"ah……"
The next second, someone covered his mouth. Meng Wa blinked and met Wei Ci's eyes, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Wei Ci narrowed her eyes, hiding the surprise in them, withdrew her hand, shifted her gaze away calmly, and leaned over to check on the little dumpling.
"He has a high fever. We must leave quickly and find a doctor for him."
The skin under the palm was burning hot, and the little guy's delicate face was frighteningly red. His little hands were tightly grasping Wei Ci's collar, and he couldn't pull it open.
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word. They also wanted to leave, but the problem was how could they leave? Those evil human traffickers were still upstairs.
Wei Ci stood up, climbed up in a few steps and pushed the wooden board open again. Those people should still be eating and drinking, but the noise was much quieter.
"I'll go take a look, just keep quiet."
After saying this, he didn't respond and just ducked and ran out.
"Uh... where are we going?"
Wei Ci stood in the weed-covered backyard, her eyes confused for a moment.
Although she had the original owner's memories, most of them were her memories of her family. In the fifteen years she had lived, the original owner could only go out a few times, which could be counted on one hand, not to mention her. In ancient times, unless a woman was invited to a party in Beppu, she would probably never step out of the door in her entire life except on her wedding day.
She had just turned 15 and had never left the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. However, her aunt would climb over the wall to meet her lover every few days, and she was left behind to keep watch and pass on messages to her so that her stepmother and her daughter and the Right Prime Minister's scumbag father would not find out.
So she had never left the house, didn't know how to get around, and didn't even know which way the government office in this world faced.
Her ears, like ingots, trembled as she heard the noise coming from the front yard. Pursing her lips, Wei Ci took out half a bag of powder from the small treasure box in her space and chuckled evilly.
This was the drug her aunt gave her to keep her from getting drunk. It was originally meant to prevent her scumbag father, the Right Prime Minister, from suddenly having a brain freeze and coming to her aunt's yard to rest. If he came and found her not there, there would be ways to escape, but it would be troublesome.
You know what, it was the right defense.
Just look at how the once one-pound drug is now only the size of a palm, and you will know how frequently it is used. She used to sympathize with that scumbag father, but now she sympathizes with herself.
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