After arranging the outsourcing of car parts, Zheng Quchi went to the market to buy a bottle of yellow wine, a package of offerings, and paper money and incense, and then went to Mu Ke's grave.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Hamu, I'm late, mainly because..."
As she said this, her throat tightened, and after taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she squatted down.
She pulled out some newly grown weeds in front of the grave, cleaned up the area around the tombstone, and then arranged all the things she had brought.
She lit the incense and candles, piled the paper money into a pagoda shape and burned it. She knelt in front of the tomb and respectfully kowtowed three times.
"Uncle Mu, I never imagined that our parting after such an ordinary meeting would become our final farewell. If I had known it would be like this... I would never have asked you to deliver the letter to Brother Wei."
"I have avenged you, Uncle Mu."
"But what if I kill her? The dead can't be brought back to life, and I owe you, but I don't know how to repay you..."
She remained deeply troubled by his death, feeling both guilty and saddened by the passing of a familiar elder.
"You're Sang Xuanqing?"
A cold voice suddenly came from behind her.
Zheng Quchi turned around and saw a middle-aged woman standing behind her. The woman was probably in her thirties or forties, with her hair styled in a woman's bun, dressed in plain clothes, her face as cold as ice, and her sharp phoenix eyes staring at her.
Seeing that the other party looked formidable, Zheng Quchi did not immediately admit it, but asked warily, "Who are you? You're looking for Sang Xuanqing, what's your relationship with him?"
The middle-aged woman sneered, "The person you just kowtowed and worshipped, repenting and feeling guilty, is my husband. Do you think that has anything to do with me?"
Zheng Quchi was taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "You...you're Uncle Mu's wife, the one who's good at medicinal cuisine?"
Don't blame Zheng Quchi for only remembering this one characteristic of the other party; the most important thing is that the medicinal diet the other party prepared for her was really effective.
Since taking a few doses of the medicine, her practice of the Bone Softening Technique has become even more effective. Her blood and qi flow smoothly, and even in the coldest weather, her hands and feet are no longer as cold as before. If she doesn't soak her feet, they won't warm up overnight.
"Ha, is that how he introduced me?" The woman raised an eyebrow, but her gaze fell on the tombstone, revealing a deep sadness.
Zheng Quchi quickly stood up and said, "Auntie, no, sister, Uncle Mu once said that his wife is exceptionally capable, kind-hearted, helpful, considerate, and gentle. She is the best wife..."
As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened. Wiping away the tears, she whispered, "I'm sorry about Uncle Mu..."
"Originally, after learning the whole story, I did blame you, even though it wasn't your fault. It was all just the evil and cruelty of bad people who harmed the innocent. However, I can't convince myself that you had nothing to do with it." The woman's voice suddenly turned cold and hard.
Zheng Quchi remained silent, listening quietly to her words.
“But just now, just now you were kneeling there…you said, what good is revenge if the dead can’t be brought back to life? Suddenly I understood why Old Mu treated you so differently.”
Suddenly, she reached out, her fingers curled like eagle claws, and grabbed Zheng Quchi's arm.
Zheng Quchi was startled, but based on her trust in Uncle Mu's character and the belief that his wife would not be a vicious or evil person, she calmed down and did not move.
The middle-aged woman glanced at her with a half-smile: "You don't seem very bright. What if I was lying to you just now? Or perhaps you're not resisting because of your guilt, and you're planning to let me kill you to vent my anger?"
If someone wants to fight her, Zheng Quchi might be helpless, but if the other party wants to reason with her, she won't back down.
Her large, clear eyes reflected the other person's gaze as she replied logically, "I believe you are not lying to me, not because of your words, but because I did smell a medicinal scent on you. If you are not someone who has been taking medicine for many years, you wouldn't even smell of medicine on your body. Besides, it's not that I didn't resist; I don't believe I'm so guilty that I want to die. Rather, I believe that Uncle Mu's wife is not someone who kills indiscriminately without distinguishing right from wrong."
The middle-aged woman was taken aback by her words, then spat out, "Sharp-tongued."
She placed her fingers on Zheng Quchi's pulse, and after taking his pulse, she said seriously, "You suffered a life-threatening injury before?"
It turned out to be a pulse diagnosis. It startled her. Although she felt that the other party probably wouldn't kill her, she was afraid that the other party might beat her up without saying a word.
"right."
"With such severe injuries, to recover to the point where you can jump and bounce around now, did you use any Saint-level or higher pills to treat it?" she asked again.
Amazing! He can know so much just by taking a pulse?
"Yes, yes, I also ate a ginseng that was over a hundred years old."
To save her the trouble of guessing any further, she revealed herself.
"You're really lucky. Ginseng replenished your qi, which kept you alive, and then you were cured with a holy medicine... However, you still damaged your vital energy after all. Do you sometimes cough for a long time at night, coughing so hard it's heart-wrenching?"
"Hmm, it happened once. What happened? What's your lifeline? Is it serious?" She blinked, looking completely oblivious.
The middle-aged woman squinted her eyes: "Yes, and it will get worse and worse, leading to exhaustion of vital energy and even tuberculosis. You might as well ask others whether they can cure your disease or not."
She stared intently at Zheng Quchi, but her voice drifted elsewhere, reaching the ears of other observant people.
They finally realized the seriousness of the situation.
"...Save me."
"You little rascal, how did you know I could save you?"
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