Chapter 118: Chapter 65: Blood Wiping the Neck
The crowd peering through the door covered their eyes with their hands in unison the mont Gu Changsheng made his move.
“Why’s it so quiet now?” Xiao Cui tugged at Han Qiu beside her, asking.
“Handled,” was Han Qiu’s response, still succinct.
“Was it grueso? Did they get turned into a pig’s head?” Little at Bun Gu Ze leaned towards Han Mo and asked cautiously.
Han Qiu looked seriously into the courtyard, nodded her head, and said gravely, “Very grueso, but no pig’s head.”
Little at Bun’s chubby hands were still covering his eyes, he tilted his head slightly towards Han Qiu and asked in bewildernt, “How co? Mother loves turning people into pig’s heads the most, how did that bad auntie escape unscathed?”
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Han Qiu looked outside again seriously, “She didn’t escape unscathed.”
“Then what?”
“Throat was cut,” Han Qiu casually dropped a bombshell.
“What? My lady killed soone?” Hearing this, Xiao Cui dashed out, her loud voice startling Gu Changsheng who had just sat down in the courtyard, almost making him jump.
“My lady, to kill is to be punished with death… We’ve got a murder case on our hands…” Xiao Cui hadn’t finished expressing her worries when her eyes went wide, and she turned stiffly back to face Han Qiu who had followed her outside, accusing, “Sister Qiu, you lied.”
Wasn’t her throat cut? How co she’s still standing there, alive and well?
Han Qiu, lying!
“What are you startling yourself for in broad daylight? Don’t you know you can quite literally scare soone to death? You should know I’m very faint-hearted,” Gu Changsheng patted his chest and took his seat back down.
My lady, you have a small heart? You’re really burning paper offerings at the tombstone, trying to cheat the Ghost!
The crowd collectively expressed their profound disdain for their lady’s blatant lying without a blush.
Under Xiao Cui’s accusing gaze, Han Qiu pointed towards Mu Wanxuan, who stood stiff, “Look at the neck.”
Everyone followed her finger to Mu Wanxuan’s neck, where a slender line of a bloodstain circled her thin throat like a necklace, with Blood Beads slowly oozing out.
Little at Bun Gu Ze bit on his finger in confusion, blinking his eyes, and shuffled forward.
He poked Mu Wanxuan’s leg and looked up, “Hey, you still alive?”
“Have you ever seen anyone standing dead?” Gu Changsheng rolled his eyes, seriously worried for his son’s intelligence.
“Eh! True that,” Little at Bun withdrew his hand ruefully, touched his nose, and added, “Um, do you have ten silvers?”
Everyone paused, their expressions indescribable as they looked at their Young Master.
Asking for money so directly—a habit just like their lady’s. The Young Master, he’s been thoroughly spoiled by his mother!
“Not listening to ? Then I’ll find it myself,” Little at Bun’s large dark eyes spun, and his little hands started reaching upwards with effort.
Can’t reach! He stood on his tiptoes and stretched, still couldn’t reach!
Little at Bun got angry, turned back with an indignant face, “Mother, I want to learn from Auntie Qiu, to leap onto roofs and vault over walls!”
“Leap onto roofs and vault over walls? And incidentally unroof the tiles as well?”
Little at Bun looked dumbstruck, staring with big eyes at his mother, puzzled, “What do I need to unroof tiles for?”
“Good question, unroofing tiles can serve many purposes. For instance, there are plenty of open-roof benefits: you can sunbathe during the day, star-gaze at night, even take a rain bath indoors when it rains, or at the very least, you could sell the tiles for silvers…” Gu Changsheng grabbed a plate of sunflower seeds, cracking them noisily with relish.
Everyone collectively looked down, the corners of their mouths twitching wildly—lady going off on a tangent was truly a sight, regardless of ti and place!
“Mother… I just wanted to look for silvers… that’s all…” Little at Bun felt embarrassed, “She… is still bleeding.”
“That’s simple. I was annoyed by her noise, so with silver needles, I sealed her acupoints. Flip her over, you can touch however you want, ss with her all you like without her resisting,” Gu Changsheng spat out a seed shell, offering his conscience-free advice, “You don’t need to teach you this, do you?”
Everyone: “…”
The Young Master is still so young. Teasing soone? Isn’t that a bit too early?
“I can do this.” Little at Bun disregarded the latter half of the sentence, nodded earnestly as if it were a serious matter, circled Mu Wanxuan, stopped behind her with a stern look, fists on hips, then lifted his little chubby leg and gave a kick.
“Well done!” Gu Changsheng whistled loudly, not stingy with his complints.
“My lady…” Xiao Cui’s face twitched incessantly. Is it really okay for the lady to teach the Young Master like this?
Gu Changsheng watched her son huffing and puffing busily, ignoring Xiao Cui the mother hen’s protective clucking.
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I didn’t an it, you’ve fallen face down.” Little at Bun struggled to turn Mu Wanxuan over while apologizing ekly.
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