Lin Yajun continued her dream. This time, she dreamt that she was in ancient times, and a group of masked men suddenly broke into the room. They were holding sharp blades, and their goal was obviously to kill Zhao Canchen.
Lin Yajun was extremely anxious to save Zhao Canchen; if he died, everyone in the Lin family would die.
Lin Yajun quickly pulled out a gun and fired at the masked man, only to find that the gun was empty!
Seeing that Zhao Canchen was about to die, Lin Yajun was extremely anxious. She rushed forward without thinking and used her body to block the masked man's attack, shouting, "Let him go!"
The masked men thrust all their swords at her...
Lin Yajun was startled awake by the terrifying dream. Her heart was pounding and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She composed herself and realized that it was already getting light. So she sat up, lifted the brocade curtain, and prepared to fetch some water to drink.
At that moment, her gaze suddenly fell on the foot of the bed, where there was a tattered cloth bag. This thing did not belong to her at all, and the maids and servants would not put such a thing on her bed.
"What is that?" Lin Yajun's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down her spine. Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the cloth bag, her heart filled with fear and confusion.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her brows furrowed, deep in thought about what had happened last night.
She thought the strange noise last night was caused by mice, but now she realizes that the sound didn't seem to come from mice at all, but rather from someone who had come into the house.
The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed, and a sense of fear crept into her heart. Who could have broken into her room in the middle of the night? And why had this person left a bag by her bedside?
After much hesitation, she finally mustered the courage to investigate. She cautiously leaned out and reached for the mysterious bag.
When Lin Yajun's hand touched the cloth bag, she could clearly feel its weight; it was heavy, as if it contained many iron blocks.
She took a deep breath, untied the rope from the bag, and gently unfolded it. When she peered inside, the sight before her completely stunned her—the bag was filled with gold nuggets!
The gold nuggets gleamed dazzlingly in the dim light, almost blinding her. She stared wide-eyed at this unexpected fortune, her mind filled with doubt and bewilderment.
"Who would send me so much gold?" she wondered to herself. "Why would they send it to me?"
Just as Lin Yajun was racking her brains trying to figure it out, a light footstep sound came, interrupting her thoughts.
Lin Yajun suddenly raised her head, her gaze quickly sweeping across the room before finally landing on the window.
She saw Qiaoqing passing by the window, and just as Qiaoqing was about to reach the door, she reached out to push the door open and enter the house.
Before anyone could think, Lin Yajun quickly stored the gold nugget into her spatial storage.
Just as Lin Yajun finished all this, Qiaoqing pushed open the door and entered the room. Her gaze swept around the room before finally landing on Lin Yajun, who was sitting on the bed.
Qiaoqing was somewhat surprised that Lin Yajun had woken up so early and was sitting on the bed; a look of surprise appeared on her face.
She quickly bowed to Lin Yajun and said softly, "Miss, you got up very early today."
"I just woke up," Lin Yajun said with a smile.
Qiaoqing brought over a glass of water and gave Lin Yajun a few sips, then asked softly, "Miss, would you like to take a nap?"
"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Lin Yajun shook her head, lifted the covers and tried to get out of bed. "I went to bed early last night, so I got up early today. I was thinking of getting up early today to go to the front yard to pay my respects to my parents."
Ever since Lin Yajun injured her forehead, Madam Xu had been particularly worried about her health and specifically instructed her to rest more and not to get up early to pay her respects. Lin Yajun knew that her mother was concerned about her, so she had been very obedient during this time and had not gotten up early.
After several days of recuperation, Lin Yajun's injuries have almost completely healed. She not only took the anti-inflammatory medication on time, but also applied ointment to the wound. Now, the wound on her forehead has basically healed, leaving only a faint scar.
To make the scar disappear as soon as possible, Lin Yajun applies a special scar treatment ointment every morning and evening. If she persists in using it for one or two months, the scar will completely heal without leaving any trace.
"Yes, Miss, then I'll help you get up." Qiaoqing stepped forward and gently hung up the bed curtains. Then, she carefully helped Lin Yajun get up, putting on her clothes and shoes.
At this moment, Granny Feng strode into the room and immediately saw the young lady who had already gotten up. She first bowed, then turned around and hurriedly walked outside, picked up the wooden bucket placed to the side, and rushed towards the kitchen to fetch a bucket of hot water for the young lady to wash up.
Lin Yajun slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down. Seeing this, Qiaoqing quickly stepped forward, picked up a wooden comb, and gently combed her mistress's cascading long hair.
Lin Yajun's gaze, however, drifted through the window to the distance. Her mind was preoccupied with the gold nugget that had suddenly appeared in the room. Who had sent it? And what was its deeper meaning?
Lin Yajun secretly wondered, "Could it be because I saved Zhao Canchen that someone specially sent this gold as a token of gratitude?"
"Unlikely." She quickly dismissed the idea. After all, her father had saved Lin Canchen many times but had never received such a generous reward.
After much thought, Lin Yajun still couldn't understand the reason behind it.
However, since the other party sent such an expensive gift, they must value Zhao Canchen very much.
Lin Yajun made her own decision: "I must treat Young Master Zhao better from now on. He was even cursed by that bitch Ren Chuanhe while protecting me. He used a scheme to get rid of Ren Chuanhe, and it's even possible that the Ren family was destroyed because of him."
Only after the General's Mansion was destroyed and Ren Guiwang was killed could Lin Yajun finally get rid of this big trouble and regain her freedom.
Qiaoqing combed the young lady's long hair and secured it with a silver hairpin.
After washing up, Lin Yajun changed into a light blue dress. Once everything was ready, she walked lightly along the inner corridor to the front yard to greet her parents.
When she stepped into the front yard, her relaxed mood was instantly shattered by the scene before her eyes—her mother, Madam Xu, was standing in the corridor, crying sadly, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.
Lin Yajun's heart tightened suddenly. Without thinking, she quickened her pace and asked with concern, "Mother, what's wrong? What happened?"
Before Madam Xu could speak, Lin Songhao, unable to contain his anger, blurted out, "Sister, our rice shop has been sold by Uncle and Aunt! They are so shameless, seizing the shop that originally belonged to our family!"
Xu cried, "That shop is our family's only source of income. Now that we've lost it, what will we do?" The Lin family has more than ten people to feed, and the servants also need to be paid their monthly wages.
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