bayedsolid Chapter 119 Is the Two-Faced Sister Possessed by an Evil Spirit?
Chapter 119 Is the Two-Faced Sister Possessed by an Evil Spirit?
For a moment, a complex atmosphere permeated the village—a mixture of surprise and trepidation.
Meanwhile, Little Sizi was sitting in the luxurious carriage, looking puzzled, her watery eyes darting around like a little quail just released from its cage, both nervous and curious.
She kept poking at the carriage window with her finger, trying to see the outside world, but the carriage swayed and she was almost thrown out.
Little Sizi's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "My God, did I find a treasure in my past life to deserve this treatment? If I really became a spirit, wouldn't I be captured and treated as a national treasure, studied every day?"
She couldn't help but stare at the wooden tub in front of her, then looked at the luxurious surroundings, and muttered to herself, "If this is really a dream, then I really wish I could stay asleep forever!"
The villagers in the distance were completely dumbfounded as they watched all this.
They stood at the village entrance, their eyes fixed on the carriage that was gradually disappearing into the distance.
Uncle Dazhu clicked his tongue, his face full of surprise and envy: "They really live like gods! We'll probably never see so many good things in our lifetime."
Third Aunt couldn't help but take two steps forward, her eyes wide like saucers. "Who is this little girl? She gets all this treatment! We'll never have this much good stuff in our entire lives..."
Uncle Dazhu patted his trouser leg and waved to everyone:
"Stop looking! The longer you look, the more it hurts. Let's go back and feed the livestock. Stop thinking about these lousy good things. We'll never meet them in this lifetime anyway. What's more important is to keep that Young Master Qiu here to treat our donkey!"
At this moment, Qiu Rongmu rushed over, a gust of sand behind her, her face full of anxiety.
As soon as he saw the carriages disappearing into the distance, he quickly ran after them, shouting, "Wait...wait for me! Little Si, who are they?! Where are they going??"
The villagers watched her, sweating profusely with anxiety, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves:
"What's wrong with Qiu Rongmu? He seems to be trying to squeeze some benefits out of Xiao Si. He was nowhere to be seen when his sister kidnapped her, and now he's in such a hurry?"
Qiu Rongmu was almost catching up with the carriage when she accidentally stepped on some loose stones and flew out like a soccer ball, landing directly in a mud pit.
Young Master Qiu fell to the ground, his shirt covered in mud, just like when he was kicked by a horse the first time he treated it.
His white clothes were stained dark brown, making him look like a lost and clumsy fool who had just crawled out of a mud pit.
Seeing the stares from the surrounding villagers, his face immediately turned as red as a burnt eggplant, and he wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground.
He hurriedly smoothed his clothes with his hand, trying to hide his embarrassment, but the black mud made his face turn even redder.
Just then, the older woman beside her strode over, her face radiating righteous indignation, and disregarded her own disheveled state as she extended her hand:
"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen someone wrestle before?"
As she helped Qiu Gongzi up, she glared at the villagers who were watching, her mouth sharp and unforgiving.
"Brother, are you alright? You fell pretty hard. I hope you didn't break any bones. I'll find some herbs for you when we get back."
Young Master Qiu looked embarrassed, but he didn't need his sister's help. He took Dazhu's hand and stood up, saying in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Dazhu, I'm fine."
His eyes held a hint of helplessness; he didn't know where to look.
After all, that fall was quite severe; it not only damaged her clothes and face, but also almost destroyed her confidence in Xiao Si.
The voice of his older sister, Qiu Haixia, continued to come from behind him, and she even helped him brush the mud off his clothes.
She was wearing a light blue dress, and her hair was tied up in a high bun, which was a little messy from the morning's commotion.
She hurried up to him, her eyes red and swollen, tears still wet on her face, clearly having just experienced some kind of shock.
“Brother, don’t blame me.” Her voice was choked with sobs. “I’m a victim now too. I can’t help you with what I can’t do. Just focus on working at Ninth Master’s house from now on, and don’t worry about those worthless things anymore.”
Looking at her, Qiu Gongzi felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He wanted to say something, but all his words seemed pale and powerless.
“Sister…” He forced a smile, “You know, Xiao Si was entrusted to me by our immortal master, and I can’t let her go.” His voice was full of helplessness. He wanted to sort out the predicament in front of him, but he could not get rid of the troubles in his heart.
Seeing this, Qiu Haixia gently patted his shoulder, her expression tender. "Brother, don't be troubled. We can't change what has already happened. Don't worry about your parents, your older sister is here. Just do your job well at Ninth Master's house. There's still a long way to go, take it one step at a time."
Superficially, the elder sister's words were like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing across Qiu Gongzi's heart, as if trying to dispel the gloom that had accumulated in his heart.
Qiu Haixia's eyes were gentle, and her tone was warm, as if she were offering comforting words like her mother used to.
However, deep in Qiu Gongzi's heart, he could not calm the ripples of unease. Although he remained silent, the forced smile on his lips seemed rather strained.
After all, the scene before him was completely different from the one his sister had been forcibly selling the little rhinoceros for the sake of the land deed yesterday!
As autumn fades, what could possibly cause this young man, who always wears a calm smile and prides himself on being able to handle everything, to deviate so far from the imperial examinations?
Since Qiu Gongzi could remember, there have always been some things that he has found difficult to let go of.
He always felt that his older sister seemed to have two faces, two different people.
Sometimes, she could be as gentle as water, soothing his pain, just like an all-powerful elder sister.
Sometimes—especially this time—she forcefully snatched Xiao Si from his arms, her eyes cold and her voice revealing an undeniable ruthlessness. At that moment, Young Master Qiu almost doubted his own eyes.
"You're such an insensible child." When she said this, her voice was slightly cold, and her eyes seemed to hold an undeniable determination, as if everything she did was for "his own good," but he could never understand her good intentions.
At that time, Young Master Qiu was puzzled as to why his elder sister had become so unfamiliar.
Could this be her other side? The coldness hidden behind her gentleness? The lingering worry in his heart could not be dispelled no matter how much she comforted him.
At this moment, the gentle and tender Qiu Haixia broke free from the devil's vortex, her eyes revealing genuine concern for her younger brother, and her tone was no longer as cold and ruthless as when she kidnapped Xiao Si with a sack earlier that day...