The old man in front of me was already in his seventies or eighties, but if you looked closely, you could still vaguely see that he resembled Zheng Bo, the steward of the Xia family, by about seven or eight points, except that his face had many wrinkles left by the years.
The old man said tremblingly, "Miss... if you still remember this old servant, then you should know that I have always been devoted to my duties in the Xia family all these years. You have been dead for so many years, so why bother coming to the mortal world to find this old servant?"
"Explain yourself," Feng Guang said coldly. "What do you mean by me being dead for so many years?"
“Miss…” Old Zheng trembled and dared not utter a complete sentence.
Feng Guang glanced at the growing crowd around her and realized that this couldn't go on. So she took a few more steps toward the old man and said, "Look carefully, I'm not a ghost. If I were a ghost, would there still be a shadow of me on the ground?"
"A shadow?" Old Zheng glanced at the ground and sure enough, there was her shadow. He was puzzled again.
Feng Guang didn't care whether he was confused or not. She said in a commanding tone, "Xiuer, I have some questions to ask your grandfather. Take your grandfather back to the house."
"Yes... Miss."
Xiuer, half-dragging and half-persuading, brought Old Master Zheng to the Xia family's mansion in Kyoto.
Upon entering the hall, Feng Guang asked directly, "Uncle Zheng, why did you say I was a ghost?"
"Miss...Miss isn't a ghost? Could I have mistaken you for someone else?" the old man said cautiously. "But...but your face is definitely that of our young lady!"
“Oh, Grandpa, Miss is of course a person.” Unlike her grandfather, who was talking nonsense, Xiu’er said, “Grandpa, just say it. Why did you say Miss is a ghost?”
The old man finally calmed down. He stared at the scenery for a while, and his emotions became much more composed before he slowly said, "Miss... don't blame me for being too emotional, but your face is exactly the same as that of Miss Xia from more than forty years ago. Just over forty years ago, I was working for the Xia family in Tong County..."
The old man slowly recounted the events from decades ago, and as he spoke, a veil was suddenly torn away from her memory.
More than forty years ago, in the Xia family mansion of Tong County.
It was nighttime when the young lady of the Xia family was suddenly kidnapped by a notorious thief. This incident immediately alarmed the yamen (government office). Chen Hongdou, the only female constable in the yamen, volunteered to lead a group of people to capture the thief. The reason why the thief kidnapped the young lady of the Xia family was nothing more than that he would choose to kidnap the most treasured items from the wealthy families of each place he passed through. And for the Xia family, the most treasured item was naturally their only young lady, not to mention that the young lady of the Xia family was a famous beauty.
This notorious thief was also a womanizer. It is said that every time he stole a treasure, he would return it after he got tired of playing with it. If it were just ordinary gold, silver, or jade, that would be one thing, but today was different. He stole a person, and a virgin at that.
He had committed countless crimes and never failed, but unfortunately, he was about to miscalculate. Under the relentless pursuit of the constables, he had no choice but to flee into a village, where he encountered a man.
The girl, who was being held captive by the thief, had her eyes light up when she saw the man.
The man in white, with an ethereal and otherworldly air, remained calm and composed upon seeing the unexpected arrival. He even had the leisure to pour himself a cup of tea and asked with a smile, "A guest is a guest indeed. Would you like to share a drink, sir?"
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