antidote
After getting a definite answer, the goddess withdrew her gaze and sighed imperceptibly.
"Well, this matter has nothing to do with you. Just be careful not to let others get close to that place."
She lowered her eyes to look at her flawless nails, then gently held them in her palm.
"Freedom...is finally here."
The goddess spoke so softly that You almost didn't hear it.
He turned around and slowed down his pace for a moment, then turned around and asked, "What?"
“…”
There was a sense of emptiness and powerlessness that inexplicably rose from the bottom of her heart, as if it meant that she was about to lose something. The goddess' fingertips trembled slightly, and then she turned her eyes away.
The expression of You in front of him was the same, but she looked a little surprised because she suddenly turned her head.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
“…”
Am I worrying too much?
Her intuition was never wrong.
The closer one is to her, the more they can feel the subtle changes in her mood.
But this time, is it because I am too concerned, or is it because my mentality has changed, resulting in inaccurate intuitive judgment?
There was no falseness in the worried look in front of him, and he didn't smell any stench of hypocrisy coming from the bottom of his heart.
Refreshing and pure.
It's like flawless and perfect porcelain jade with icy skin and bones.
The goddess stared at You gloomily for a while, until You's hands and feet began to feel numb. Then she lightly and calmly withdrew her gaze and glanced at the drawer of the dressing table.
...If the variables of this matter were not too great and beyond her own control, she would not want to hide her worries.
The boy who had been with her for so many years, even if he was a cold-blooded animal with a cold heart, would have a little tender emotion towards him.
The goddess closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the fog in her pupils, which had become increasingly dark and gloomy, had slowly cleared up, and she looked as if she was in a very good mood and gentle.
That feeling of a benevolent god returned.
You watched the goddess's red lips opening and closing, uttering a few words.
"Whether the betrayer is a human or an animal, they are all living creatures. If they ever break the rules, I will personally deal with them..."
She looked in the mirror and her pupils moved, turning to the worried face.
"Will you blame me?"
Through the blurry mirror, You had an inexplicable feeling that the goddess didn't seem to think about whether he would betray her, so when she reminded him, she would subconsciously exclude him.
Because this matter was so insignificant that it couldn't even be called a "matter," the pent-up anger in my heart quietly dissipated.
"Of course, sister, no matter what you did, I won't blame you."
You bent down.
For once, he no longer appeared moody and scheming. Instead, he seemed like soft, fluffy white cotton, his entire being, from head to toe, even down to the very hair, had become visibly docile.
Completely obedient.
Like it's never been curled.
The goddess's depressed mind relaxed. The smell of incense in the room was about to become strong, and she didn't want anyone other than herself to stay here at this late hour.
Therefore, without waiting for You to say anything, the goddess raised her hand.
"If there is nothing else, please leave."
You, who didn't want to reveal his whereabouts at the moment, nodded, straightened up, raised his hand to lift the bead curtain, and closed the door after stepping out of the top pavilion.
After a brief, soft knock on the wooden door, the room fell silent again.
In the air, the sound of dust settling to the ground seemed to be mixed with the sound of breathing and could be heard by the ears.
The goddess calmed down, raised her hand again to pick up the key, took out the letters in the dressing mirror, and very familiarly put the last one to the top and pulled out the letter inside.
The ink written inside has turned yellow.
The time written at the bottom of the letter page is three years ago.
Because they were worried that she would get used to everything in Donglan and would have trouble acclimatizing when she returned to her hometown, they gave her a lot of instructions.
But for someone like her who only uses her patience where it's useful, any amount of advice she gives is just a bunch of nonsense.
Therefore, every time she would unfold the letter, her eyes would skip over the first half and then focus on these two words as if a certain word had been triggered.
"Antidote".
Yes.
Ever since she took the initiative to ask the leader in Donglan to return to her hometown to help them and destroy the country that had broken her heart, she had prepared a broad and open road for herself, a road without many obstacles.
But in order to qualify herself to embark on the "broad road" she dreamed of, she had to do one thing.
That is to get the "antidote".
From the moment she entered the Wu Mi Clan, the sense of surveillance that lingered around her at all times and refused to go away, and which suppressed her mind so much, had already caused her precarious mental defenses to completely collapse.
The thing that can allow her to escape from all directions without missing any surveillance is the "antidote".
Her thoughts paused for a moment, and when they fell on the three words "Jian Shiyun", the goddess's eyes revealed a hint of longing.
Since she came to Wu Mizhong, her original identity has been completely worn away.
And this name that originally belonged to her and was known to everyone was naturally buried in a place where its owner could no longer reach it.
Even You doesn't know her real name.
Everyone knows that she is a goddess, and everyone knows how noble her status is among the Wumi people. Every time they meet her, they respectfully call her "Lady Goddess."
But no matter what kind of person you are, at the beginning, you have a self that belongs only to you and is not contaminated by anything.
The three words "Jian Shiyun" represent her bright, hopeful and loving time.
This is something she can never get no matter how high she climbs among the Wu Mi people.
Now let’s talk about this person whose hands, feet and body are covered in blood.
This original name...
She is completely unworthy of him.
Complete strangers.
This name only represents the time when she had some regrets but no regrets.
Even though many years have passed.
She still remembers it vividly.
“…”
Closing her eyes, she closed the letter and put it back to its original place on the dressing table.
—
The next day.
After dressing up and washing up, it was time for the personal maid to go out shopping or to dress up the goddess.
There was a noisy sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Because the goddess made it clear that the "songs and dances" to be performed in the next two days were very important, so they had to dress up beautifully.
Jiang Nian doesn't think that she has to dress up just because the information is important.
The goddess is so busy preparing for the future chaos and conflicts that even people like the Wing Tribe who have "infinitely many questions" don't want to speculate about what the goddess will do.
At this critical juncture, she will put on makeup and go on stage to "perform".
Not only does it show her strength, but more importantly, the goddess will use cosmetics as her shield on the smokeless battlefield.
Blocking out everything coming from Dong Lan, he tried to see through her tired face the real self wrapped in her beautiful appearance.
In order to see if she had any other thoughts in her mind.
—
Jiang Nian looked at the hourglass on the dressing table and waited until all the maids outside the corridor had left before opening the door.
The reason why her actions today were not so urgent was mostly because this was her first time as a personal maid, and she was not familiar with the style and specifications of clothing that the goddess wore in different occasions.
This time, it was the personal maid who had previously changed the goddess's clothes who did the changing, and she only had to stand by and watch.
Now she was in Zuihualou. Previously, when she was in Youguan Mansion and State Guest House, she always carried a bag with her. This time, she could not carry the bag with her. There was no shoulder bag strap that she could use subconsciously with her right hand, so she could only let it hang at her side.
I feel a little empty and not used to it.
While waiting for the winch to reach the third floor, Jiang Nian immediately became concerned about the mezzanine floor below the top floor.
After all, if she were present, the goddess would definitely not tell her any information that would be beneficial to her actions.
The goddess would only leave the pavilion when invited or visited by guests, otherwise she would usually stay there.
If you want to hear her talk about the plague and the mines, you can only eavesdrop when the goddess doesn't notice her.
But from what has happened so far, the only places she can hide are the compartment and the floor mezzanine.
Compared to the possibility of being discovered by the personal maid who comes to clean the cubicle, the chance of being discovered in the floor mezzanine is smaller.
Thinking about the mezzanine floor, Jiang Nian went down to the first floor. Relying on his memory from the blueprint, he first went up the stairs to the second floor, and then took the winch that was used for the personal maid to go up and down to the fifth floor.
—
In the top pavilion, some personal maids were already busy coming in and out.
Normally, if someone wants to talk to the goddess or meet her, they need to go through a series of complicated operations through a maid who will deliver the message, and finally they can meet her or go home according to the goddess's wishes.
But today is different.
Because the goddess attached great importance to the "dance performance", the bead curtain outside the top pavilion was hooked up by someone using ornaments and stuck in the wall nearby.
The strong scent of rouge and powder hits you in the face, and the thick texture seems to tell you how expensive the raw materials used to make these rouge and powder are without having to deliberately identify them.
Jiang Nian stood outside the door of the pavilion for a while, and only entered the pavilion after the personal maids stopped coming in and out.
The goddess was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, closing her eyes and letting her personal maid gently apply makeup to the ends of her eyes with a brush, carefully outlining the graceful curve of her inner eyeliner.
Then, by bringing the two together and lifting the pen slightly, they form a sealed triangle.
After applying the colors corresponding to the theme of "singing and dancing", the goddess finally opened her eyes and saw Jiang Nian's figure through the dressing mirror.
Glancing at the girl who had occasionally exchanged glances with her brother at Zhuyu Pavilion, the goddess curled her lips slightly, raised her hand to ask the busy personal maids around her to stop their tasks and turn their eyes to Jiang Nian.
Clearly feeling the eye contact coming from all directions, which was so eye-catching that it seemed to be real, Jiang Nian immediately softened her brows and bowed slightly to her, just like the other personal maids did to her.
Before Jiang Nian could speak, the goddess in front of him spoke slowly.
"Little hamster, are you satisfied with the food here?"
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