Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 240 - She is Her Own Savior
Chapter 240: Chapter 240 She is Her Own Savior
Chapter 240 -240 She is Her Own Savior
Miao Wuxie stood rigidly in place.
By the time he reacted, the figure in front of him had disappeared, along with the delicate little bun-shaped jade pendant, as if the scene that had just unfolded was an illusion.
“Murong Jiu!”
His breathing was rapid as he rushed outside, eager to find Murong Jiu for an explanation.
However, the Prince Mansion Guards appeared, surrounding him tightly, not allowing him to take a step in the direction he should not go.
“Young Master Miao, this way, please.”
Chang Chonghai gestured towards the direction leading out of the mansion.
Miao Wuxie, seeing the numerous Prince Mansion Guards and the deeply cultivated Chang Chonghai, knew he couldn’t force his way through unless Murong Jiu was willing to see him.
He suppressed the complex thoughts in his heart, took a deep breath, and then said to Chang Chonghai, who was leading the way:
“Please tell my junior sister that there may be many misunderstandings between us, and I would like to see her again to clear them up.”
“I’m sorry, but the Princess Consort has already made it clear. There is no significant affection between her and Young Master Miao, so there is nothing to discuss. If Young Master Miao comes to seek an audience at Prince Mansion again in the future, there will only be two words, ‘no meeting!’ Please do not make it difficult for us, just leave.”
Miao Wuxie clenched his fists tightly but then thought of the malice he had harbored against Murong Jiu before, and couldn’t help feeling somewhat guilty.
As he left Prince Mansion in a daze, he stood on the street for a long time, with the words Murong Jiu had said flashing through his mind.
She had said it was she who had Yin Zhu inform on them, which led to her father capturing her mother.
His father, however, told him that it was Murong Jiu who helped his mother elope with Master Uncle Zhai, and when Yin Zhu discovered this and informed him, he was able to bring his mother back and break off ties with Master Uncle Zhai completely.
Not many days later, his mother hung herself with the iron chains that bound her, in that dark and gloomy little room, and he truly lost his mother.
So how could he not hate Murong Jiu and Master Uncle Zhai?
If not for them leading his mother to elope, perhaps she wouldn’t have committed suicide; instead, they left, ending it all.
Seven years had passed since the incident, and only now did he realize that things were far different from what he had imagined.
He wondered if Yin Zhu hadn’t informed his father, and if his mother had left with Master Uncle Zhai and Murong Jiu, would she still be alive somewhere, living well?
He was unwilling to believe Murong Jiu’s words because, for the two years that followed, it was Yin Zhu who had stayed by his side, helping him through the pain of losing his mother.
To him, Yin Zhu represented redemption.
It wasn’t until he turned around and saw the silver hairpin in Murong Jiu’s hair that he finally began to doubt what Yin Zhu had told him.
That hairpin, he remembered holding it in his hand when he was on the brink of death and losing consciousness.
The small pendant shaped like a bun was still vivid in his memory. Perhaps because he was close to death, he had sentimental feelings for the last object he grasped. When he saw the hairpin today, he recalled the incident that had occurred after he was bitten by a venomous snake.
In his attempt to learn his father’s art of raising Gu, he searched throughout the mountain for poisonous creatures. One day, he found a highly venomous red snake but was bitten on the wrist while trying to catch it.
The poison acted swiftly, and just when he thought he was going to die, a blurred vision of a girl appeared before his clouded eyes.
Without uttering a superfluous word, she immediately came up, used a sharp hairpin to make a cut on his hand, squeezed out the poisoned blood, and then helped him suck out the remaining poison. The pendant clinging to the hairpin swung back and forth, and he subconsciously held it in his hand.
He remembered its touch clearly.
He vaguely saw the girl’s mouth open and close as if she was saying something, which is when he realized he couldn’t see or hear clearly anymore.
The poison had already spread throughout his body, but the sensation of being on the brink of death had vanished, he knew that because the young girl had acted promptly, he had survived.
The girl took the hairpin from his hand, and he instinctively reached out to grab it, but caught only air.
Not long after the girl left, his father arrived, fed him the antidote pill, expelled several mouthfuls of poisoned blood, and he was able to sit up and see again.
“Father, what about that girl just now? Did you see her?”
He had just asked when a girl came over with a pile of herbs, timid and seemingly relieved as she spoke:
“You’re awake? I went to gather herbs for you just now, hoping to apply them on your wound. Seeing that you’re alright, I’m relieved.”
That girl was Yin Zhu from seven years ago.
At that time, he felt only gratitude, not realizing anything was amiss.
Later, when he asked Yin Zhu about her bun hairpin, she merely said it was lost while gathering herbs. After he recovered, he even accompanied her up the mountain a few times to search for it, but alas, they found nothing.
Looking back now, Miao Wuxie also remembered the herbs Yin Zhu held in her arms—not actual herbs, but common wild grasses easily found anywhere.
It seemed as though they were hastily gathered.
Miao Wuxie stood motionless on the main street outside the Prince Mansion, his gaze growing colder.
“No.”
He suddenly shook his head, muttering to himself, “How could Yin Zhu deceive me? In those years, she was always by my side, helping me overcome the darkness; it can’t be fake. Maybe Yin Zhu really just picked up the hairpin.”
With that, he abruptly turned and headed towards Prince Rui’s Mansion of The Third Prince.
After leaving the flower hall, Murong Jiu did not return to the back courtyard but went to see the old master.
“Master, did you notice Miao Wuxie laying any Gu in the mansion just now?”
Although she intentionally let Miao Wuxie find out that she was the one who saved him in the past, Miao Wuxie’s character was probably twisted by Divine Doctor Miao. It’s likely that he is rotten to the core and might not have a change of heart.
Thus, before allowing Miao Wuxie to enter the mansion, Murong Jiu sent Hong Yi to inform her master to secretly keep an eye on Miao Wuxie and see if he would plant any Gu in the Prince Mansion.
The master was the nemesis of the Miao family’s Gu poison.
“That little brat did plant a Gu. As soon as he entered the Prince Mansion, he placed the Gu insect on the rockery stone by the entrance. I was afraid of startling him and did not immediately kill the Gu. I worried Miao Wuxie might plant another one. Who knew that before he left, he actually took back the Gu insect? I wonder if he had a change of heart.”
As he spoke, he examined Murong Jiu’s pulse, worried that Miao Wuxie had stealthily poisoned her.
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After a while, he released her wrist. “It seems he really had a change of heart. You’re fine; there’s no sign of foul play.”
Murong Jiu said, “We still can’t let our guard down. He and Uncle Master Miao have come to the Capital, likely to be drawn into the succession strife. And it’s uncertain whether Uncle Master Miao can cure The Third Prince’s hidden ailment.”
Divine Doctor Zhai said, “We can’t let our guard down, but we also don’t need to fear them. Your master is still here. Your master uncle was no match for me back then, and after all these years, he’s still no match for me.”
Murong Jiu smiled and said, “That’s true, Master is unmatched in the world and without equal!”
“You silver-tongued devil!”
When Miao Wuxie returned to Prince Rui’s Mansion, his face no longer showed the previously dazed expression; instead, it bore a faint smile, elegant as jade, smiling at everyone he met.
It was as if he wore an invisible mask, concealing his true emotions deep within his heart.
