The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

175 So Beautiful

Eh?

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the white paper covered in creases.

Since that girl had specially ordered her maidservant to deliver a letter to him, it meant that she was afraid of death and did not dare to come herself.

He originally thought that the other party was using this little trick to attract his attention and beg for mercy.

However, there were only two simple words written on this paper:

Diverting misfortune.

The handwriting was neat and strong.

There was both the beauty and gracefulness unique to women, as well as a confident and unhurried aura.

That subtle contradiction was evident in those words.

Young Master Xia’s indifferent gaze lingered on these few words on the paper, and the smile on his lips became more thoughtful.

Those words seemed to mean something, as if the other party had seen through his intentions for this trip.

Due to his pause, even the old man and the servant were shocked. They could not help but look at the paper in Young Master Xia’s hand.

“Young Master Xia.” Juan Bi’s almost broken voice came from outside the window again. “Our lady said that she has met you once at Tianyin Pavilion, and that it’s fate to meet again.”

Young Master Xia finally reacted and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He never cared too much about people who were destined to die. He had only casually glanced at her just now and only remembered that her face was hidden in the hood of her cloak.

Thinking of Tianyin Pavilion, a bloody scene flashed across his mind one day.

It was she—the girl who had saved Imperial Duke Wei with her profound medical skills.

She actually recognized him?

A glint flashed across Young Master Xia’s eyes as he casually crumpled the white paper into a ball. When he threw it out, the white paper had already turned into countless pieces of paper that rolled together with the snow.

He strolled in the direction of the gate.

The old man and the servant were stunned. They originally thought that the young master would not care about this little maidservant at all, but they did not expect him to actually take action. It seemed that he planned to meet the owner of this manor.

The old man hesitated for a moment. Just as Young Master Xia was about to step out of the door, he asked cautiously, “Young Master, should we…” Follow the plan?

Before he could finish, the young man interrupted him.

“Go on.”

The two words were light, but colder than the wind and snow outside.

He meant to continue the plan.

A cold killing intent flashed across the old man’s eyes. His sharp gaze shot accurately through the open window to Juan Bi in the snow outside.

Young Master Xia opened the tung oil umbrella again and walked towards Juan Bi in the snow.

The wind and snow were so strong that they seemed capable of blowing people up, but his footsteps were extremely safe and leisurely, as if he was walking in the wind and drizzle of Jiangnan.

The slender hand holding the handle of the tung oil umbrella was so stable that the umbrella did not sway at all.

Seeing that Young Master Xia had come out, Juan Bi’s originally suspended heart relaxed. Her hands, which were hidden in her cloak, were already sweating.

Her lady had said that the first step would depend on whether Young Master Xia was willing to see the words on the paper crane.

As long as he read it, she would say the second sentence on the silent count of three.

The second step was to see if Young Master Xia was willing to come out.

As long as he was willing to come out, there was room for negotiation.

Juan Bi watched without blinking as the other party approached in her direction. He was clearly smiling, but she felt an invisible sense of oppression.

When the other party was 10 feet away, Juan Bi swallowed and reached out to gesture. She pointed out of the courtyard and said, “Young master, our lady is waiting for you in the pavilion.”

Her voice was trembling, and even her raised hand was trembling slightly. For some reason, it was as if a cold wind had blown through her body. There was an instinctive fear deep in her heart that made her want to run.

After walking out of the courtyard, they walked straight southeast along a stone path. It was a small pavilion built beside a few green bamboos.

Juan Bi tried to follow, but a ghostly figure blocked her way.

The gray-robed elder with silver hair had a thin face that was shaped like withered bamboo. He placed one arm in front of Juan Bi. His old eyelids drooped weakly, and a cold light shot towards Juan Bi like lightning.

Juan Bi took half a step back in fear. Her legs felt weak under her cloak, and the uneasy feeling of being targeted by a wild beast came back.

Her hand shook, and the candle flame in the lantern flickered even more violently. Light and shadow danced rapidly, illuminating the old man’s lean face with some ferocity.

Young Master Xia walked over slowly, his steps carrying a strange rhythm. His blood-red cuffs were blown by the wind, dancing in the night like raging flames.

Gu Yanfei stood behind the stone table in the pavilion and looked at him intently.

Or rather, she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at his luck.

It had only been a short while, but the scarlet air lingering around his body had actually become even redder and richer, as if the flowing blood was about to drip out.

Legend had it that the Red Spider Lily on the other side of the Netherworld used blood as nutrients to be so beautiful and achieve beauty that did not belong to the mortal world.

“How beautiful.”

Gu Yanfei stared at the scarlet luck around him and sighed sincerely.

Her voice was not loud, but Young Master Xia, who had just reached the pavilion, still heard her.

He paused in the act of putting away the umbrella before continuing to put it away. His handsome face was slightly to the side, and the soft light from the pavilion shone on his face, outlining his beautiful side profile.

His long and slightly raised eyebrows curled into a charming arc.

No one had ever dared to say such a thing in front of him.

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He gently shook the umbrella, and the snowflakes on it scattered like countless crystal beads. The transparent ice crystals reflected a bloody light under his red clothes.