Chapter 46 One more thing, sew your mouth shut.
Inside a certain house.
A young girl in fine clothes paced back and forth in the room, her pretty face flushed and her eyes sparkling. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned to ask the maid behind her.
"Was that person ever found?"
"Miss Wan, he has been captured and brought back. He has been poisoned by the tree and is now under our control."
"Where was it found? Auntie searched everywhere back then, how did it reappear?" Wan Xing sat in front of the dressing table, looking in the mirror and stroking her brows.
"It was found in the Holy Land, with Lord Wan personally taking action."
"The Holy Land?" Wan Xing put the mirror down on the table and turned her head. "How did she get in? Which clansman brought her in?"
"No, it's said that she wandered in by mistake." The maid lowered her head even further.
Wan Xing nearly smashed the mirror in his hand.
Only by gaining the approval of the sacred tree can one enter the holy land alone; otherwise, the labyrinthine paths will only lead one deeper and deeper into darkness!
She can't even enter the holy site alone now, so why should an outsider be able to?
“Heh,” Wan Xing scoffed, placing the mirror back on the table. “Just as Grandma predicted, the most suitable candidate for sacrifice.”
The maid remained silent, took out jewelry and face powder from the dressing box, and began to do the girl's makeup.
Looking at her face, which resembled a light blush of mist, Wan Xing smiled innocently, her voice becoming sweet, "Do you know who that young lord who came to the clan today is?"
"I don't know."
"Tsk." Wan Xing watched as the maid's trembling caused her hair to become disheveled, and slapped her across the face. "The clan is holding a ceremony tonight, so I won't punish you. Send someone else up."
Wanxing was annoyed when her hair, which she was combing halfway through, was messed up, but when she thought of the man who had greeted her today, she felt excited and joyful again.
Someone who is valued so much by the clan must be of extraordinary status. Anyway, with her father and aunt spoiling her so much, it would be a piece of cake for her to marry that man.
——
Mu Jianjian watched expressionlessly as she was dressed in a bright red wedding gown and her makeup and hair began to fall on her.
My body is poisoned; I can't move, and even making a facial expression is so difficult.
This time, we really fell for their trick.
While tears streamed down her face, Mu Jianjian began to recount the entire process of being caught that day.
Thus, the issue once again returned to the strange incense poison.
“Miss, we didn’t mean to hurt you,” the woman with the cold, hard face said, sitting behind Mu Jianjian as she watched two maids apply rouge to her face. “It’s just that you’ve been too disobedient, so we had to take some measures.”
You were the one who hit the hardest just now!
Mu Jianjian cursed inwardly.
"Lord Wan." Suddenly, a maid noticed a bump on the skin behind the girl's face while applying powder. "Look here."
Wan Qinghuan frowned. "Take off her human skin mask."
Upon hearing this, the maid peeled off the top layer of skin and was about to reapply makeup when Wan Qinghuan stood up and touched the back of Mu Jianjian's ear with her right hand.
"I've never seen anyone wear two layers of human skin masks before." As Wan Qinghuan's amused voice fell, Human Skin Mask 2.0 also met its demise.
Mu Jianjian: ...
Damn it! If you're going to pick it, at least don't throw it away, leave it for her!
These aren't just human skin masks to her; they're just a series of disguises!
No matter how turbulent Mu Jianjian's heart was, her face remained expressionless, like a doll.
The two maids beside her were stunned when they saw the girl in red makeup, and even Wan Qinghuan was taken aback.
Her skin was smooth and her face was exquisitely beautiful. In the candlelight beside the table, she looked like a crescent moon with a soft glow, or like snow piled on flowering trees. However, her face, after being poisoned, was as fragile as porcelain.
The wedding dress, made of brocade and trimmed with gold, featured a soft, shimmering crimson veil around the waist, which accentuated the stunning beauty of the young woman, making her resemble a breathtaking sunset.
Mu Jianjian was oblivious to the stunned expressions of those around her; she was still consumed by the agony of not being able to retrieve her disguise, wailing and howling at the system—
"From now on, there will be no more round ones in the world! Only pointy ones will remain, waaaaah..."
System: Okay, stop yelling, it's too noisy.
After the maid reapplied Mu Jianjian's makeup, Wan Qinghuan slowly said, "Listen carefully, tonight at midnight is an important ceremony for our clan, and what you need to do..."
Mu Jianjian: I don't want to listen, you're just talking nonsense.
"It is to be offered as a sacrifice to the Tree God. As the person chosen by our clan's God of Fate, you only need to stay in the Holy Land for ten years. During this time, our clan will not mistreat you. Moreover, the Holy Land is rich in true energy, which is excellent for your cultivation."
“But since you have shown disrespect to the sacred tree today by breaking a branch, you shall be imprisoned for an additional ten years.”
Mu Jianjian was speechless.
The world will be destroyed a hundred years from now, and you're still worrying about ten or twenty years from now? What's the point?
A thousand words in my mind converged into a slight nod after being manipulated.
Wan Qinghuan looked at the girl he was controlling and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Although she felt guilty, seeing the sacred tree decaying and her people becoming increasingly alienated, she could only believe in the choice of Granny Si Ming to do such a thing.
“She was carried to the front hall in a red sedan chair.”
——
A young girl dressed in red sat quietly in a red sedan chair carried by four men. Her face, radiant and exquisite beneath her veil, was expressionless. Even her breathing seemed to be calculated, with a synchronized frequency.
Mu Jianjian knew that before that ridiculous ceremony began, it was her last chance to escape.
She tried her best to direct her energy towards a single point, and the backflow of toxins made her face turn whiter and whiter, but she still did not stop.
Finally, the slender finger beneath the red veil trembled slightly.
"Hello, Miss Wan."
On the road beside the red sedan chair, a woman in pink followed quickly behind a man in white. When she heard the sedan chair bearers calling her, a smug look flashed in her eyes, but her tone was innocent and carefree, "Young master, please wait for me, my father really needs to see you."
Chi Wenqing turned around, his gaze sweeping over the red sedan chair as it receded into the distance, suppressing the stirrings in his heart.
He looked at the person in front of him with rosy cheeks. Even though there was a smile on his lips, his deep eyes remained calm. "What is it?"
"My father asked if we could join the banquet after you finish your business?" Wan Xing heard the man's clear and gentle voice, which sounded almost like a coquettish plea.
"No need, please thank the clan chief for my kindness." Chi Wenqing was impatient.
My junior sister's smiling face flashed through my mind again. It had been a few days since I last saw her. I wondered if Jianjian's injury had healed.
“But we really…” Wan Xing had been pampered in the clan since childhood. After being rejected for the first time, her face turned pale and her tone was anxious and aggrieved.
Chi Wenqing's patience ran out, and his elegant smile was completely at odds with the words he uttered.
"You're too noisy. Say one more word and I'll sew your mouth shut."
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