The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

Hua Ye, feeling relieved, cleaned himself up, ate less, and seemed to feel a lot lighter.

She was wearing a crimson riding suit, and her long, shiny black hair, which almost dragged on the ground, was tied into a high ponytail with a silver-white hair crown.

Hua Ye felt light and pulled out the soft sword from the pangolin-made belt around his waist. The sword was still as sharp as ever.

The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing and flashed with cold light. It was particularly dazzling in the sunlight and was frightening.

Xu Zhi thought she would show off her sword skills, so he sat on the stone chair and waited quietly, but there was no movement.

Hua Ye just shook it and put it back into his belt, as if he would not draw his sword until he saw blood.

"It's been almost a day, why hasn't Sister Wutong come to see you?"

She didn't realize that her words were sour and made Xuzhi very unhappy, and he just stared at her.

"Today's meals were prepared by Xu Fu. There is no reason for her to come to my bedroom again."

"Can that Xu Fu guy cook?"

Hua Ye put one foot on the stone pier and put on his tiger-skin boots with auspicious patterns more tightly. After tying one foot, he changed to the other one.

"You are enjoying your meal, aren't you? He often hangs around Wutong, and he has learned most of Wutong's cooking skills."

Xuzhi just sat there, drinking his tea quietly, his tone flat without much ups and downs, as if what he was saying was unimportant.

"Sister Wutong, are you sick? I'll go check it out!"

She turned around gracefully, throwing her hair high up, making her figure look more slender and her curvy figure appear even more perfect.

Her figure has developed again, becoming more and more feminine, and it is impossible to take your eyes off her under the golden sunlight.

She easily flew along the cliff foothold and landed steadily in front of the gate of Wutong Garden in less than a quarter of an hour.

The yard was eerily quiet. There used to be bees buzzing around collecting nectar and colorful butterflies of all kinds landing on the flowers in the yard.

But today there was not a single shadow to be seen, and the flowers seemed to have withered and drooped sickly.

The room was also quiet. Hua Ye held his breath and slowly pushed open the door cautiously. He tentatively stuck his head out, but was immediately retracted by an object that flashed by so quickly.

All I could hear was Wutong inside yelling, "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

What happened? Did I miss something important? Did Xu Fu do something to displease Sister Wu Tong again?

Hua Ye asked three questions in his mind and quickly closed the door. As soon as he turned around, he saw Xu Fu hiding outside the courtyard gate with a helpless look on his face.

His ears were slightly red, and he felt uneasy inside. There were two lingering blushes on both sides of his cheeks, giving him the look of a real husband.

Did something intimate happen between them? Did he force himself on her?

Hua Ye looked at Xu Fu from head to toe and from toe to head in disbelief, and signaled to him with his eyes: You'd better explain what exactly happened between you and Sister Wutong?

"Then come here!" Xu Fu stretched out his finger and hooked it, lowering his voice and moving his lips as he spoke softly.

Hua Ye walked over without hesitation, grabbed his chest pocket with one hand, dragged him to the holy pool a mile away from the Wutong courtyard gate, and asked angrily.

"Tell me what you did to displease Sister Wutong again, and this time it's more serious than before?"

"This……"

"Hard to say?"

"How can I say this?"

Xu Fu hesitated and answered the questions in a halting manner, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

It was not until Hua Ye saw the red mark on his neck that her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock and she felt a little embarrassed.

She let go and thought about her words in her heart. How should she ask clearly about the matter in the boudoir?

After half a minute, she suddenly asked, "Did you force her?"

Xu Fu was so frightened by her words of coercion that he broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but touch his forehead and then shook his head desperately.

"No! She didn't push me away again...she must have agreed."

Hua Ye suddenly remembered the faint smell of wine he smelled when he opened Wutong's door, and he blamed her without any concealment.

"As expected, fine wine can be detrimental to both you and yourself. Now that the matter is settled, and you're thick-skinned enough anyway, you can only cling to it with all your might..."

Hua Ye shook his head, patted his shoulder, and disappeared on the spot with a difficult expression.