Chapter 105: Was She Dead Already?
An Rushuang looked back at her elder brother in a slight shiver. With Kong Qing in his arms, he nodded almost imperceptibly to An Rushuang at the entrance.
Besides her, Ye Chengzhi’s lips also turned pale in coldness. He just persisted for several seconds and could barely stand up without holding the pillars beside. It was reasonable enough for him to tremble that heavily.
Before he was soaked by the rain, An Rushuang just poured a basin of cold water on his body.
It was indeed a basin of freezing cold water.
With the coldness keeping rising from his feet, he was nearly frozen.
An Rushuang’s dress at her back was also wet. Though wrapped by a cloak, she felt that the coldness rose from her back to the top of her head, and then flowed down to her limbs, making her want to run back to her warm home at the moment.
However, she calmly turned around to Ye Chengzhi in heavy tremble before saying slowly, “Mr. Ye, wait for me outside. I will tell you the truth later.”
With the water dripping from his body, Ye Chengzhi was almost frozen. “No... I... I will go...with you...” he stuttered, his teeth striking against each other.
He edged forward as a dying old man.
An Rushuang sighed to herself. “Then you can follow me slowly.”
She started to stride ahead. It was evident that the more slowly she walked, the more quickly the coldness would encroach on her body. She might as well walk in big stride. Maybe she could feel a little warmer instead.
There was nothing to enjoy in the hall except for its emptiness.
Without tables, chairs, screens, or some plants for decoration, piles of black cases actually found their way here. They occupied so much spaces where the tables and chairs should be set. As heavy as they were, their dark surfaces didn’t shine at all in such a rainy day, which seemed very creepy and suffocating.
An Rushuang frowned, a strange trace of sadness rising from her heart. She walked through the small doors and entered the inner room.
Before getting in, she turned around and found Ye Chengzhi was still edging forward in shudder.
An Rushuang stepped into the room quickly.
There was only a shabby wooden bed in the bedroom. A woman was lying on it without taking off her clothes, and nanny Gu she had met last time was sitting on the bed motionlessly like a puppet.
Staying at this dim windowless room, everybody would surely feel depressed.
There was merely a weak light on the little desk beside nanny Gu. Even the mildest breeze would almost blow the candlelight out.
With the assistance of the faint light, An Rushuang saw the bricks on the ground flash a cold and clear light like a sharp dagger.
She squatted down to touch them with her hands. A piercing coldness rushed into her body through her palm, making her shudder slightly. She rose to her feet slowly.
As weird as the house was, they had detected the thrilling coldness as soon as they entered the chamber. An Rushuang never expected that it was from here where the coldness was produced.
Knowing her intention, Grandma Gu raised her eyes before suggesting unhurriedly, “It’s slippery in the rainy day. Watch out your steps.”
It was the freezing coldness they should be careful with rather than minding their steps in rainy days. An Rushuang said to herself with a frown.
Because the ground was covered by a layer of ice bricks.
Who would set ices at bedroom?
Frowning at the woman on the bed, An Rushuang was more and more convinced that she was as lifeless as a corpse. With that thought, she all of sudden felt her heart sunk in a stronger coldness, which almost made her frozen.
Standing at the entrance, she heard the faint footsteps from behind. An Rushuang knew it must be Ye Chengzhi.
Without looking back, she turned to Grandma Gu and asked softly after taking a deep breath, “Hasn’t Master Luo Qu gotten up yet? How about that I wait outside for a while?”
Her voice seemed very peaceful, but she knew it clearly that she did utter those words in great fear and panic.
She feared that Grandma Gu would refuse. Besides Bian Wen,Ye Chengzhi, and she, there were many other people who couldn’t afford to hear such words.
Grandma Gu caught a glimpse of An Rushuang. She wanted to relax, but turned more nervous instead. She had no choice but to clench her fists and straighten herself up.
Grandma Gu’s hoarse voice reached her ears like the cold wind in deep winter, totally unfit for her pretty face.
“Was it really written by Bian Wen?”
An Rushuang cast her eyes to her hand. With the assistance of the dim light, she could discern the white letter. Chuan Qiong indeed gave Bian Wen’s last words to her.
She nodded at once without any hesitation and answered sincerely, “It was written by Mr. Bian Wen indeed.”
Just after she finished speaking, there suddenly came a man’s voice whose teeth still kept striking against each other, “I, I can promise! This, this letter, was indeed written by my master!”
Glancing at him who, such a tall man, had huddled like a shrimp, Grandma Gu snorted in contempt and murmured, “None of Bian Wen’s disciples are capable enough.”
She then returned to An Rushuang and noticed her smartness at once. Bian Wen actually gave her the silver needles. What an insidious man!
With another snort, Grandma Gu turned to the woman lying on the bed. “Master, they are here already.”
With her eyes still closed tightly, it was after a moment that the woman finally moved her cherry lips and said softly, “Then let them come up.” She outstretched her hand. With her large gauze sleeves sliding down, a snowy arm was revealed.
Grandma Gu held her wrist in a hurry and helped her sit up. It was until she sat firmly on the bed that Grandma Gu turned around and shouted to An Rushuang and Ye Chengzhi, “Come and pay respect to my master.”
An Rushuang approached her bed slowly as she observed her appearance in the dim light. With her eyes wide open, she was completely astonished.
It was a drop-dead woman with a graceful temperament. You couldn’t observe a trace of wrinkle on her face. Her neck was snowy and slender. With a slight smile, she sat there in total peace.
She actually seemed to be a teenage girl.
Though Grandma Gu also looked young, this girl seemed even too young to be Grandma Gu’s daughter!
More surprised, Ye Chengzhi pointed to the woman with the trembling finger as he stuttered, “Is... she Luo Qu?”
How could it be possible? Shouldn’t Luo Qu be an old lady?
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