Chapter 11
Translator: Paperplane
Qing'Er opened the door and walked in, but failed to see Liu Rushuang at first glance.
"Young Miss, where are you?" Cried a quiet but urgent voice.
Seeing as she didn't get a reply, Qing'Er sped past the shelf of a.s.sorted antiques and table of embroidery, then to the bed. It wasn't until she spotted the balcony, did she see Liu Rushuang.
Having caught sight of Liu Rushuang condition, Qing'Er suddenly kneeled in a hurry.
With red eyes and burning anxiety, she watched as Liu Rushuang endured the torment.
"Young Miss, why is it flaring up so soon this time? The ice bed isn't even here. What should we do?" She cried with a hoa.r.s.e voice.
Although Liu Rushuang was in scorching pain, she was still clearly conscious.
After hearing what Qing'Er said, she groaned painfully, "G-get the water ready!"
Qing'Er didn't dare waste time, so she abruptly jumped up and ran out the room.
She had to get people to prepare a tub of cold water!
"why is that maid running so fast?" Asked Han Moxi with a glint in his eye, as he watched Qing'Er rush past.
Han Moze slightly raised his sharp brow but didn't reply.
Soon enough, Qing'Er led a few servant boys who carried several buckets of water into the room with a calm expression on their faces.
But by the end of it, they left fleeing with overwhelmed shock on their faces.
That's definitely a female ghost!
Otherwise, what human can release this much hot energy?!
Han Moze and Han Moxi took another few steps closer with even more curiosity.
Qing'Er hurriedly walked to the balcony, bent down and picked Liu Rushuang up.
She endured what seemed like the pain of being burned. She took a few quick steps and placed Liu Rushuang into the tub.
The sweat off Liu Rushuang's face
All of a sudden, she lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Are you afraid of me?" She asked with a sad and low voice.
"No. You are the best person in the world," Qing'Er said anxiously, as she turned to Liu Rushuang with a look of affection in her eyes.
She really believed that Liu Rushuang was the best person on earth!
Liu Rushuang smiled bitterly deep down inside, as she watched the water in the tub rapidly evaporate. Without uttering a word, her body started to heat up like before.
"Young Miss, I'll go get more water." There was a slight cry in Qing'Er's voice.
She looked at Liu Rushuang with red eyes, as she shrank in the corner of the wooden tub. It looked like there was a tear trickling down from the corner of her eye.
All of a sudden, Qing'Er couldn't worry about much else. She turned around and ran, hoping that the Young Miss could pull through.
Liu Rushuang was in what felt like a sea of fire. She leaned her head to the edges of the wooden tub and slightly furrowed her brows.
She withstood wave after wave of scorching hot fire, and hazily figured she was going to get burned to death! She didn't hear a single word of what Qing'Er said.
Liu Rushuang's breathing calmed down considerably in the cold water.
As the water evaporated faster, Liu Rushuang grimaced helplessly.
She must be a monster right? Normal people would have died ages ago from immensely high heat.
She slightly raised her head, as her red eyes blinked gently and a single tear fell from the corner of her eye.
In her previous life and in this one…
It was unknown just how many people's blood had stained her hands.
However, every time she killed someone, she still felt pain and fear in her heart afterwards.
The pain she felt at that very moment must be divine retribution!
Retribution for the countless people she killed in this lifetime and the last!
She rarely left missions incomplete.
In her previous life, there was a time when she let a woman and her daughter go. For that, the father who loathed her, locked her up in a water cure for a month.
She had just one steamed bun to eat every day.
After a month, she had just one last breath left in her.
However, to her surprise, her heart didn't ache that time.
Just thinking about that mother who tried her best to hug her child and kowtowed at her, made her cry for the very first time.
Despite not knowing what emotions were in her previous life.