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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Seventy-Two: The First Arrival of Aunt Flo (Available Tomorrow)
Kong Xuan opened the door, and outside, the night was deep and dark. Shadows moved in the wind, swaying branches of the Old Osmanthus Tree. Shu Que Wu Pan.
Kong Xuan's heart raced, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. It must be Lang Ye; something must have happened to him. Kong Xuan regretted letting him go out alone. Without hesitation, he stepped into the rain.
Tang Zisu woke up, stirred by pain.
The dim light filtered into her eyes, and Softy's face was oddly divided by the flickering light.
Tang Zisu weakly grasped Softy's hand, groaning, "It hurts so much, Softy. I'm in so much pain."
"High Priestess, where does it hurt? I'll go get Mr. Dongfang right away."
"It's my stomach... no, it's my waist... actually, both my stomach and waist hurt. It feels like something inside is about to fall out. Softy, where's that bastard Kong Xuan?"
"I didn't see him. When I came back, you were just lying on the couch. Oh, and I didn't see Ahei either."
"I wasn't sleeping; I was fainting! That bastard Kong Xuan knocked me out. Help me sit up."
Softy reached out to help Tang Zisu sit up and asked in confusion, "Why? Is he possessed or something?"
Tang Zisu straightened her back and said angrily, "He's not possessed; he's perfectly clear-headed. He's been deceiving us all along. Actually, he..." Suddenly, a warm flow surged from Tang Zisu's body, sticky against her legs.
Tang Zisu sat there in shock for a moment before scrambling to her feet. However, as soon as she moved, another warm flow escaped from that hidden place.
The slap from Kong Xuan was incredibly powerful, leaving me unable to take care of my lower body, paralyzed. I won't let this go!
Tang Zisu lifted the blanket and shook her skirt, revealing bloodstains on the blue floral mat. Some had dried to a dark brown, while others were still bright red. Tang Zisu was terrified, feeling cold all over. Damn it, am I dying? I'm even peeing blood!
Softy held up a lamp to illuminate Tang Zisu's pale face and reached out to lift her skirt.
Tang Zisu pressed down with her hand, "Softy, what are you doing?"
"High Priestess, you've finally got Aunt Flo!"
"Aunt Flo? You mean my period? Damn it, how could a man like me have something so disgusting?" Tang Zisu was agitated, clutching her stomach tightly as if trying to push the blood back inside.
Since crossing over, Tang Zisu had been living cautiously, holding onto the hope of returning to her own world. But one blow after another kept coming, and now Aunt Flo arrived to clearly tell her that she was a woman, the priestess of Peacock Valley, and she had to accept it. How could this not be the last straw that broke the camel's back?
"High Priestess, calm down and listen to me. Aunt Flo isn't something to be afraid of; all women experience it. I do too! Although it's a bit troublesome once a month and can be painful, it's a sign of maturity for women who can bear children."
As Softy said this, she regretted it immediately, almost biting her tongue. Why did she have to mention childbirth? A priestess dedicates her life to Buddha and cannot marry.
"No, no! Softy, you don't understand! I'm not a woman; I'm a man—different from you! I want to go home! I don't want to stay in this world filled with deceit where nothing is human or beast! I want to go home!"
Tang Zisu felt so cold and tired. She buried her head in the quilt, pretending to create a safe space in the darkness. Her muffled cries only made Softy more at a loss.
Softy patted Tang Zisu's back gently and comforted her, "Tang Zisu, it's your first time experiencing Aunt Flo; it's normal to be scared. I cried when I first came at fourteen too, but you get used to it over time. Stop crying; I'll find some white cotton cloth and clean clothes for you and make some red bean and jujube soup. Just listen!"
Tang Zisu's cries grew louder. Softy was at a loss about whether to stay or leave, anxiously wringing her hands.
Kong Xuan walked in with wet clothes, and Softy, seeing a savior, hurriedly pulled Kong Xuan aside and said, "Divine Maiden, you have to talk to High Priestess. She was scared to tears by Aunt Flo."
Kong Xuan was cold and wet, and the wound on his back had soaked through with water, causing more blood to seep out. He felt just as miserable as someone experiencing their period. Seeing Tang Zisu curled up crying only added to his frustration, so he completely misunderstood what Softy was saying, thinking that Tang Zisu was crying because of him.
Thus, a beautiful misunderstanding was born.
Kong Xuan closed his eyes and said to Softy, "You go out first; I need to talk to her."
Softy quickly agreed and went to find some white cloth to make soup.
Kong Xuan weakly rubbed his forehead and said, "You know it already, so why cry like this?"
Seriously, an unkind scoundrel should be dragged out and shot for three minutes. Shouldn't one treat a woman gently when she is going through such a time?
Tang Zisu continued to bury herself in the blanket like an ostrich, turning her back to Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan couldn't help but feel angry. He reached out and pulled Tang Zisu out: "I'm talking about you! What are you pretending for? Have you never seen such an ungrateful woman?"
Ming Wang's wisdom struck a chord with Tang Zisu. She stood up on the bed and looked down at Kong Xuan with disdain.
"You are the woman; your whole family is made up of women. No, you are a transgender person, an Old Demon. Kong Xuan, Peacock King, why did you come back here? Is there anything in our little Shrine that you haven't taken? Are you not done knocking me out time after time? Do you just want to eat, sleep, and play all day long? Am I just your toy?"
Kong Xuan wiped the spit that had splattered on his face and frowned: "You remember everything?"
"Yes, I remember, I remember you hitting me, I remember you erasing my memories, Kong Xuan. You are a demon and I am a human; why do you come to bully us kind-hearted humans when you have plenty to eat? Kong Xuan, what do you really want?"
The flame of the oil lamp flickered in the wind, casting shadows in the dim silence where no one spoke. The rain fell harder, drowning out their heavy breaths.
Kong Xuan's silence only made Tang Zisu feel more wronged and angry. She suddenly said coldly, "I know why you don't want to speak; it's for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva—no, it's for his Limitless True Body Light Eye Woman. Three hundred years ago, wasn't it for her that you ruined the entire demon realm?"
Congratulations, High Priestess. Although your words are filled with jealousy, they successfully hit Ming Wang's sore spot!
Kong Xuan's expression changed as he raised his right hand high...
Tang Zisu sneered, "Do you want to hit me again? It would be easier for you, Ming Wang, to kill me than to crush an ant. Instead of knocking me out repeatedly, it would be quicker to just slap me dead. But even if you kill me, it won't change your fate of being played by a woman and sealed away."
"You..." Kong Xuan gritted his teeth as he looked at Tang Zisu, his pale face framed by dark brows and lashes, with two flames of anger burning in his large eyes. This version of Tang Zisu could not be compared to the calm Light Eye; yet her inherent pride could not be ignored either. Kong Xuan sighed deeply and stormed out.
The strong wind made the door creak ominously. Outside was a curtain of cold rain that made Tang Zisu shiver suddenly; her heated mind cleared up significantly. She tried to pierce through the heavy rain curtain to find Kong Xuan's figure.
Everything was in chaos—she was not a man, Kong Xuan was not a woman; she was not a priestess, and Kong Xuan was not Xuan Xuan. Yet the days spent together and his selfless rescue during critical moments were vividly etched in her heart. She could even close her eyes and hear the sound of Zhu Yan Copper Mirror tearing through Kong Xuan's skin and smell the blood flowing from his body. Wasn't he the Peacock King? Wasn't he omnipotent? No, Horse Abdomen said he had lost his powers; he was just like a mortal who could feel pain and bleed. But why did he save me?
Unable to make sense of it all, Tang Zisu felt a surge of warmth in her heart and rushed into the rain without putting on her shoes.
The rain was so heavy; he was still injured from saving me! I need to find him and go home!
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