814 Little Fatty’s Happy Life (1)

After the Saintess returned to the Saint Temple, she could no longer hold on and vomited blood as she fell to the ground.

“Saintess!”

A passing holy envoy quickly pushed open the door and helped the saintess up from the pool of blood. The Saintess’s situation was not optimistic, and she kept vomiting blood. The holy envoy was frightened and carried the Saintess to the bed. “Saintess, are you alright?”

“To… to the Cold Pool…” The Saint said with her last bit of strength.

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The holy envoy agreed with a pale face and carried the Saintess to the cold pool of the Holy Temple.

The Saintess was originally seriously injured by Yan Jiuchao. After Sikong Yun treated her injuries, she had improved a little. However, just now… she was in a daze and her meridians reversed, almost going crazy.

“Saintess…” After the holy temple placed the Saintess in the cold pool, she knelt by the pool and waited for her instructions.

The Saintess held her painful heart and said, “Stand down!”

The holy envoy said worriedly, “You’re so seriously injured. Do you need me to inform Second Young Master?”

“No need!” The Saintess said firmly. “Get out!”

“But…” The holy envoy wanted to say something, but the Saintess had already closed her eyes. She had made up her mind.

The Saintess could not help but be a little puzzled. The Second Young Master Sikong was the Saintess’s fiancé. Putting aside how much the Saintess had feelings for him, they were engaged after all. In the past, when they encountered a problem that could not be resolved, the Saintess would always think of the Second Young Master first. It was the same even if the assassin caused a ruckus in the Lan family tonight. The Saintess had taken a hostage and brought her to the Sikong Clan.

What happened when she went out just now? Why did the Saintess seem to be very impatient when she mentioned the Second Young Master?

The holy envoy could not understand, nor did she expect the Saintess to give her an answer. She respectfully left.

Most of the Saintess’s body was soaked in the bone-chilling cold pool. Her injuries were even more serious than they looked. Originally, they would not be like this, but she had violated the taboo of a martial arts practitioner and was distracted when she should not be distracted.

That handsome face under the moonlight could not help but flash across her mind. The internal energy that she had painstakingly suppressed by the cold pool backfired on her meridians. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted in the cold pool.

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Yu Wan spent the most boring two days in the Sikong Manor. She did not know if the fact that she did not sleep in the middle of the night and came out to stroll around had alarmed the Saintess, but she was moved to the most remote room. This place was separated from Sikong Yun’s room by seventeen to eighteen walls. No matter how coincidental it was, it was unlikely to meet her.

“Is your Saintess worried that Second Young Master will take a fancy to my peerless beauty?” Yu Wan asked Huazhi curiously as she lay on a rattan chair in the courtyard basking in the sun. In the end, she did not forget to say, “Orange.”

On the surface, Huazhi was Sikong Yun’s maidservant, but she was actually the Saintess’ trusted aide. She was usually used to monitor Sikong Yun’s movements, but now, she was in charge of guarding Yu Wan.

As Huazhi peeled the orange, she glanced at the little fat girl lying on the rattan chair. It had only been two days, right? Her face had become rounder again. How could she have the cheek to say that she was peerless beautiful when she was so fat?

Aren’t you going to look in the mirror?!

Yu Wan lay comfortably on a rattan chair and basked in the sun. No wonder Grandma Yun did this when she had nothing to do. It was indeed quite satisfying.

Yu Wan stretched out a chubby hand to Huazhi. Huazhi looked at the fair and tender hand and felt that the baby’s hand was almost the same as hers. The corners of her mouth twitched as she placed the peeled orange on it.

Yu Wan didn’t even look at it. She broke off a piece and fed it to her. “Don’t stop. Continue peeling.”

The corners of Huazhi’s mouth were about to twitch. You’re a hostage. Can you have the awareness of a hostage? Those who know would know that you’re a hostage. Those who don’t would think that you’re the daughter of the Sikong Manor!

Huazhi was furious. She said sourly, “Forgive me for being blunt, but aren’t you afraid that I’ll poison you?”

“The Fragrance of Hundred Miles?” Yu Wan turned her head and asked.

“What Fragrance of Hundred Miles?” Huazhi had never heard of it.

“Oh.” Yu Wan lay back lazily. As long as it wasn’t the Fragrance of Hundred Miles, Little Gu could cure it.

Speaking of which, after Little Gu was taken away by Sikong Changfeng, it never returned. Could it be that it had lost weight from hunger?

Sikong Changfeng did not look like a bad person, but her Little Gu had a deep love for her. If it could not see its master, it would definitely not be able to eat.

In Sikong Changfeng’s courtyard.

The attendant stumbled into Sikong Changfeng’s study. “Not-not-not good!”

“What’s wrong?” Sikong Changfeng paused his brush.

The attendant said bitterly, “It’s that young Gu!”