Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Chapter 104: A Chance

The rain in April was still freezing. Though clad in thin summer clothes, Chuan Qiong seemed to feel hotter and hotter as his face turned as crimson as a cooked shrimp.

“You...You... It’s you who gave me the wrong letter at first!”

Chuan Qiong wiped the sweat off his face. He insisted that it was her fault.

With her eyes wide open, An Rushuang snorted and showed no weakness at all. “If you hadn’t burned my letter, how come I would guard against you! As shameless as you are, you are surely not a man of noble character.” There was still a glamorous smile on her face.

Despite her eloquence, Chuan Qiong retorted coldly, “I suddenly remembered that if I hadn’t noticed there was something wrong with the letter, why would I intend to burn this letter out of anger?”

With a sneer, An Rushuang observed the semicircular dark hole on the letter carefully as she drawled, “If you didn’t plan to ruin this letter, how come you would know the content? What’s more, since it’s written to Luo Qu, why would you read it instead?!”

Chuan Qiong was completely subdued by her powerful aura.

An Qingrong couldn’t help feeling headache. Since he wanted to offend neither of them, he had to comfort each party at times respectively. He never expected that both of them actually ignored him directly. “Enough! Behave yourselves!” He couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted at the top of his lung all of a sudden.

An Rushuang caught a glimpse of An Qingrong. Given his darkening and serious face, she finally stopped talking.

Chuan Qiong also looked up at him, a gleam of fear skimming across his eyes. “It’s she who changed the letter at first...” He still murmured in anger, his chin raised high.

It was until An Qingrong shot him a piercing stare that he finally stopped talking even his face still full of rage.

When Mr.Gu lost his temper, Chuan Qiong still felt scared.

All of them fell into silence in the rain.

An Qingrong took out the letter and handed it to Chuan Qiong. “Chuan Qiong, this is the real one. Give it to Luo Qu.”

His finger trembled slightly as he took the letter, which seemed to him as heavy as a huge mountain. His heartbeat even quickened accordingly.

He clenched the letter and turned to him with his slightly bloodshot eyes. “Don’t you fear that I will burn it again?”

An Qingrong glanced at him before saying unhurriedly, “Since she has said it’s Mr. Bian Wen’s last words, it means that he doesn’t have much chance to survive. If he has died already, it doesn’t matter whether you give it to Luo Qu or not. Death is the end of everything after all.”

An Rushuang’s face turned a little pale, while Ye Chengzhi was also full of sorrow. Neither of them noticed Chuan Qiong’s suddenly shiver in the cold rain. Staring at the sealed letter, he remembered Bian Wen’s letter to An Rushuang, his eyes turning a bit red.

When An Rushuang regained her consciousness, Chuan Qiong had rushed into the rain directly without holding the umbrella.

Gazing at his figure, Ye Chengzhi murmured, “Will he really burn the letter?”

He was very worried about his master.

“He won’t this time, but before giving it to Luo Qu, he is very likely to speak ill of Mr. Bian Wen,” An Rushuang curled her lips slightly.

She looked down again at her palm. The hole at the corner of the letter was very small, while the hole on Chuan Qiong’s clothes was much bigger. Perhaps, he didn’t see it at all, or how come he would embarrass himself to her face?

“What a pity!” Holding the letter in her hand, she said with a chuckle.

An Qingrong pulled her to a higher stair. “Stand much higher. Or your shoes will get wet.”

An Rushuang responded and went upward holding her dress. As the rain kept falling, a small pool had been formed at the entrance. It was unknown how deep the water was. The rippling water almost covered the threshold and was about to flow into the yard.

Ye Chengzhi originally intended to remind the man to keep a distance from An Rushuang. He couldn’t help feeling confused that the lady actually didn’t care about it at all. He kept his head lowered and was lost in thought. An Rushuang asked him to stand at a higher place, in case his clothes would be soaked.

After about fifteen minutes, there suddenly came a flurry of clicks, but they could see nothing in the heavy rain. When the sound came nearer, they finally realized something, thus trying their best to hold back their chuckle.

The person coming up was too short to be spotted.

Merely as tall as an arm, the kid was wearing a straw rain cape and a big bamboo hat which almost covered his whole body. The soaked getas on his feet made him much taller. The clicks they heard just then was exactly his footsteps.

It must be Grandma Gu who asked him to dress like this in case he couldn’t hold the umbrella given the strong wind.

The kid clicked toward the entrance before trying his best to lift the bamboo hat to reveal his pink face. After glancing at all the people with his grape-like dark eyes, Kong Qing said in his naive voice, “Brother Gu, Grandma Gu asked me to lead you to the back yard.”

With his lip corners curled slightly, An Qingrong responded and crouched down to ask him, “Do you want to walk back?”

The getas were quite heavy. It was harder to walk in them once they were soaked.

Kong Qing pressed his lips tightly in grievance. Due to the big bamboo hat, it was nearly impossible to observe that he had shaken his head.

With a chuckle, An Qingrong removed the hat directly from Kong Qing’s head, gave it to Ye Chengzhi and carried the little wet guy in his arms. “Let’s go,” he turned around and said to An Rushuang.

Knowing his meaning clearly, Ye Chengzhi handed the umbrella to An Rushuang. Gazing at An Qingrong in doubt, he couldn’t help feeling puzzled, but it did seem very natural that he cared so much about An Rushuang.

The First Pharmacy looked more like a large courtyard than a traditional clinic. It was very surprising that such a large yard actually hid behind the shabby doors.

Though An Rushuang had visited here before, she still couldn’t help gasping in astonishment. A square pond full of sprouting lotus was actually located in the backyard.

She suddenly remembered the Emerald Lake in Bian Wen’s letter.

Bypassing the pond, they found a big chamber in the north. As freezing as the rain was, they all intended to warm themselves in the house.

It was beyond their expectation that as soon as they entered the room, a dreadful coldness enveloped them at once. As if standing on the thick layers of ice, everybody couldn’t help shuddering.