Chapter 4: Behind-the-Scenes Transactions

Weisheng Jing said: "By the time you heard the sound, had he already killed Bi Yuan?"

Microbiologist frowned and said: "I did not. At that time, he was very stable emotionally, and I do not know why he suddenly fell ill."

Lan Xiaochi said: "It is truly unfriendly. I would like to ask Brother Jing for a favor. You know, I have no interest in the matters of Jiuwei Mountain."

In a moment of desperation, she suddenly leaned forward and kissed his lips

Wei Shengci was indeed taken aback for a moment by the familiar fragrance. He began to experience a headache, struggling to resist something. Lan Xiaochi was already having difficulty breathing, yet she persisted in administering the medicine to him. However, it seemed that it could not immediately bring him back to consciousness. Just at that critical moment, footsteps were heard outside again

Until the microorganisms subdued the microbial porcelain, the microbial mirror could only quell the backlash caused by the internal force. He walked up to Lan Xiaochi and said, "Miss Lan, are you alright?" Concern was evident in his words

As Wei Shengjing's palm came crashing down, Lan Xiaochi was already prepared and gracefully retreated. Bu Hanchan was still instructing someone to clean the bloodstains, and fearing that he would notice, Wei Shengjing could only whisper, "What do you want to do?"

Weishengci inhaled, but with such internal strength, even the most potent poison would take time to take effect. Lan Xiaochi only felt a tightening around her neck as Weishengci seized her!

Lan Xiaochi took a beautiful bath and spent half an hour on makeup and hairstyling

The snow scene was quite beautiful; she rolled snowballs and built a snowman, playing in the snow and mud. Bi Yuan quickly led the servants to prepare hot water for her bath

Lan Xiaochi said: "Before discussing the matter at hand, let me tell Brother Jing about something amusing." As she spoke, she pulled out a candle, about the thickness of a finger, from her sleeve. However, Wei Shengjing's expression changed immediately.

Wei Shengci immediately threw down Lan Xiaochi and raised his palm to defend. The two palm winds collided, producing a tremendous sound, as if Jiuwai Mountain itself trembled slightly

Lan Xiaochi said: "I have always wondered how you managed to keep your distance while causing him to have intermittent episodes during the two years he was imprisoned in the micro-ceramic stone cell. It wasn't until I found this in the candle of the stone cell that I understood."

Lan Xiaochi was thrown to the ground, her neck in excruciating pain. She struggled to catch her breath, taking quite a while to regain her composure. At that moment, Wei Shengjing had also arrived. Upon seeing the father and son grappling in the snow, he was taken aback and immediately joined the fray, assisting Wei Shengqi in subduing Wei Shengci

A sudden scream just now must have come from the girl, Bi Yuan. Now she lies on the ground, a large hole in her chest. Her heart has flown out, landing in the snow not far away, with hot blood scorching several small red holes in the snow

Behind him, Lan Xiaochi suddenly asked: "Uncle Weisheng, did you say anything provocative to Xiaoci in the study..."

At this moment, Xiao Jingrou, Bu Hanchan, and others had already arrived. The Red Veil Studio was suddenly filled with many people, yet the atmosphere was extremely tense. Wei Shengjing asked, "Miss Lan, why did Xiao Ci suddenly fall ill?"

"What is it? Xiaoci, is that you?" She opened the door and was instantly stunned. There, in the snow, Wei Shengci had his long hair disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. His expression was frantic, and his hands were covered in blood

Microbial Mirror said: "What exactly do you want to say?"

The surface of the micro-mirror sank like water, yet a murderous intent had already emerged in the eyes. Lan Xiaochi waved her hand and said, "Don't be too quick to kill and silence, being too hasty is not good"

When everyone had left, Wei Shengqi squatted down in front of the tombstone and said: "I have released Xiao Ci, you should feel at ease now, right? The little girl beside me treats her very well. Xiao Ci likes her a lot too. Do you like her? Ha, of course you would like her. Xiu'er, twelve years, I still remember the way you smiled..."

Lan Xiaochi shook her head: "I don't know, I was sleeping in the room at that time"

Lan Xiaochi was unable to close the door in time, and Wei Shengci had already arrived in front of her at m.hetushu.com. She raised her palm to defend, but as soon as their energies clashed, the difference in power was immediately apparent. The martial arts of the Wei Sheng family are simply beyond the capability of ordinary humans to resist

Microbiologist furrowed her brows: "What is the matter?"

Weishengjing expressed deep apologies: "It was our oversight. We were aware that Xiaoci was mentally unstable, yet we always believed he had recovered. We did not expect to put you in danger."

Weisheng Jing's face instantly turned pale. Lan Xiaochi said, "Look, I guessed correctly. If this matter is left for Uncle Weisheng to think about, will he not become suspicious? Oh right, if the candle is handed over, you will no longer find an opportunity to act in the future. After all, he is the biological son and will inherit the family business. As for you, you were picked up from the roadside. No one in the Weisheng family refers to Brother Jing as the young master. Such effort is truly a pity.

Microbiome, look over here, I ask: "Did it hurt you?" Little fairy, you still saw it... What comes next...? Are you still willing to stay?

Weishengqi said: "Mirror, find a doctor to examine Miss Lan's injuries. Han Chan, Bi Yuan... you tidy up a bit."

However, upon making contact with the micro-ceramic's power, he was secretly astonished. How could this be possible—after being imprisoned for twelve years, the micro-ceramic's abilities were far superior to his own! He took two steps back, his energy and blood surging.

Xiao Jingrou said softly, "Qi Ge, it's cold. Let's go back first"

The expression on the microbe's face gradually turned cold: "Seven days of intoxication? Who are you?"

Lan Xiaochi carried the candlestick out of the room, her fingertips sharp as a knife, splitting the candle open. Within the wax core, which had already burned halfway, there was a section of pale pink.

Bu Hanchen said: "Yes, Master, rest assured"

Weishengqi said: "You and Jing'er go back first, I would like to stay and talk with her for a while longer"

Fortunately, she was mentally prepared, and this strike did not land as intended. Immediately, she took a step back, using the force to her advantage, and with a flick of her left hand, she sent forth a spray of light green powder.

The microbe microscope let out a cold snort and turned to leave

Lan Xiaochi said: "Fortunately, it is just a superficial injury"

Xiao Jingrou said: "But ... ... "

Lan Xiaochi fiddled with the candles on the silver table and said, "Uncle Han Chan, I will go out first"

Bu Hanqian sighed in his heart and said: "The young master is truly a good child, it is just that..." Fate plays tricks on people

Lan Xiaochi said, "That is truly strange"

Weisheng's mood was utterly terrible, and she did not want to say much, leaving with Weisheng Ci in her arms. Lan Xiaochi touched her neck, where the marks from being choked had already swollen. She entered Weisheng Ci's room, where blood had splattered on the walls, appearing eerie and terrifying in the candlelight

Lan Xiaochi said: "I did not see him kill Bi Yuan; I can only say that when I came out, Bi Yuan was already dead"

After completing the tomb-sweeping, Lan Xiaochi wanted to see the Jiuwi Tree, and Wei Shengqi immediately agreed, asking Wei Shengci to take her there. Once the two left, he turned back to pick up the scattered dry leaves on Murong Xiu's grave.

Lan Xiaochi said: "Who I am is not important; what I come for is what truly matters, isn't it, Brother Jing?"

Microbiome angrily shouted: "Little porcelain!" A palm strike was already on its way!

Lan Xiaochi fiddled with the candle in her hand and said, "Then it shall be a regret. It seems that I can only see it if I become the young mistress of the Weisheng family. Ah, or perhaps I could take this piece of candle to Uncle Weisheng; I wonder if he would do me a favor." She tossed the pink candle into the air and reached out to catch it.

Xiao Jingrou nodded and looked at Wei Shengqi, who stood alone in front of his beloved wife's grave. Twelve years had passed, yet his wounds felt as fresh as ever

Microbe Mirror said: "Hmph, a piece of candle, even if it is toxic, what evidence is there to prove it is related to me?"

In the evening, Lan Xiaochi finally returned with Wei Shengci. She was somewhat unhappy; it was winter, and the Jiuwei tree had no flowers at all. There was only a branch stripped of all its leaves, which was hardly worth looking at in the book.

Lan Xiaochi said: "I will take a look, in front of Brother Jing. After watching, I will return the original item, along with a beautiful small gift." She raised the candle in her hand and added: "Then I will leave, and this matter will not be mentioned again."

The Microbe Mirror angrily said: "Impossible, that is the untransmittable secret of the Microbe family, you shall not think of it!"

He murmured softly, the sound of the wind filling his ears

Lan Xiaochi is still coughing, waving his hand and saying, "I am fine"

When Weisheng Qifei arrived, he witnessed this scene. The Chiwei Studio was covered in fresh blood, with a heart lying on the snow and the bloodied corpse of a girl. Meanwhile, Weisheng Ci was gripping Lan Xiaochi's neck, his right palm gathering energy, poised to strike.

She pulled out the candle body and looked up to see Wei Shengjing standing in front of Bi Yuan's corpse. She stepped forward: "Brother Jing."

Lan Xiaochi said: "I wish to express my admiration and respect for Brother Jing. By mixing chronic poison into the candle, when the flame burns to that part, the poison is released. Meanwhile, Wei Shengci is in the stone prison, where the space is cramped and the airflow is poor. Over time, the poisoning deepens. However, I do not understand how you made him go mad the first time, even to the point of killing Lady Wei Sheng? The Chiwei Pavilion has good ventilation, and this amount of poison is insufficient. Was it because he was still a child back then, making it easier to handle?"

Lan Xiaochi said: "This mirror brother need not worry, my memory has always been quite good"

Lan Xiaochi looked around, while Bu Hanchan felt uneasy in his heart and said, "Miss Lan, the young master... usually does not act this way. Today, it seems unusual as we are here to pay respects at the lady's grave. You... you shouldn't take it to heart." Upon saying this, he himself felt it was unreasonable—what young lady would not take such a scene to heart?

Weishengqi called Weishengci to the study, still concerned that today's memorial ceremony would affect Weishengci. It would be better to talk to him more to prevent any unforeseen events from occurring

Lan Xiaochi said: "Yes, it is indeed very dangerous." There was no fear in her tone; on the contrary, it was laced with a gentle smile. Wei Shengjing fixed his gaze on her eyes, and Lan Xiaochi continued: "If it weren't for the rapid onset of the seven-day intoxication, I wouldn't be standing here talking to Brother Jing right now."

Lan Xiaochi had played all day and was already tired, so without waiting for him, she fell asleep after having dinner

By midnight, a sudden scream came from next door. Lan Xiaochi was startled awake; just as she sat up, the noise grew even louder.

Microbe nodded slightly, picked up the microbe porcelain, but suddenly felt a wave of confusion in his heart—where should he take him? Was it only to send him back to the stone prison?

Lan Xiaochi said: "In any case, it cannot be related to me, as I was only three years old when Madame Wei died. What prompted you to make such a decision? Was there not something that stimulated you back then? Hmm, could it be that the seven-year-old little Ci has already managed to defeat you?"

However, with his assistance, Wei Shengqi ultimately gained the upper hand. It is truly difficult to subdue a master like Wei Shengci without resorting to lethal force.

She sweetly called out to Brother Jing, while Wei Shengjing silently channeled his energy into his right palm and asked, "So what brings you here?"

Lan Xiaochi said: "It is said that the Wei Sheng family possesses a book titled 'The Classic of Meridians', which offers a remarkably intricate analysis of the meridians. My request is not high; I only wish to take a glance at it"

Weisheng Jing stepped forward to support her and said, "Mother, let us go."

The veins on Wei Shengjing's forehead bulged, and after a long while, he said: "Are you just going to take a look?"

The micro-ceramic still suckles at her tongue tip, which is sweet and carries a hint of mint flavor. It is very soft and smooth, and even in chaos, it is still very enjoyable

The micro-mirror turned its head and glanced at the cold cicada in the room, saying: "Remember your words"

Microbiome said: "Leave."

The breath of death approached in an instant, and she could not bear to imagine the consequences of a full-force strike from Wei Shengci landing on her body. In any case, her head would surely shatter like a watermelon