Reborn as a Happy Wife in a Rural Family-Chapter 39: Recovery

In the following days, Gu Qingli administered acupuncture to Wuqing every night and added spiritual spring water to her medicinal soup. Consequently, Wuqing’s injuries healed at an astonishing speed.

That evening, Gu Qingli removed the silver needles.

Wuqing slowly opened her eyes. A glimmer of light flashed through them as she looked at Gu Qingli, who was packing up.

She’s still so thin, Wuqing thought. And she saved my life again. But the woman in my memory couldn’t possibly know medical skills. Could this be her?

Wuqing closed her eyes. No, my name is Jueqing, and I am an assassin. A month ago, the Secret Sect received a mission to assassinate the very person who saved my life two years ago: Gu Qingli. I was stunned. Wasn’t my benefactor just a farmer’s daughter? Why would someone want to kill her? The mission required two people, and I was one of them. My partner and I set out to execute the mission. As we drew closer to the target, my heart pounded with increasing panic.

Two years ago, I was also on a mission. Although I completed it, I was severely injured and fled into the mountains. There, I encountered Gu Qingli, who was searching for something and took me to a cave. Afterward, she brought me food and medicine every day. It took a full month for me to recover. When I thought of Gu Qingli’s kindness in saving my life, I knew I couldn’t possibly kill her. Even as an assassin, I couldn’t bring myself to harm my benefactor.

When we were close to our destination, I made the ruthless decision to attack my partner when he wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, he reacted quickly and escaped. After he escaped, I nervously disguised myself and hid in Qinghe County Town, awaiting the Secret Sect’s pursuit. But the Secret Sect didn’t come. Instead, my escaped partner returned. He hadn’t gone back to the Sect; he’d healed his injuries and come to exact revenge on me. So, we engaged in fierce combat. In the end, I managed to kill him, but as he died, he kicked me off a cliff. When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything.

Jueqing looked at Gu Qingli, who had finished packing her things. She’s showing her true face now, so why doesn’t she recognize me? My appearance hasn’t changed much in two years, has it?

Jueqing’s eyes flashed. Our situation is very dangerous right now. Should I tell her the truth, or stay and protect her? The Secret Sect has never failed a mission. Even though I killed my partner, and even if I don’t return for a long time, the organization will just send someone else. A month has passed. The organization should have realized something is wrong by now. Why hasn’t anyone come? And I’ve betrayed the organization. They won’t spare a traitor. What am I going to do?

Jueqing’s mind raced with these thoughts, growing increasingly muddled. But no matter how confused I am, I need to figure out what’s going on with this Gu Qingli.

Gu Qingli finished packing and prepared to leave. After seven consecutive days of treatment, Wuqing should regain her memory in the next day or two, she believed.

"Wuqing, I’m leaving— Huh? You’ve recovered?" Gu Qingli turned and saw Jueqing’s face, a mixture of worry and conflict etched upon it.

"Yes," Jueqing replied, her expression reverting to its usual coldness.

"Then, you...?" Gu Qingli prompted.

Jueqing gestured to a stool, indicating for Gu Qingli to sit.

"You want to tell me something?" Gu Qingli asked, sitting on the stool at the table.

Jueqing nodded, her gaze fixed on Gu Qingli’s familiar, yet now fearless, face. In the past, she was so timid, always cautious. She’s completely different from the composed and self-assured person before me now.

"You don’t remember?" Jueqing asked.

"Remember what?" Gu Qingli countered. From Wuqing’s—no, Jueqing’s—words, it sounds like the Original Host should know her. But I have no such memories.

"I am Jueqing," she stated. My code name, that is. People in the Secret Sect only have code names, not real names.

"Jueqing?" Gu Qingli repeated, shaking her head.

Jueqing’s deep eyes darkened several shades. "I am an assassin," she said icily, "and I was ordered to kill you. Have you nothing to say?"

BANG!

As Jueqing’s murderous aura flared, Xiao Yunjing burst in. He thrust the door open with one hand, caught the splintered panel with the other, and pulled Gu Qingli into his arms, his gaze fixed fiercely on Jueqing.

Gu Qingli was still reeling from Jueqing’s words when Xiao Yunjing had suddenly burst through the door.

Xiao Yunjing propped the broken door panel aside. He patted Gu Qingli comfortingly, signaling her not to be afraid, then turned his fierce gaze to Jueqing. "Which organization are you from?"

Jueqing was momentarily startled. Shouldn’t his first reaction be to kill me? A moment later, understanding dawned. Does he plan to take on the Secret Sect alone?

Jueqing looked at Xiao Yunjing with a complex expression. This man has no murderous intent, only anger. Looking at Gu Qingli, so calm in his arms... is he afraid of scaring her?

Jueqing replied calmly, "The Secret Sect."

"Who wants to kill me? And... do we know each other well?" Gu Qingli, having finally regained her composure, patted Xiao Yunjing’s arm, signaling she wanted to ask her questions.

Jueqing said, "Someone in the Capital City wants you dead. As for their identity, the organization has its rules. You really don’t remember what happened two years ago?"

"I don’t remember," Gu Qingli reiterated, shaking her head.

Jueqing took a deep breath. There’s no turning back now. She then said, "Two years ago, I was injured during a mission. You found me on the mountain, saved me, and took care of me for a month. This past month, I received the mission to kill you. I had a partner, but I killed him..."

After Jueqing finished speaking, silence enveloped the three of them.

Gu Qingli sighed. Talk about misfortune striking out of the blue. She searched the Original Host’s memories regarding the events of two years ago. There seemed to be a gap, a period of about a month missing. I don’t know why, Gu Qingli mused. And someone in the Capital City wants to kill me? Who could it be? The Original Host’s family? How could a lost daughter possibly threaten anyone’s interests?

She glanced at Xiao Yunjing, who was also lost in thought. Thank goodness he came to propose back then. Otherwise, I might have really returned to the Capital City—straight into the lion’s den.

A wave of indescribable emotions washed over Gu Qingli.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yunjing delved into his memories from his past life. In my previous life, Li’er returned to the Capital City without any problems; no one harmed her. Now that I’ve been reborn and prevented her return, have things changed this much?

Jueqing sat on the bed, quietly observing Gu Qingli, who was also deep in thought. What should I do now? Jueqing pondered. There’s no going back to the Sect. But I want to live, and more than that, I want to escape the Secret Sect for good.

She glanced at Xiao Yunjing. Perhaps this man is my only hope. When he asked about my organization just now, I guessed he intended to destroy the Secret Sect by himself. It’s not that I doubt his abilities; I’ve been wary of him since the moment I first laid eyes on him. This is a man who hides his true strength. He appears to be just a farmer, yet his aura is like that of someone who has clawed their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. And none of the men in this courtyard are simple.

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