was hit by a cloud of dust that forced her to cover her mouth and cough incessantly.
"Cough, cough..." She walked to the furnace. "My lord, can this thing be opened? I want to see inside."
"It should work." Chen Xun leaned closer and pondered for a moment before lifting the stove.
"Alright, it's open now, my wife, take a look!" He breathed a sigh of relief, brushed the dust off his hands, and squatted down to rest.
Leng Cuizhu tiptoed to look inside the furnace and saw that it was full of incense ash and bones. She picked up a dry branch from the ground and dug around in it, and sure enough, she dug out an iron box.
She looked up and saw Chen Xun squatting to one side, dozing off. She quickly and quietly fished the box out of the stove and pried it open in a few swift movements.
Besides a few bracelets and jade pendants, there were several stacks of papers in the box. She randomly picked one out and glanced at it; it was just a house deed.
She was still unwilling to give up, so she took out all the stacks of papers and flipped through them one by one. Before she could finish, Chen Xun suddenly woke up from her dream, and she had to stuff the remaining papers into her wide sleeves.
“My lady,” she fanned herself, feigning composure, “this place is so stuffy, let’s go.”
"Oh, okay." Chen Xun got up and rummaged through his pockets. "Hey, where are my keys?"
"Uh..." He scratched his neck. "Wife, I think I've lost my keys."
"What should we do then?" she asked, already used to it. "Will the adults break down the door?"
"Huh?" Chen Xun waved his hands repeatedly, "No thanks."
"The nanny comes here to mop the floor every day. It's getting late, so she'll probably be here soon. Shall we wait here for her to open the door for us?"
What if they don't come?
"If they don't come, then we can try breaking down the door. The door is pitiful too; it hurts when someone breaks it."
"...Alright then." She wondered if Chen Xun had gone crazy from being bored, otherwise why would he start rambling on and on.
The two squatted side by side on the ground for a while, smelling the burnt smell outside.
Chen Xun: "I guess the salt workers finished their work and came back to cook."
Leng Cuizhu was somewhat reluctant to respond: "Hmm."
"I hear someone calling out..."
Chen Xun explained, "When you sing folk songs, you shout at the top of your lungs, and it sounds like you're yelling."
She glanced at him, her expression unchanged.
After a while, the screams outside were coming in one after another, and the two realized that something was wrong.
Chen Xun: "Is it on fire?"
She stared at him.
Chen Xun: "Right? It's on fire, isn't it?"
She finally spoke: "What else?"
Chen Xun quickly got up and banged on the door: "Help! Help! There's someone inside! Help!"
She ran over too: "Sir, stop shouting, quickly break down the door! Let's break it down together!"
She pulled Chen Xun and tried to ram the door, but despite their attempts more than a dozen times, the door remained firmly shut. Finally, having exhausted all other options, they could only keep banging on the door while calling for help.
"Help!"
"Help..." she cried, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
Chen Xun quickly pulled her up: "Wife, hang in there! You must hang in there!"
A few wisps of black smoke drifted into the room through the crack in the door. Leng Cuizhu accidentally inhaled some of it, choking several times until her face turned red and blue.
"grown ups……"
"Hold on, I'll go crash again!"
Chen Xun tried to ram the door again, and this time he did manage to open it, but it was the salt blocks outside that pushed it open. As soon as the door opened, the pile of salt blocks poured inwards with overwhelming force, blocking the doorway in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xun's head was throbbing: "Where did all these salt lumps come from?!"
Dizzy and disoriented, Leng Cuizhu opened her eyes: "My lord, cough, cough, I..." She was about to speak when she was so frightened by the scene in front of her that she closed her mouth.
Chen Xun couldn't dig through the salt pile with his hands, so he reached into the jar and pulled out a stick about seven inches long. Its shape was so frightening that Leng Cuizhu couldn't bear to look at it.
Why did she suffer such a calamity...?
Chen Xun kept digging at the salt with a stick, while she lay on the ground, utterly despondent. The smoke and dust not only stung her eyes, but also made her head spin, and her forehead was sweating profusely from the heat of the fire.
She collapsed from exhaustion shortly afterward, before Chen Xun could rescue her with a stick.
She rarely dreams, but this time, she had a very long dream.
It could only be described as long; she experienced none of the other feelings.
In her dream, she was a swaddled baby who hadn't yet grown any milk teeth. She lay quietly on the green grass, neither crying nor fussing, with a clear blue sky above her.
She lay there and there, from day to night, and from night to day. She didn't know why she was there, nor where she should go.
One day, she couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears.
Her cries were still accompanied only by herself.
So she gave in again, helplessly stopping her sobs and staring at the azure sky.
She was very hungry.
Her intestines and stomach rumbled and gurgled, relentlessly clutching at every inch of her skin, trying to lick out some food to fill her stomach, but she couldn't; she was starving and emaciated.
Leng Cuizhu wasn't a baby; she was merely inside a baby's body. Therefore, she easily made the connection—where were the child's parents?
Why does she lie on the vast grass all day long, with no one to take care of her?
She longed to get up from the ground, to find food, to drink from the spring, but she was an infant and could not move.
She could only wait.
Waiting to die.
She thought she was going to die like this.
Coincidentally, a crow flew overhead and landed beside her.
The crow stared at her for a long time with its jet-black eyes, and then brought her some fruit.
After discovering that she had no teeth and couldn't chew, it dropped the fruit and flew away, somehow obtaining milk and storing it in the leaves.
The crow wasn't very good at feeding her, and its sharp beak would often accidentally peck her. Every time it pecked her, she would wriggle her limbs and cry loudly.
Unable to speak, the crow could only frantically try to comfort her, which backfired.
Later, as she grew older, she no longer needed to be wrapped in swaddling clothes. She could walk, and it only took her a hundred steps to walk from the grassy slope to the mistletoe tree.
The crow that had been tirelessly feeding her had grown up and was so tall that when she reached out to hug him, she could only reach his waist, and she couldn't even see his face when she looked up.
He would always gently stroke her head, still without saying a word.
He didn't speak until she reached the age to learn to speak, teaching her to speak word by word.
He taught her her name, taught her to recognize her eyes, nose, lips, arms, legs... he taught her many things, but he never mentioned the relationship between her and him.
Should I call you Father?
She couldn't wait any longer and asked him.
If you wish, you can.
He answered.
She did think about it then, of course she did, but more than a decade later, she no longer did. She regretted calling him that in the first place, and that she had been calling him that for more than a decade.
Her father always spoiled her; she could have whatever she wanted.
Her father always forgave her, even though she had made many mistakes towards him.
That boundless tolerance made her feel like she was in a honey pot, and her desires gradually swelled.
It only took her a hundred steps to walk from the grassy slope to the mistletoe tree, along with a hundred prayers, asking God for forgiveness again and again.
After a hundred times, she took her father's hand and kissed him under the mistletoe tree.
This time, she reached out and touched his incredibly hot chest, playing with his full head of black hair.
She knew it was wrong, that it was something that should not be done, but... could he guarantee that he hadn't used the name of family to seduce her or had improper thoughts about her?
In any case, she slept with him, and it was a harmonious affair. It was as if his empty body was waiting for her, sculpted just for her. She knew him well enough, she was incredibly intimate with him, so they were a match made in heaven.
Besides, she needs him.
In that oppressive environment, filled with interrogation and obedience, she was never accepted by anyone except him. Those people considered themselves superior, regarded her as lowly, and tried to strangle her and prevent her from ever rising again—but that was impossible.
She needs her father to teach her, to teach her... how to show her unique side.
Just like when she was a child, I personally taught her everything I said and did.
Before she could teach, she needed her father's body to fill the physical desires within her.
After that, she will be revered by thousands.
Absolutely.
Even he had to grovel at her feet.
Leng Cuizhu woke up groggily from her dream, salt still sticking to her cheeks.
What comes into view is the warm firelight and the gleaming silhouettes beside the campfire.
She called softly, "Eun..."
The man turned around, a few pieces of cloth draped over his arm: "Madam is awake."
Eun pulled her to sit up. She looked around at the dark surroundings, completely bewildered: "Where am I?"
After saying that, she knew the answer in her heart: "They're still in the cave."
“Yes,” Ewan nodded, “the fire is out.”
She immediately thought, "Where is Lord Chen?"
“When I came in to find Madam, there was no one else with her. Only this.” Eun picked up the wooden stick from the ground and handed it to her.
Her gaze swept over the wooden penis, and her mind immediately recalled that extremely absurd and hilarious memory. She did not take the wooden stick.
"I've never seen this before. It must have been accidentally left behind by someone fleeing." She changed the subject. "If we're still in the cave... why hasn't anyone come to rescue us?"
“It seems that all those who didn’t escape were burned to death, and those who did escape probably don’t dare to come back,” Eun explained.
"I originally wanted to take my wife out, but unfortunately the original route was completely blocked, and I couldn't find any other exit."
"I reckon someone will come to rescue Madam soon."
"Wait," she grabbed the man, "Are you leaving?"
"I'm not leaving." The man smiled and shook his head. "I'll stay with you."
The man took off the clothes from his arm and handed them to her: "This is dry now, Madam can change into it again."
She took the clothes, glanced at them, and saw that they were her jacket and undergarment, warm from being baked.
"Okay, thank you for your help." Her relationship with Eun wasn't exactly legitimate; they'd slept together so many times she couldn't even count them on her fingers. Helping him dry his underwear wasn't anything to be ashamed of.
After she finished dressing, the man transformed into a crow and burrowed into her dress, quietly keeping her company.
Although she had been unconscious for quite some time, her head was still very dizzy, and her eyelids kept drooping. Unable to hold on any longer, she yawned, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep.
I didn't dream this time. I was woken up halfway through my sleep, and my eyelids were forcibly opened.
"Cold Green Candle, wake up."
Yin Yuan expressionlessly tried to pry her eyelids off, but when he couldn't, he started to pluck her eyelashes. He showed no mercy and soon plucked several of her long eyelashes, causing her to burst into tears and her eyelids to tremble in pain.
"Hmm..."
"Wake up." Seeing that she didn't react much, the man reached out to slap her cheek, but she dodged it.
"Yin Yuan?" Leng Cuizhu finally came to her senses. "How come it's you? What are you doing here?"
"Why did you tie me up..."
"What do you think?" the man interrupted her.
"Don't you know what you've done?"
"Do I have to repeat it word for word?"
He turned around, took a wooden stick from the box the guard was carrying, and threw it in front of her.
Leng Cuizhu felt dizzy as soon as she saw that thing.
"Oh no...this isn't mine!"
Did I say it was yours?
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