Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 2002 - 2010: A Chance Encounter with My Older Sister (Part 2)

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Chapter 2002: Chapter 2010: A Chance Encounter with My Older Sister (Part 2)

Dong Qing’er has a fiery temper and is a foolish person with more chest than brains. She usually picks on the Third Miss, which she is accustomed to. Seeing that the Third Miss dared to talk back today, she suddenly became furious.

She jumped up and shouted sharply, "Dong Lian’er, you slut, how dare you disgrace me! Watch me tear your mouth apart!" After saying this, she bared her teeth and claws, lunging straight at the Third Miss, intending to beat her.

However, before she could make a move, her body suddenly felt like it had been hit hard, and her steps running forward immediately changed to moving backward. She took several steps back, ’thump thump thump,’ and crashed into the Qingshi Bridge’s low handrail, which hadn’t even reached her waist. Due to inertia, Dong Qing’er couldn’t stop herself and was propelled by the momentum, sprawling into the pond.

"Splash——"

Before she understood what was happening, Dong Qing’er had already taken in a mouth and nose full of cold water.

In fact, the water in that pond wasn’t deep; standing up, it only reached her shoulders, so there was no risk of drowning. But Dong Qing’er, suddenly falling into the water, was bewildered and panicked, instantly choking and coughing repeatedly, to the point where tears flowed from her eyes.

This pond was a lotus pond, with various types of lotuses growing inside. Beneath the lotuses lay a layer of mud, into which Dong Qing’er plunged headfirst, her face covered with black, thick mud, her mouth filled with gritty soup, foul and nauseating.

"Oh dear, Miss, how are you?"

"Quick, quickly help Miss up from the mansion..."

"Zhui’er, go report to the Eldest Princess immediately; we need to summon a doctor quickly. It’s almost December, the water’s cold, and Miss could catch a cold if she stays wet..."

On the shore, the maidens and women who came with Dong Qing’er were thrown into chaos. The rescued Third Miss turned her head to look at me, curving her lips, silently mouthing two words: "Thank you!"

Then she returned to her courtyard with Nanny Zhang.

I don’t know why, but I found her glance back at me with a bright smile very beautiful, like the first breath of spring, warming the heart with the fragrance of flowers and grass, extremely comforting...

In the evening, under the cover of the night, I quietly found my way to Luoying Courtyard, where the Third Miss resided.

Upon entering this courtyard, I could hardly believe it was a place where a young lady from a prominent family lived. Aside from the secluded and restricted location, the dilapidated walls and ruins, and the yard overgrown with weeds gave the impression of a long-abandoned residence. How could such a courtyard be the home of a delicate maiden?

I quietly stepped in front of the door and pulled out a short knife, intending to pry open the latch inside the door. Just then, the door creaked open, and a slender figure appeared before me.

"Master Mu, please come in to talk!" The Third Miss said, turning her head and entering the room.

There was no lamp lit inside, and the window wasn’t fitted with transparent glass but rather Goryeo paper used in poor people’s or servants’ rooms, so it was pitch black, with not a trace of light.

I followed behind her, entering the room. Luckily, having practiced martial arts from a young age, my senses of hearing and sight were much stronger than those of ordinary people, so I didn’t bump into anything despite walking in the dark.

"Why don’t you light a lamp?" I asked in a deep voice, feeling somewhat puzzled. Could it be that Princess Zhao Qing was so harsh that she wouldn’t even allow her to light an oil lamp?

"I figured you would come tonight, so I didn’t light a lamp. I offended them today, and they’re just waiting to catch me slipping up. If they caught us together, who knows what dirty water they’d throw on us. How could I let them have their way?"