Mistress, I Was Wrong

Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Qian Wanyu noticed that her mother had a dreamy smile on her face whenever she talked about Lance, as if she were a young girl who had just fallen in love.

She had always seen her mother as cold and distant, and the mention of her father had been rare, leading her to believe that the marriage was likely a passive or reluctant choice.

She didn't dwell on it any further.

Now, after hearing the story of how her parents met from the mouth of the law, she realized it wasn't the case.

Her parents had also fallen in love with each other, which led to her existence.

That was wonderful.

Qian Yiling's life should have been smooth sailing, but ever since she lost her elder brother and emerged from the Dragon Valley, her good fortune seemed to have run out.

Especially with the daily onslaught of deathly energy, a strange key had taken away much of her beauty, and from the moment it covered her face, it had tormented her day and night.

In her most desperate times, she unexpectedly encountered Lance again.

Lance took her back to the Night Fox clan to care for her, always staying by her side during her episodes.

Dongfang Minghui felt a pang of sadness, realizing that Qian Mama must have fallen in love with someone who cared for her during the hardest times of her life.

"You were with Father, so why did you separate later?"

Qian Wanyu asked, confused.

Shouldn't two people in love always stick together?

She wished Ninth Sister would never leave her side, wanting to take her wherever she went.

Dongfang Minghui began to understand that the head of the Qian family had little time left, and Qian Mama had lost Uncle Wood.

Naturally, she wanted to find a way back to the Qian family, but unexpected events had occurred afterward…

"At that time, I didn't know I was pregnant with you, and I was worried about matters at home…"

Qian Yiling felt confused just thinking about it.

She had already made a promise with Lance, but—

Qian Wanyu noticed her mother had stopped speaking and didn't urge her on, instead playing with Ninth Sister's hand.

Dongfang Minghui sighed silently.

No matter how big the issue was, returning to the Qian family was always the right thing to do.

Yet, Qian Mama, who was so eager to return, had entrusted Seventh Sister to the Dongfang family after giving birth and had not appeared since, leaving the Qian family to assume both she and Uncle Wood were missing.

"On my way back, I encountered a group of men in black. They came after me and wanted to get the key to the Dragon Valley from me. Strangely, they seemed to be everywhere and could always find me."

At that time, Qian Yiling had just discovered she was pregnant and didn't dare to confront them.

Coupled with the frequent attacks of the Dragon Valley, she had to hide everywhere, which was exhausting.

"Fortunately, I ran into Madam Dongfang, who saved me on her way back from visiting her family."

Qian Yiling's beautiful eyes turned to Dongfang Minghui.

"Little Nine, this Madam I mentioned is your mother."

Dongfang Minghui's eyes widened in surprise.

She had only heard about this past during casual chats with Aunt Mo and had found it quite intriguing.

If Qian Mama knew her mother, then why hadn't she recognized Seventh Sister?

As this thought crossed her mind, Dongfang Minghui's body stiffened, and memories belonging to the original owner surged back into her mind.

"Your Seventh Sister lives in a very remote place. Why would you go to her little courtyard? You should spend more time with your mother."

"Mother doesn't understand why you want to provoke her. Your Fourth Sister has already said that your Seventh Sister should reflect on her actions in the courtyard. You should also stay in the courtyard to recuperate."

"You are the most favored by your father in the household; we should be magnanimous."

Dongfang Minghui had a vague feeling that Second Madam Qin knew about Seventh Sister but pretended not to.

"Ninth Sister?"

"Ah."

Dongfang Minghui stared blankly at Seventh Sister, and memories that didn't belong to her played out like a movie in her mind.

Every word that Madam Qin had said to her now seemed to carry deeper meaning upon reflection.

Madam Qin's subtle warnings to avoid the remote courtyard were meant to prevent her from causing trouble for Seventh Sister; her advice to be magnanimous was to encourage her not to hold grudges.

But the original owner of this body was a narrow-minded young lady who couldn't tolerate anyone's arrogance.

"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"

Dongfang Minghui met the worried gazes of Seventh Sister and Qian Mama but could only shake her head, unsure of what to say.

She lamented why she couldn't have arrived earlier, so Seventh Sister could have suffered less.

Qian Yiling realized she had misspoken, bringing up something that shouldn't have been mentioned.

The Dongfang family had already perished, and Second Madam Qin was missing; she had forgotten about it.

"Mother, it's getting late. We should rest first. When dawn breaks, we can continue our journey."

"Alright, I'll follow Yu'er’s arrangements."

Qian Wanyu led them aside and softly comforted, "Second Madam is a person of good fortune; she will surely be fine."

Dongfang Minghui shook her head.

She wasn't upset because of Madam Qin; rather, she felt a chill in her heart knowing that the Second Madam was aware of who Seventh Sister was yet chose to merely observe from the sidelines.

She understood that her mother had to keep a low profile to conceal her identity as a member of the Longevity clan, but—

She tightly embraced Seventh Sister, almost greedily savoring the warmth of the hug.

"Seventh Sister, I will treat you well from now on."

Very well, indeed.

However, Qian Wanyu suddenly took a step back, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Ninth Sister, are you hiding something from me?"

Dongfang Minghui's round eyes widened in surprise, her reaction sharp.

"Seventh Sister, don't try to corner me. I can't handle your intimidation. I'm already feeling sad, and now you suspect me? That would make me— even sadder."

Hmph.

Seeing her puffed-up expression, Qian Wanyu felt quite pleased and gently pinched her cheek.

"Look at you, full of spirit. You don't seem angry at all."

Dongfang Minghui gritted her teeth in frustration, secretly grinding them.

How had she not realized before that Seventh Sister had such a mischievous side, finding joy in teasing her?

Noticing that she genuinely looked like she might explode with anger, Qian Wanyu quickly pulled her back into an embrace.

"Alright, alright, I was just playing with you. Let's enjoy tonight; Mother has no objections to us anymore."

Dongfang Minghui thought about it and indeed felt it was worth celebrating.

She had expected a prolonged tug-of-war with Qian Mama, but to her surprise, after just a month or two, she had accepted it so readily.

Truly, a broad-minded good mother.

"Seventh Sister, I want to ask you something."

Dongfang Minghui, using the moonlight, met Seventh Sister's deep gaze.

Although she couldn't see clearly in the backlight, she inexplicably felt that Seventh Sister's eyes were filled with affection for her.

In this life, having a beloved partner was all she could ask for.

"What is it?"

"That day in the cave, you told Qian Mama that you would marry me. Is that true?"

Dongfang Minghui asked shyly.

Aside from Seventh Sister, there were probably very few people in the world who could say such words with such confidence.

Qian Wanyu's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Of course."

"Oh."

"Oh? Is that all?"

Qian Wanyu had been eagerly anticipating Ninth Sister to say something more, but instead, she received a nonchalant response, as if it were inconsequential.

Her eyes darkened slightly, narrowing as she pulled Dongfang Minghui closer, their breaths mingling.

Just being near her made her heart race.

"Is that really all?"

Dongfang Minghui stifled a laugh, tightly pursing her lips and shaking her head.

Qian Wanyu's expression turned serious as she leaned down and bit her neck hard.

"Ah—" Dongfang Minghui shrank her neck.

Just as she was about to cry out in pain, Qian Wanyu released her and said softly, "I have some matters to arrange. Ninth Sister, you should rest well."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Dongfang Minghui pouted, watching her retreating figure, her hand touching her neck.

Thankfully, there was no blood.

"Seventh Sister is so petty; she must be angry."

"You made her run off; you won't find a better wife than her."

Little Colour, having been forced to consume a truckload of dog food, sighed.

It had been living in this world for quite some time, yet it still hadn't found a suitable furnace for itself.

"Sigh."

Dongfang Minghui smiled happily, realizing that Seventh Sister's pettiness was likely because she thought she didn't care, which led her to sulk alone.

"Sigh."

The human and the magical plant sighed in unison, surprisingly in agreement.

"Since Seventh Sister has spoken, I need to think about when to go to Qian Mama to present the betrothal gifts and bring Seventh Sister home."

Dongfang Minghui felt troubled.

Betrothal gifts had to be prepared thoroughly, but no one had told her what to prepare.

"Little Colour, what do you think Seventh Sister would want as a betrothal gift? No, I should ask what kind of gift would be worthy of Seventh Sister?"

Little Colour swayed its vine seedling.

"Can betrothal gifts be eaten?"

Dongfang Minghui rolled her eyes.

Betrothal gifts couldn't be eaten, but they could buy many things.

"Sigh, wait a moment."

It seemed she still owed Seventh Sister over a million spirit stones…

How could she prepare betrothal gifts when she was currently a bona fide pauper, with not a single spirit stone to her name?

"Sigh, if I want to marry Seventh Sister, I need to find a way to earn some spirit stones."

Little Colour asked sneakily, "How do you plan to earn them?"

"Not very realistic."

They were currently heading toward the Dragon Clan's territory.

Unless they encountered some rare and peculiar treasures along the way, like precious medicinal plants or heavenly materials, it would be difficult.

If they could catch some, it would count as part of the betrothal gifts.

After all, being able to help Seventh Sister enhance her spiritual power would also be a good thing.

However, aside from having some impressive medicinal plants, there should be other things as well.

Dongfang Minghui racked her brain, her worried expression turning into a bitter one, unable to help but sigh inwardly, getting married is truly not easy.

But who could blame her for being so good?

If it weren't for the predetermined nature of this world, nothing would be worthy of Seventh sister.

"Sigh."

"I've heard you sighing dozens of times now. What are you worried about?"

A sudden voice came from above, startling Dongfang Minghui, making her jump.

She saw Toothless and Little Fatty, who also sighed.

"It's adult matters; you wouldn't understand. When did you get up there? I didn't see you before."

Little Fatty tilted his head, "Ah."

Toothless jumped down and set Little Fatty on the ground, then watched as the little creature ran towards Dongfang Minghui with his short legs.

Toothless cursed inwardly, thinking of the ungrateful little wolf.

After cursing, she suddenly remembered hearing Qian Wanyu say something similar about her before; the tides had turned, and now it was her turn.

"Speak up, what are you troubled about? It can't be about that terrain map, can it?"

"Of course not."

After saying this, Dongfang Minghui felt she had answered too matter-of-factly, as she trusted Seventh sister's abilities too much.

If Seventh sister said not to worry, then she truly didn't worry.

"Sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Toothless was so angry she wanted to bite her, but then she noticed the marks on her neck and stepped closer, becoming more certain.

"What bit you on your neck? Look, it's all red and swollen. You're not a pharmacist; why didn't you apply medicine to yourself?"

At first, Dongfang Minghui didn't understand, but then she wished she could dig a hole and hide.

"It's nothing; it will be fine in a few days."

Later, after Leen finished his training, he asked the same question without changing his tone.

Seventh sister was nearby, teasingly smiling, looking in a very good mood.

The group set off again, totaling less than fifteen people.

There were three from the Night Fox clan, accompanying them.

Dongfang Minghui initially thought that the person named Lahan would chatter away with them, but the three were surprisingly quiet, obediently walking at the back, which was unexpectedly silent.

The members of the Night Fox clan were all exceptionally beautiful, exuding an innate charm.

Thus, Dongfang Minghui frequently glanced at the three of them.

She had seen Lahan before; she was very pretty but had an androgynous look, especially when she spoke with a certain intensity.

The other was a woman who had been in the tent with them; she was tall and slender, with delicate features, and her pair of phoenix eyes were long and slightly upturned.

Just a glance seemed to draw one into the depths of her striking blue eyes.

Qian Wanyu was leading the way ahead and noticed Ninth Sister frequently lost in thought, her tense expression looking even more severe.

Leen reached out several times to support her.

"Shaman?"

Dongfang Minghui felt embarrassed, especially for staring at a girl for so long, but she still wanted to take another look.

"It's strange; I'm not someone who usually cares about appearances, so why do I keep—"

Her voice was soft, but Leen heard her.

"Shaman, this woman has a special ability that makes people unconsciously do things against their own will."

Leen had fought with this woman before, and just by staring into those eyes, he had momentarily lost focus during the duel.

In a battle, every breath counts, let alone when he was distracted.

After that, Leen became vigilant, trying not to look into her eyes even when facing the others.

"I see."

Dongfang Minghui listened to Leen's words, feeling as if she had encountered a real seductress.

However, the eyes of the Night Fox clan were indeed special, and if the other party practiced charm techniques, a careless glance could lead to trouble.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Minghui hurried to the front, walking alongside Qian Wanyu.

Qian Wanyu glanced at her coldly, letting out a snort.

"Seventh sister."

Dongfang Minghui cleverly reached out, tugging at Seventh sister's hand, only to be ruthlessly shaken off.

After hesitating for a while, considering that everyone was watching, she felt too embarrassed to reach out again and moved a bit away from Seventh sister, as if trying to maintain a certain distance.

Qian Wanyu initially wanted to teach her a lesson, especially since Ninth Sister had just stared at someone else for so long that it nearly drove her mad.

However, after waiting for a long time, she saw the other party not reaching out again, and Ninth Sister even took a step back.

Her face turned ashen with anger, and the cold aura around her was carelessly released.

Qian Ziyan heard the light snort and unexpectedly glanced at the two of them, naturally taking a step back, while Qian Yiling also stepped back half a step.

Dongfang Minghui secretly glanced at Qian Wanyu and saw her tense profile.

She wanted to reunite with Little Fatty and the others, but the words she wanted to say were still unspoken, and now she dared not say them.

"Sigh, Seventh sister seems to be angry."

"Let her be angry," Little Colour said nonchalantly.

"Don't you think it's getting colder?"

"Yeah."

With her reminder, Dongfang Minghui turned around, causing Qian Wanyu's outstretched hand to freeze mid-air.

She hurriedly picked up Little Fatty from Toothless's shoulder and said to Toothless, "From now on, I'll carry Little Fatty. Right, Little Fatty?"

"Ah."

Yes.

Dongfang Minghui held Little Fatty in her arms, weighing her lightly.

She was still as light as before, but her body seemed to have grown a bit longer.

"Little Fatty, have you grown a little?"

"Ah ah."

Little Fatty clapped her hands, clearly delighted, as if celebrating for herself.

Dongfang Minghui was also happy, but soon her expression turned to worry.

"You've grown so much, why can't you still talk?"

Little Fatty reached out to hold her neck, affectionately rubbing her face, reminiscent of how Toothless used to act as a child, enjoying being spoiled.

Toothless found the scene quite annoying, wishing she could shrink and take that spot instead.

That thought flashed through her mind…

Toothless maintained a stern face, feeling somewhat disgusted with herself.

As a proud dragon, how could she compete for that person's attention with a little creature?

But—

Wasn't Qian Wanyu the one who said that person raised her?

What was wrong with being a bit closer?

Toothless had been mentally preparing herself all the way, while Qian Wanyu had been fuming, eventually finding herself laughing at her own frustration.

By the time they reached the location marked on the map, there was nothing around, and the weather had grown increasingly cold.

Everyone set up the tents again, and the campfire was lit, though it was extinguished several times by the cold wind outside.

"Shaman, I'm going to check for any prey over there."

Leen had a habit of exploring the surrounding terrain whenever they arrived at a new place, and if possible, he would hunt a magical beast to bring back.

This time, for some reason, Dongfang Minghui suddenly called out to him, "Leen, the weather is getting worse, and it looks like it might snow. You'd better not go."

Leen dismissed her concern.

"Shaman, don't worry. I can read the wind direction and won't have trouble finding my way back."

Qian Wanyu had something important to discuss with her, and seeing that Leen had readied his bow and arrow, she nodded.

"The sooner you go, the sooner you return. If you can't find any prey, come back quickly."

"Understood."

It wasn't until Leen's figure disappeared that Dongfang Minghui turned to look at Seventh sister.

Qian Wanyu helplessly tapped her nose, reaching out to touch her hand, only to find that her hand was warmer than hers.

Seeing Little Fatty, she immediately understood, "You're quite clever in this regard."

Dongfang Minghui smiled foolishly.

"Seventh sister is already busy enough. I have to take care of myself and try not to add to your troubles."

Qian Wanyu glanced at the others and whispered, "You help Seventh sister by keeping watch outside. Don't let those three get close to this tent."

Those three?

In the entire team, aside from the three mysterious individuals from the Night Fox clan, the rest were all their own people.

Dongfang Minghui quickly understood.

"Seventh sister, don't worry. You go ahead and take care of things."

This time, Qian Wanyu called Toothless, along with Qian Ziyan and Qian Yiling, into the tent.

The firelight cast long shadows of the four of them, and she invited Mu Sheng and Xiao Miao to sit beside her, directly facing the tent.

"Toothless was also called in; it must be about the terrain map," Dongfang Minghui said to Little Colour in her soul sea.

"Little Colour, Leen said that the girls from the Night Fox clan might use charm techniques. If I get confused again, you have to wake me up. We can't fall for this enchantress's tricks."

"Don't worry."

Dongfang Minghui listened carefully and realized she couldn't hear any voices from the people inside, guessing that Seventh sister had set up a barrier.

"This young lady, I am Mei Wu from the Night Fox clan. May I ask for your name?"

The moment she spoke, her voice slipped into Dongfang Minghui's ears, capable of melting a person into a puddle of spring water.

Dongfang Minghui jolted, only to be pricked by Little Colour's thorny vines, causing a sharp pain in her finger.

"What the f-!!!"

Dongfang Minghui gasped in anger, choking several times, her face turning red from the strain.

"Pain can keep a person alert. I am here to watch over you on behalf of your Seventh sister," Little Colour said with an air of grandeur.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Minghui."

Mu Sheng walked over and gently patted her, "The weather has turned quite cold. Since you are a pharmacist, you must take care of yourself and avoid catching a cold."

Dongfang Minghui quickly waved her hand, taking a while to respond, "I accidentally choked on my own saliva. I'm fine, don't worry."

Mu Sheng felt relieved but didn't dare to get too close to Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao was struggling to control her fire energy; although there was a powerful water spirit pill to temporarily suppress it, flames occasionally fell, startling Mu Sheng several times.

Dongfang Minghui patted the space to her left, "Xiao Miao, come here."

"Ah."

Little Fatty waved his chubby paw at Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao loved Little Fatty the most because she was obedient and quiet when held in his arms.

Mainly, Little Fatty's aura was gentle, unlike Toothless's fierce and aggressive presence.

Dongfang Minghui deliberately ignored the girl named Mei Wu for a while before saying, "Miss Mei Wu, my name is Minghui."

"Miss Minghui, I heard from them that you are a shaman. I would like to ask for your help to take a look at my brother."

"Eh, what's wrong with him?"

The brother she referred to was another person besides Lahan, tall and muscular, a typical muscle man with rugged features, thick eyebrows, and a decent appearance, named Cheng Jiang.

Mei Wu replied calmly, "On the way here, his face has been pale. Just after we set up the tent, he suddenly collapsed and fell unconscious. Therefore, I would like to ask Miss Minghui to come to our tent and help check on him."

"How strange, to use such a scheme."

Dongfang Minghui felt a bit emotional; it was rare for Seventh sister to remind her to do something, yet this enchantress came here to cause trouble.

"If I go, it would be falling into their trap. If I don't go, it seems unreasonable."

"Easy to handle."

"How so?"

"I'll go in your place."

Seeing her staring blankly at the campfire and remaining silent, Mei Wu added, "Are you worried about the five of us guarding this place? Mei Wu can help you patrol around."

Mu Sheng, however, said little.

He understood Minghui's character; in the past, whenever she saw injured patients, she would take the initiative to help without needing anyone to remind her.

So, he made an effort to stay in the background, quietly observing the situation unfold.

Dongfang Minghui suddenly grinned, "No need, Mu Sheng, you and Xiao Miao stay here. If you notice anything, just shout."

Mu Sheng nodded, "You can rest assured."

"Miss Mei Wu, please lead the way."

Mei Wu nodded slightly to Mu Sheng and took the lead, guiding Dongfang Minghui into the tent.

Little Fatty was making noises all the way, though no one understood what he was saying.

As Mu Sheng stood up, intending to patrol the area, he unexpectedly turned around to find Dongfang Minghui standing beside him, startling him into a shiver.

"You, didn't you go in with that girl? Why are you out so soon?"

Xiao Miao saw it clearly and tugged at Mu Sheng's sleeve, accidentally letting out a small flame that ignited the hem of Mu Sheng's clothes.

"Awo, heavens, it's on fire."

Mu Sheng jumped around, frantically beating his clothes against the ground to extinguish the flames, barely managing to put it out, but unfortunately, he lost another piece of clothing in the process.

Xiao Miao shrank back a little, looking aggrieved.

Even if Mu Sheng was angry, he couldn't take it out on a child, especially since he already knew that Xiao Miao's situation was beyond control.

Dongfang Minghui smiled, her eyes curved as she watched the two of them.

"What happened to the Night Fox clan?"

Mu Sheng had spent enough time next to Qian Ziyan to know some of their speculations.

Xiao Miao wanted to pull him again, but halfway through, Mu Sheng jumped away, leaving Xiao Miao feeling a bit sad.

She whispered softly, "She isn't—"

"She isn't? What isn't she?"

"He got it right, I really am not."

Little Colour was quite pleased that her disguise fooled others.

Feeling proud, vines began to spread from her hands, with some creeping from her feet, but they stayed away from the campfire and Xiao Miao.

"I am Little Colour, her contracted magical plant."

Mu Sheng was taken aback, "But, but how do you and Minghui look exactly the same?"

Little Colour nodded slightly, "I originally wanted to trick that woman, but she has a pair of sharp eyes and might see through it, so Minghui told me to guard her lover here."

Little Colour turned around and transformed back into her original self, "Tonight feels strangely quiet."

Mu Sheng found it amusing to watch her change back and forth, thinking of his own Little White and Little Green, and curiously asked, "Once you transform into a human form, can you have different appearances like you do?"

"Not really."

Little Colour explained, "Since I am a contracted partner with Minghui, I can mimic some of her aura and form to temporarily confuse people's vision, but it won't last long."

Mu Sheng nodded as if he understood.

He was actually just daydreaming; both Little White and Little Green were above intermediate level magical plants, and they were destined to never reach the level and conditions required for such transformations.

Speaking of which, when Dongfang Minghui entered the tent with Little Fatty, following Mei Wu, she inexplicably caught a whiff of a strange scent.

She bluntly said, "What did you put in this tent? It smells great."

Mei Wu smiled faintly and explained, "It's the purple orchid fragrance from the Night Fox clan. This scent can help people relax and is the best precursor to entering a dream."

Dongfang Minghui chuckled awkwardly, "Entering a dream?"

She pinched herself hard, realizing that the pain seemed to have vanished.

She then pinched Little Fatty.

As a result, Little Fatty let out several cries, the sound somewhat ethereal, coming from far to near.

"Damn it, Little Colour, did I just fall into the dream they created as soon as I entered the tent?"

Dongfang Minghui tried to talk to Little Colour but received no response, feeling a bit frustrated.

"Mei Wu, you just said where is your brother?"

Mei Wu smiled and said, "Isn't he right in front of you?"

Dongfang Minghui pouted, did she really think she was an idiot?

There was no one in front of her; it was just her and Mei Wu in the entire tent!

But she still obediently squatted down, pretending there was someone lying in front of her, and checked them over repeatedly, finally concluding, "Infected with a cold, nothing serious. I'll leave a porcelain bottle here; just give him a disinfecting and fever-reducing pill."

After saying that, she really took out a porcelain bottle from her space and handed it to Mei Wu.

Mei Wu weighed it in her hand and found there were about two pills inside, "Minghui, you truly have a miraculous touch. This will help my brother recover significantly. How about we sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Dongfang Minghui desperately tried to refuse, but her body was uncontrollable and obediently complied.

She pinched Little Fatty again, but this time there was no sound at all.

Mei Wu handed her a cup of dark tea, and Dongfang Minghui even saw black bugs wriggling in the cup.

"Drink it, and you'll feel very comfortable."

"Do all the Night Fox clan raise poison insects?"

The things in the teacup were all similar to poisonous insects, utterly disgusting, yet she found herself taking the cup from Mei Wu's hand, slowly bringing it closer to her mouth.

"I'm doomed; my life is going to end here."

Dongfang Minghui was about to shout that her life was over when a spark shot from the corner, and a pig-tail grass swatted the teacup away, sending the bugs flying towards Mei Wu.

In that moment, Dongfang Minghui felt a surge of freedom and quickly said, "Thank you for your hospitality, I must take my leave."

Then, propelled by a segment of the Pig Immortal Grass tail, she flew toward the fiery glow.

A warmth enveloped Dongfang Minghui, calming her racing heart, while the Pig Immortal Grass tail in her hand turned to charred black.

“Pig Immortal Grass, are you alright?”

“Not good.”

The Pig Immortal Grass feared that its sudden appearance had leaked its presence, potentially leading to being found by Xiuqi.

“No matter what, you must not let that person take me away.”

Dongfang Minghui instantly understood its meaning.

When she had taken out the porcelain bottle from her space, the Pig Immortal Grass must have sensed something was off, which is why it wrapped a segment of itself around her pinky and followed her out from the space.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him take you away.”

Little Fatty was a bit restless, constantly making noise.

“Be good, Little Fatty, stop making a fuss.”

Dongfang Minghui gently coaxed, and as she lifted the tent flap, she discovered that heavy snow was falling outside like goose feathers, and the campfire had somehow extinguished.

Mu Sheng was rubbing his hands in another tent, while Little Colour was dutifully keeping the tent open.

“Are you alright?”

“I just walked through the gates of hell.”

Dongfang Minghui sighed.

In that brief moment, her back was completely soaked, thanks to Little Fatty and the Pig Immortal Grass.

Remembering the request from the Pig Immortal Grass, she anxiously glanced at the tent across from her.

“How long was I gone?”

“About an hour.”

Little Colour stared at her, looking her up and down several times.

“What happened to you just now?”

Dongfang Minghui didn’t know how to explain.

Once she entered, she first caught a whiff of a fragrance, and after hearing the words of that enchanting woman, she became dazed, followed by a series of actions that went against her true feelings.

It was then that she suddenly recalled what Leen had said to her before, “So that’s what it meant.”

“But I sensed that you were completely at peace, and I thought you were genuinely treating her people.”

“Not even a shadow—” Dongfang Minghui suddenly stood up.

“Wait, why didn’t I see anyone else when I entered the tent?

It was just me and Mei Wu; where did the other two go?”

Mu Sheng sneezed hard, his nose red from the cold.

“Speaking of which, it seems Leen hasn’t returned for a long time.”

“About an hour and a half.”

“Ah ah.”

Little Fatty was still making a racket, her body burning hot.

Dongfang Minghui kept soothing her, and just as she felt at a loss, Qian Wanyu lifted the tent flap, and Qian Mama and Uncle Wood, along with Toothless, came out to look at the heavy snowfall.

Dongfang Minghui didn’t even have time to explain the strange events that had just occurred, urgently saying, “Seventh sister, Leen went hunting and hasn’t come back.”

Qian Wanyu reached out, catching a few snowflakes.

The pure white snowflakes melted into droplets of water in her hand.

“When did it start snowing?

The ground is already this thick.”

Dongfang Minghui couldn’t answer because, while she was lost in a haze, her sense of time seemed different from the outside.

“Ninth Sister, what happened?”

“Yes.”

She was about to speak when the people in the other tent poked their heads out.

Mei Wu even smiled at her, and the other two heads belonged to people she was very familiar with.

Dongfang Minghui froze on the spot, feeling as if half of her blood had congealed with the falling snow.

“Stay calm; what you see is not real.”

Little Colour had already transformed into a wisp of green and slipped into her soul sea when they lifted the tent.

“Put Leen’s issue aside for now, and temporarily set aside what Mei Wu did to you.

You need to resolve the Pig Immortal Grass issue first.”

“Okay.”

Dongfang Minghui pulled Seventh sister into the tent, which was warm, several times warmer than outside.

“Seventh sister, the Pig Immortal Grass just saved me and accidentally came out of the space.

What should we do now?”

"Save you?"

"This matter can wait, the Pig Immortal Grass said that Xiuqi is likely nearby. Seventh Sister, do you have any ideas?"

Qian Wanyu noticed her pale face and couldn't tell if it was due to the cold or something else.

Meanwhile, the Little Fatty in her arms was restless, looking somewhat agitated.

She held Little Fatty closer and felt its temperature rising steadily.

Even so, Ninth Sister showed no signs of feeling it, which was quite unusual.

"I have a plan for the Pig Immortal Grass, but I'm afraid it will inconvenience the creatures living in your space that have spiritual energy," Qian Wanyu said as she released her five elemental spiritual power, flowing it up and down along Little Fatty's back.

"Creatures living in my space…"

Dongfang Minghui realized she had unknowingly adopted a large group of beings.

The medicinal plants included the Pig Immortal Grass, the Carnivorous Plant, a Black Medicine, and Little Bean Sprout, while the only animal was probably a pseudo-dragon.

Seeing that Seventh Sister had a plan, Dongfang Minghui was eager to ask, but noticed Seventh Sister was struggling to channel her spiritual power back and forth on Little Fatty.

Only then did she realize her hands had turned red from the heat.

"Could it be a residual effect from before?"

Her body felt numb and unresponsive.

She hurriedly took out the medicinal plants from her space to heal herself.

After Qian Wanyu had sorted out the fire elemental spiritual power from Little Fatty, it finally fell asleep comfortably, snorting softly like a little pig, even in sleep, it continued to make little noises.

Could it be that it was unsettled because of the scare it got from Mei Wu?

"Seventh Sister, what's wrong with Little Fatty?"

Qian Wanyu's expression turned serious.

"Tell me, what happened earlier?"

Dongfang Minghui felt a bit intimidated by Seventh Sister, especially when she saw her long face, which was a clear sign of anger.

If she didn't come clean, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So, she recounted everything that happened with Mei Wu without missing a detail.

As a result, after finishing her explanation, she noticed that Seventh Sister's expression had grown even colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop significantly.

Dongfang Minghui began to step back cautiously, contemplating how to sneak away before Seventh Sister's anger escalated.