Chapter 8, Mingyue Mountain Villa
As soon as he spoke, I recalled those vague images, those events that evidently had truly existed. However, when I tried to further remember and recall, I felt such pain that I wished I could tear open my own head
As Liu Qin gently patted my shoulder, she said: "I originally went to Mingyue Mountain Villa to see your brother, but all I found was the rising fire. Almost all the houses had been burned down. Later, while searching for survivors in the ashes, I discovered you. You were lying on top of your wet nurse, your eyes wide open; such a great fire, such thick smoke, and yet you did not blink once. At that moment, I knew you were terrified. After I brought you out, you developed a fever. I was anxious to investigate who was responsible, so I left you at the Qingtian Marquis's residence." You were lying on top of your wet nurse, your eyes wide open; such a great fire, such thick smoke, and yet you did not blink once. At that moment, I knew you were terrified. After I brought you out, you developed a fever. I was anxious to investigate who was responsible, so I left you at the Qingtian Marquis's residence.
I furrowed my brows and asked, "Then why did I later appear at the Qingtian Marquis's residence?" Yet I couldn't help but cast a doubtful glance at Liu Qin. Could it be that he had a grudge against my brother, which is why he brought me to the Qingtian Marquis's mansion?
My head is splitting with pain, and I cannot help but let out a mournful moan, striking my fist forcefully against my skull.
I was momentarily taken aback; when I first met Liu Qin, I instinctively called him Brother Liu without considering his true identity at all
The sounds of clashing weapons, the cries of anguish, and the hissing of flames converge into a cacophony
I was lost in thought when Liu Qin sighed and said: "Then, naturally, you do not remember that someone had a bloodbath at Mingyue Villa, leaving no servants of your family alive? Nor do you recall that Mingyue Villa was set ablaze by someone?"
Is it because the memories in my subconscious naturally remind me of my trust in him
A figure in dark clothing appeared gracefully, like a faint black spirit, with a perfect face that bore a sorrowful, faint smile. Then, gently lifting me up, they murmured: "Su Qing, I can finally save Ying'er..."
Liu Qin smiled, took a small sip of wine, and said lightly: "I am your brother's best friend, often visiting Mingyue Mountain Villa, and I am quite familiar with the five sisters-in-law your brother married as well as with you. You used to call me Brother Liu all the time; don't you remember?"
Fire
Your name is Su Ying, and you hail from the Mingyue Villa. Mingyue Villa is an ancient family of martial artists that has long since fallen into decline. However, twelve years ago, your brother Su Qing was an extraordinary talent rarely seen in a century. When the King of Xiangyang rebelled, Su Qing, wielding the Hanguang Sword, quelled the rebellion for the late emperor, taking the heads of the traitorous generals as easily as plucking fruit from a tree. From that moment on, he became renowned throughout the world, known to all from the officialdom to the martial arts community as the remarkable Young Master Su of Mingyue Villa, which was subsequently bestowed by the late emperor as the number one villa in the realm.
A shadow stumbled towards me, pinning me beneath its body. Warm liquid immediately surged from that person, soaking my clothes in an instant
Cold, very cold, and the smell of blood has become numb
This time, I cannot evade it; the raging fire that has surged seems to have already burned into the nerves of my brain. I let out a groan and clutched my head.
In the depths of memory, a vast sea of flames suddenly surged forth, leaping before my eyes, accompanied by the acrid stench of charred flesh, rising into the night sky in eerie blue smoke
Su Qing, Mingyue Mountain Villa, the number one villa in the world, King of Xiangyang
Vaguely familiar, yet like golden dust dancing in the sunlight, it cannot be grasped.