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She walked towards the tray, picked up the tools on it, and heavily made her way to the Golden Python.
The Golden Python looked at the pair of black boots that stopped in front of it, awkwardly shifting its massive body to lie on its back, seemingly prepared and waiting for them to extract its gallbladder.
The figure in black felt an overwhelming sense of regret in his eyes, but he squatted down, aimed carefully, gritted his teeth, and brought the knife down.
"Jiao Jiao, stop!"
Suddenly, a chill swept across her wrist as Shen Muhan's cold voice rang out. Jiao Jiao felt a numbness in her wrist, and the sharp knife clattered to the ground.
She stared at Shen Muhan in surprise, biting her lip. After a long moment, she finally shouted, "Do you know that if this continues, you will die?"
"I am a doctor; I know what to do. Leave," Shen Muhan replied without looking up. He glanced at the equally confused Golden Python before leaning against the wall, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, dismissing Jiao Jiao.
The woman named Jiao Jiao stomped her feet in anger.
"Otherwise, go back to him."
Shen Muhan did not open his eyes but calmly uttered a sentence that made Jiao Jiao tremble all over. At the same time, his face lost all color as he looked at Shen Muhan with a complex mix of worry and concern. Ultimately, she activated the switch for the stone door and quietly left...
Three months later.
Xia Muxin drifted through the longest three months of her life like a wandering soul. During these three months, she had lost a lot of weight and visited the places where she had parted from Shen Muhan every day—either the cave of the Golden Python or other locations. No matter how many times she went or when she went, she ultimately found nothing.
Ming Yi and his brothers had been almost inseparable from her for protection during these three months but could only follow from a distance, not daring to get too close.
The weather grew colder, and today marked the joyous occasion of the Xia Family's move to their new home.
Aunt Xia's belly had swollen to the size of a ball, and everyone speculated it was a boy. However, Aunt Xia and her husband were not overly concerned about the gender; they only wished for the child to be born safely and grow up healthy.
Shen Muhan's departure left Xia Muxin in a daze, and she faced quite a bit of gossip as well.
Zhou Cailian's belly had also grown, and it was said that she would marry Feng Liulang at the end of this month, on the same day as Xia Tieshu's wedding.
The gossip from the Yu family spread like wildfire, tarnishing Xia Muxin's reputation. After all, her relationship with Shen Muhan was well-known, yet he had inexplicably vanished without a trace. With no sign of him for such a long time, rumors circulated in the village that he was a young master from a noble family who would never be allowed to marry a country girl like her.
Xia Muxin felt powerless to argue and had no desire to do so; all she wanted was for her family to be safe and sound.
Early that morning, the household was bustling with activity. Village chief Yang Dadong bought a long string of firecrackers and set them off at the entrance of Xia Muxin's new home.
The five-story building was a first for the village.
Villagers arrived early to witness the festivities.
Many villagers also brought firecrackers to set off at the entrance.
After all, thanks to the Xia Family, everyone had earned quite a bit of silver, enough to last them for half a year if they saved carefully.
Children who hadn't had new clothes in ages were finally able to see new winter clothes these days.
Everyone wondered when Muxin would lead them in another grand venture.
Though she was heartbroken, life had to go on. Xia Muxin knew Shen Muhan was still alive; she just didn't understand why he hadn't come to see her for so long—was it because his injuries were too severe or something else?
At that moment, she wandered alone in her three acres of thin fields.
The fields were lush and green, filled with white radishes, carrots, garlic, napa cabbage, lettuce, celery, but most abundant were the rapeseed plants.
These were all the things she had planted to keep herself busy while missing Shen Muhan and Golden Python. Every inch of this land had been dug up by her own hands with a hoe. There was even a month when she rushed to Daimiao Mountain, working tirelessly in this very soil, which made Aunt Xia and her husband feel heartbroken.
However, no matter how they tried to comfort her, she remained stubbornly set in her ways.
“Ming Yi, do you think it will snow this year?”
Standing in the lush vegetable garden, Xia Muxin glanced down at the vibrant green beneath her feet before lifting her gaze to the distant Daimiao Mountain, asking the question almost to herself.
Ming Yi was not far behind her. Hearing Xia Muxin's question caught him off guard. In truth, he had only seen their master once since that incident, and he hadn’t seen him again after that.
Ming Peng and the others had been secretly investigating for a long time; they even went to the base, and Xiao Yan had been inquiring everywhere, but there had been no news of their master.
Yet, he often spun lies to deceive Xia Muxin, telling her where their master had recently been, how his injuries were healing, and that he would come to see her soon.
Xia Muxin seemed to take his words to heart.
When he saw their master that one time, he was asked to convey a message to Xia Muxin: the day it snowed would be the day he returned.
He knew that ever since winter began, Xia Muxin had been eagerly anticipating the snowfall.
“Miss Muxin, it's cold outside. We should head back.”
After a long silence, Ming Yi did not directly answer Xia Muxin's question. He noticed that rain had begun to fall from the sky without him realizing it; the biting cold wind made him look at Xia Muxin's frail figure for a moment before he reluctantly spoke.
Protecting Miss Muxin's safety was his only mission at that moment; he could not let their master down.
Moreover, it wouldn’t be easy for Ming Lie to reclaim his country. He believed that after the battle, Ming Lie’s injuries were no less severe than their master's. Therefore, there was no need to worry about him returning anytime soon.
“Ming Yi, you should go back first. I want to be alone for a while.”
Xia Muxin's voice was somewhat hoarse, and her hair was already damp with rain. The cold wind howled around her as she stood there in the freezing green expanse, resembling a painting that one would hesitate to mar with any imperfection.
Ming Yi heard this and stepped back a good distance, standing quietly to wait.
"Color Lotus, your mother can't bear to part with you. Look at that child, Liulang. He’s so sensible; in just a few months, his grades have improved tremendously. Even Master praises him as a pillar of talent. You mustn't be like your elder sister, who forgets her family once she has a husband. Your mother raised you all with great difficulty."
The voice of You Shi carried over from afar. Ming Yi glanced over and saw Zhou Cailian wearing a large floral coat, a scarf wrapped around her neck, leaving only her eyes visible.
You Shi wore a particularly proud smile on her face, holding Zhou Cailian's hand with one hand while carrying a basket with the other, chatting as they walked.
"Mother, how could Cailian be like elder sister? It's just that Second Sister..."
Zhou Cailian seemed to be in good spirits. When You Shi mentioned Feng Liulang, happiness radiated from her brows. She playfully glanced at You Shi and shyly spoke. However, as the conversation shifted, her slightly plump face turned melancholic.
Feng Liulang's grades had skyrocketed, and Feng San Niang brought this up every day, boasting to everyone she met. From the village head to the village end, no one was unaware of it.
Although Feng San Niang was sharp-tongued and bitter, people couldn’t help but feel envy and jealousy; after all, who wouldn’t want someone in their family to achieve great things and gain respect?
Meanwhile, Xia Muxin hadn’t accomplished anything significant in the past three months. Due to certain reasons, whether it was making bricks, firing kilns, or building houses, she hadn’t been called upon for work, leading others to develop biases against her.
With the Wu family and the Feng family constantly gossiping about her being abandoned by Shen Muhan, rumors spread like wildfire.
The innocent remained innocent while the guilty remained guilty; Xia Muxin never paid any attention to it.
"Mother, look! Isn’t that Muxin sister? What’s wrong with her?"
In the midst of their conversation, Zhou Cailian shifted the topic to Xia Muxin.
"Shh..." Upon hearing this, You Shi lowered her gaze and cautiously glanced at Ming Yi, who stood like a statue. She then pulled Zhou Cailian away for some distance in the direction of Xia Muxin.
"Cailian, did you not see that icy face? The Wang family received reliable news that the one surnamed Shen is afraid that this stubborn girl will come knocking on their door again. So they’ve left that icy face here to keep an eye on her. Their family is well-off; he’s a young master who gets tired of playing with such wild girls. Some people want to soar high and become phoenixes; I think that's just daydreaming."
"Hehe... Mother, it's better to be practical in life. Just like Liulang; he’s responsible. Today he even pressed his belly against mine and talked to the baby."
The mother and daughter sang in perfect harmony, as if performing a duet.
Their voices were not small, yet they fell entirely into Xia Muxin's ears.
Xia Muxin curled her lips into a slight smile, pretending not to hear.
The overlooked You Clan Mother and Daughter were infuriated by Xia Muxin's calm demeanor, their teeth grinding in frustration.
When it came to thick skin, no one could compare to Xia Muxin. No matter what others said or how badly her reputation was tarnished, she only revealed her ordinary and fragile side when she was alone with her emotions. In front of others, she was always the energetic Xia Muxin.
Suddenly, Xia Muxin felt a chill on her forehead, making her body tremble slightly.
She couldn't help but lift her gaze to the sky. As she did, a genuine smile appeared on her face for the first time in three months.
She stretched out her hands to catch the falling snowflakes and shouted loudly towards the distance:
"Uncle, it's snowing!"
- End of Chapter -
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