Chapter 159 A Trick of Fate (Part 2)
"Zhao'er!" I cried out as I saw him leap onto his horse, ready to leave. He's just gone like that, who's going to guide me...?
He paused for a moment, then slowly walked up to me, pulling on the reins. He lifted my chin with the whip and said, “This is not a name you can call,” his expression cold.
I was so angry I wanted to jump up and down.
"Dog!" I decided to give up and yelled, closing my eyes.
Sima Zhao was completely stunned. After a long while, without saying a word, he dragged me onto the horse's back, spurred the horse hard, and galloped away.
"Put me down! Put me down!..." I lay on the horse's back like a sack, screaming at the top of my lungs.
The horse galloped along, jolting me so badly that my insides felt like they were going to come out, and in the end, I couldn't even scream anymore.
Sima Zhao... You're something else... You're ruthless.
Just when I thought I was going to die on horseback, Sima Zhao finally pulled on the reins and stopped in front of a mansion.
"Get down." He jumped off his horse and looked at me coldly.
I rolled my eyes at him and lay motionless on the horse's back.
Sima Zhao raised his hand and, without any mercy, pulled me off the horse, hoisted me onto his shoulder, and carried me inside.
I don't even have the strength to groan anymore... Why did I have to become like a sack of potatoes...?
Why do I always suffer physical pain every time I time-travel...? What did I do to deserve this...?
"Second Young Master." Upon seeing Sima Zhao, the guard standing at the door bowed.
It seems this is the Sima family's residence.
"Speak, who are you?!" Sima Zhao threw me hard to the ground, squatted down, and looked at me coldly.
I cried out, "Damn it! I'm your sister!"
Sima Zhao's expression changed slightly. He gritted his teeth and approached me, saying, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll kill you." With that, he turned around, sat down in a chair, and coldly watched me struggle on the ground.
After a while, probably feeling bored, he drew a short sword from his waist.
My eyes widened in shock. Was this guy really going to kill me?! I'd be so wronged to die here!
I was about to speak when I saw him roll up his sleeves, turn around, and slash his own arm with his short sword. It was a truly brutal cut, so ruthless, and bright red blood gushed out...
I stared in disbelief, then cursed under my breath. Ignoring the pain, I struggled to my feet, tore a piece of cloth from my skirt, and pressed it against his wound.
"Get out of my way!" He pulled his hand back and kicked me away.
Even saints get angry!
I scrambled to my feet and yelled, "What's wrong with you? Why do you have to hurt yourself out of all the fun you could do!"
He ignored me, simply looking down at his arm, as if admiring the way the bright red liquid flowed...
His face gradually turned pale.
I was about to step forward and punch him to wake him up when I suddenly froze.
As he stared at the bright red blood, he murmured two words, "Sister..."
I suddenly realized something: if there is a temporal order, then after I leave, shouldn't everyone in this era who has had contact with me forget me?
"Zhao'er?" I called him cautiously.
He didn't look up, but stared at the wound on his arm with a pale face, muttering to himself, "Sister, Cao Pi is finally going to die... Although I didn't avenge you with my own hands, I swear to you... I will definitely trample the Cao family under my feet!"
I was stunned. What did he say? Cao Pi was going to die? How could Cao Pi die? Wasn't Cao Pi the emperor? How could he die?
What about Cao Cao? Where is Cao Cao now?
Is this not Xuchang?
A series of questions left my mind in a complete mess.
"Where is this? Is this Xuchang?" I stepped forward and asked Sima Zhao.
Sima Zhao glanced at me indifferently, then mercifully spoke, "Luoyang."
My legs swayed slightly, and I felt a wave of dizziness. "Then... what's the current year?"
"The seventh year of Huangchu," Sima Zhao sneered, "but the reign title should be changed next year."
My head was buzzing. This year is the seventh year of Huangchu? Does that mean Cao Cao has been dead for seven years? All the beautiful fantasies in my head vanished like bubbles. I slumped softly to the ground.
Hua Yingxiong actually tricked me...
The seventh year of Huangchu...
It's already the seventh year of the Huangchu era...
The seventh year of Huangchu... When I left, it was the thirteenth year of Jian'an, but now that I've returned, it's already the seventh year of Huangchu...
How many major events happened in between?
Cao Cao is dead, Zhou Yu is dead, Liu Bei is dead... Empress Fu is dead, Cao Pi forced the young emperor to abdicate, and now Cao Pi is dead too...
Time, in the hands of fate, is like a child's building blocks, which can be taken apart at any time... and then reassembled...
And me, having traveled through so much time, who can help me adjust to the time difference?
The man who once boasted that he would keep me by his side for life... is actually dead?
And I, I've somehow become a nine-year-old child...
What kind of cruel joke has fate played on me?
Turning around, I looked at Zhao'er. He was no longer the little Zhao'er he used to be; he had grown up, while I had become a nine-year-old child...
I tore a clean piece of cloth off his skirt and placed it on his arm. This time he didn't kick me away, not because his temper had improved, but because he had lost too much blood and had no strength left.
"Zhao'er, I'm sorry." I hugged his neck, but found that this posture made me look like a little bird clinging to him.
Sima Zhao stared at me blankly, "Girl, the way you talk sounds like someone..."
I hugged him, "I am her."
Sima Zhao grew somewhat angry. "You overconfident girl, do you know who I'm talking about?"
Just as I was about to speak, the door was pushed open, and I quickly let go of it.
My "father" Wang Su and Sima Yi walked in.
"Is this your daughter?" Sima Yi asked, looking at me.
"Indeed, thank you for your trouble, sir," Wang Su said hurriedly, clasping his hands in greeting.
"Sir, why did you kidnap Miss Wang?" Sima Yi frowned as he saw that I was disheveled and in a sorry state.
Sima Zhao, pale and silent due to excessive blood loss, was unable to speak.
"Reporting to Lord Sima, Zhao'er didn't do anything to me. He accidentally cut himself, and I was just bandaging his wound," I quickly explained to him.
“Nonsense! A young woman’s reputation is of utmost importance. How could you appear in a man’s room in such a disheveled state?” Wang Su frowned slightly.
"Hehe, I think these two young people are quite interesting. Why don't we arrange a betrothal and wait until your daughter comes of age before we marry her? What do you think?" Sima Yi looked at me and suddenly laughed.
Wang Su nodded, "What you say makes sense, sir."
I was dumbfounded.
"don't want!"
"don't want!"
Sima Zhao and I spoke in unison.
We turned and looked at each other, and I almost wanted to scream to the heavens...
Why does fate always seem to work against me? I met the right person at the wrong time back then, and now I'm meeting the wrong person at the right time...
My time travel... is to find Cao Cao, not to marry Sima Zhao...
"Father, I don't want to marry this girl..."
"Father, I don't want to marry this boy..."
They all spoke in unison again.
Sima Yi and Wang Su looked at each other, stroked their beards, and laughed heartily, "They really do understand each other..."
I'm so frustrated I could cry...
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