Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 298 Miss Luhuaxuan

After their analysis, the two of them basically narrowed down the target to the owner of the mansion and Miss Luhuaxuan.

Both Bai Ni and Ning Fusang felt that the latter was more likely.

After all, the poem points more towards Luhua Pavilion.

Ning Fusang nodded, and only after finding out Bai Ni's current identity did she part ways with her.

Neither of them held a high position in the household, but Bai Ni's situation was slightly better than Ning Fusang's.

She was a fourth-class maid in the flower room, named Shu Yan. Her job was to take care of the rare flowers in the flower room. She would only be sent by the nanny to deliver flowers when there was a shortage of manpower.

Ugly Sunflower was the lowest-ranking servant bought for one coin. He usually stayed in the woodshed and kitchen, so the black-faced old woman's cursing of him as a "worthless" servant was truly fitting.

Unable to find Qianyuan, Ning Fusang returned to the courtyard first.

The dark-faced old woman was only responsible for watching the kitchen and providing the water for the young lady's daily washing and bathing. These tasks were all done by Chou Kui. Whenever the dark-faced old woman had free time, she would go to other maids and servants in other courtyards to eat melon seeds and watch people play cards.

In fact, most of the other people in the courtyard disliked the dark-faced woman. After being upset outside, she would often take it out on Ugly Sunflower when she returned to the kitchen.

Seeing that the firewood in the yard hadn't been chopped, she widened her eyes and roared, "Ugly Sunflower! Where have you been all morning! I told you to chop firewood, and what have you been doing, just shirking your responsibilities?"

"Miss needs to take a bath tonight, but we don't have any firewood. When can we heat up some water?"

The dark-faced old woman glanced around, picked up a thick stick, and was about to make a move when Ning Fusang grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "Don't go too far."

Let alone an illusion, even in reality, Ning Fusang had never been treated like this, even in her most destitute moments.

Just because she doesn't bother with ants doesn't mean they can crawl on her face and trample on her.

Ning Fusang knew a lot, including the fatal weaknesses of the human body. Even without her current cultivation, killing a mortal would still be very easy for her.

The dark-faced old woman was stunned by her, swallowed hard twice, and gripped the wooden stick tightly in her hand, but Ning Fusang easily disarmed her.

She spun the wooden stick, creating a dazzling display that left the dark-faced woman stunned. The next instant, she received a solid blow to the leg.

The dark-faced old woman cried out in pain, pointing her finger at her, her lips trembling as she said, "You, you, you've gone too far!"

boom!
Another blow landed, and the dark-faced woman was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down her face.

The wooden stick flashed past her eyes, and she quickly said, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, Ugly Sunflower, this old woman will never dare to hit or scold you again..."

Ning Fusang picked up the axe from the ground and put it in her hand, saying, "Chop firewood."

The dark-faced old woman was a typical bully who preyed on the weak. After being hit twice, she became much more agreeable and obediently sat on the stool chopping wood, while Ning Fusang went to fetch water.

She still had to deliver the hot water to Luhuaxuan in the evening.

She only had this one opportunity to deliver water in the morning and evening, so Ning Fusang naturally didn't intend to let it pass by when she could go to Luhua Pavilion.

As for that dark-faced old woman, she was a dreamlike illusion, less than an ant, and Ning Fusang had no intention of arguing with her.

If she behaves herself, keeping her to chop wood will save me a lot of trouble. But if she continues to boss me around, Ning Fusang won't tolerate it.

In the evening, the hot water was ready. The dark-faced old woman had been chopping firewood all afternoon, and her back was almost aching. She thought that Ugly Sunflower would treat her like a beast of burden, just as she had treated him, but he hadn't mentioned bringing up the water.

When the time came, he carried the water bucket himself and went to Luhua Pavilion.

The dark-faced old woman rubbed her back, squinted her eyes, and then, as if thinking of something, spat, "A lowly wretch is a lowly wretch. Running to Luhua Pavilion so often, she's like a toad dreaming of a swan, what a pipe dream." Ning Fusang, of course, had no idea that the dark-faced old woman was cursing her behind her back. After she carried the water to the threshold of Luhua Pavilion, two maids told her to stop.

"How dare someone as lowly as you enter the young lady's boudoir? Wait here!"

After the two maids carried the wooden buckets into the house and poured out the water, one of them, with droopy eyes, came out with an empty bucket. "Go and fetch a few more buckets of water. The water gets cold quickly in winter, so hurry up."

Ning Fusang carried water back and forth six times, but still couldn't see even half a hem of the young lady's dress. It seemed he could only pin his hopes on Bai Ni.

She lowered her eyelids, waiting for the maid to return the bucket after pouring out the water.

"oops!"

From behind the screen came a soft gasp, and Ning Fusang heard the sound of water splashing on the ground. The maid had twisted her ankle, spilling most of the bucket of water.

Another maid came out to return the bucket, and there were large water stains on the hem of her skirt.

Ning Fusang calmly withdrew his gaze.

“The water just spilled, Ugly Sunflower, go and fetch another bucket of water.”

Ning Fusang took the wooden bucket, returned to the kitchen, and filled it again with water; it was noticeably heavier than before.

The two maids, lacking arm strength and with their ankles twisted, were unable to carry the wooden bucket into the house. Ning Fusang said, "I'll go get some water."

Her tone was flat, without any hint of flattery. The two maids were slightly taken aback, exchanged a glance, and the older one went inside but quickly came out again, saying, "Don't look around. Come out after you've poured the water, understand?"

Ning Fusang nodded, finally having the opportunity to enter Luhua Pavilion.

Her eyes didn't wander, but as her gaze shifted, the corner of her eye took in the layout of most of the room.

The room was decorated in a fresh and elegant style, with a painting on the wall depicting reeds and flying geese. Ning Fusang didn't have a chance to see the small characters inscribed on it clearly.

Ugly Sunflower's eyesight was, of course, far inferior to hers.

Inside the room, there was a six-panel screen, and a figure could be vaguely seen behind it. Ning Fusang thought to herself that it must be that young lady, but unfortunately, the screen was in the way, so she couldn't see her face.

After leaving the room, the maid warned, "You'd better keep your visit to Miss's boudoir to yourself. If I hear even a whisper of it, I'll have you beaten to death and thrown into a mass grave to feed the flies!"

Ning Fusang's words went in through his left ear and out through his right.

A soft, gentle voice came from inside the room: "Hong Su, don't blame him. He meant well."

The maid Hong Su gestured for Chou Kui to leave, then went inside. "Miss, it's inappropriate for a man like him to enter your boudoir. I was just giving him a warning."

The young lady from Luhua Pavilion said calmly, "He delivers water every day and has never offended me. I trust him."

The maid remained silent.

Back in the woodshed, Ning Fusang pondered the matter of the young lady from Luhua Pavilion. Judging from her voice, she seemed like a kind person, but could the image of flies buzzing around blood and reeds scattered on her fingers truly be her?
What obsessions could a young lady confined to her chambers possibly have?
Moreover, judging from her tone, Ning Fusang didn't sense any resentment or pent-up emotions.

Forget it, someone of her status wouldn't be able to have a heart-to-heart talk with the young lady of Luhua Pavilion. Let Bai Ni handle it.

Ning Fusang hadn't forgotten that besides her and Bai Ni Qianyuan, there were also demons who had entered the illusion array. It would be best to kill them within the illusion.

It can be said that the two sides share the same view on this matter.