The Rebirth of an Orphan

Zhao Xihua buried his master under a big locust tree on a mountain outside Yuncheng, and invited monks from a nearby temple to perform a full set of rituals to help his soul to be reincarnated. The distant sound of chanting echoed on the empty hillside, making the scene seem even more desolate and sad.

Zhao Xihua knelt in front of the grave, the half-blackened fan bone in her hand pierced deeply into her palm, and the bright red blood dripped onto the withered grass.

Her face was gloomy. She didn't want to get entangled with those aristocratic families in this life. She just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life, but things in this world are unpredictable.

She gritted her teeth and said fiercely: "If that's the case, then I will have some fun with you. Master, you can go without worry. Blood debt must be paid with blood. One day I will use the blood of those who killed you to commemorate you.

Zhao Xihua returned to Huichuntang wearing heavy mourning clothes, and then fell asleep immediately. He slept soundly.

She felt as if she had been thrown into a huge furnace, and her whole body was burned by the flames, causing unbearable pain.

There were many people coming and going around her, sometimes they were people from her previous life, sometimes it was the blurry faces of her parents, and sometimes it was the kind face of her master. Suddenly, blood was coming out of all seven orifices and she was shouting for help.

"Ah--" Zhao Xihua suddenly woke up from the nightmare, "Sister? Wuuuu...you finally woke up." Pingshui cried with excitement. Ever since her sister buried Caiyun, she fell seriously ill and slept in a coma for three days and three nights. They were almost worried to death.

Thank God, he finally woke up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But when Zhao Xihua woke up, she felt as if her whole body was exhausted and very weak. This serious illness almost took away half of her life.

Pingshui was about to help Zhao Xihua get up when Uncle Lin's voice came from outside the door, "Is the young lady awake? The young master asked me to come over and take a look?"

Young Master? Hearing this title, she couldn't help but feel sad.

It was obvious that the master was murdered by someone, and in order to cover up his crime, that evil beast set fire to the entire nursing home, killing so many people.

She didn't know who did it, but one thing was very clear: this person must be a big shot, as he was able to plan such a bloody crime in Yuncheng and leave the people in the political and legal departments speechless.

Miss Nangong came to see her the day before her master passed away. Zhao Xihua happened to hear the conversation between her master and Miss Nangong. It was not difficult to hear that Miss Nangong liked her father and hated her mother.

Miss Nangong had just seen the master, and the master had an accident that night. She was a woman who came from the Presidential Palace, and she was also the adopted daughter of the Queen Mother and had married the Prince of Wu. If we were to find a murderer, Miss Nangong would be the biggest suspect.

But she happens to be the aunt of the eldest young master of the Sun family.

Sun Xiao has been very busy recently. He came to see her as soon as he heard the news today, but Zhao Xihua didn't want to see him now.

There was a hint of coldness in Zhao Xihua's eyes. Even though she and the young master had become estranged because of her master, she couldn't let her master be killed in vain.

She secretly swore in her heart that she would settle accounts with the Queen Mother in the Presidential Palace, Miss Nangong who enjoyed the treatment of a princess, and those who killed her parents.

However, if she wanted to find clues from Miss Nangong, she would have to go back to the Sun family. Thinking of this, Zhao Xihua felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She tried every means to escape from the cage of her previous life, but this time she had to go back again. She wanted revenge, and this was the only way at the moment.

Uncle Lin outside the door was waiting for Zhao Xihua's response and was getting a little anxious. The young master had been waiting outside for a long time, and he needed a reply no matter what.

Zhao Xihua said slowly: "Uncle Lin, go tell the young master that I thank him for his concern. I just have a cold and ask him not to worry. I need to rest now."

"Okay—" Uncle Lin was about to turn around to reply, but he didn't expect to hear hurried footsteps approaching.

Sun Xiao, who was wearing a beige casual suit, was already standing at the door of Zhao Xihua's room. He looked straight at Zhao Xihua in the room and smiled slightly, "Fourth Miss, are you feeling better?"

Zhao Xihua raised her eyes to look at the thin and tall man who was slowly walking towards her, and found that his handsome and clear face also had the shadow of Miss Nangong, and her heart sank suddenly.

Sun Xiao slowly sat down beside Zhao Xihua's bed, casually placed his hand on Zhao Xihua's forehead, a flash of distress in his eyes, and asked, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

His health is getting better and better, and he has started to practice martial arts again. Uncle Zhong, who is beside him, has gathered some of his father's former subordinates to help him practice and recover his skills. His complexion has been better recently, and he even has the calmness and domineering aura of a future head of the family.

But at this moment, the calluses on his palms caused by shooting practice touched Zhao Xihua's forehead, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Sun Xiao sensed something was wrong with Zhao Xi's painting, and quickly took his hand down. The fever had subsided, so he should be much better. Then he looked at Pingshui next to him. What did he mean? Was he asking Pingshui to go away and not disturb him?

Pingshui looked at Zhao Xihua and saw her nod, so he walked out of the room.

Sun Xiao and Zhao Xihua were the only ones left in the room. Zhao Xihua didn't want to speak because of the barrier in her heart. She just waited to see what Sun Xiao said before responding.

Sun Xiao looked at Zhao Xihua's haggard face and felt as if something was grabbing his heart. He didn't expect that what happened in the nursing home would devastate such a strong girl.

It's not like he had never seen Zhao Xihua sick or injured before. The last time she was nearly beaten to death by the Zhao family, the situation was much more dangerous than this time, but her face was always filled with determination. But this time she looked so haggard and desperate.

Sun Xiao pursed his lips, then suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and looked at Zhao Xihua and said, "I have heard some bad rumors about you recently."

Zhao Xihua smiled calmly: "Yes, I heard it all. They just said that I behaved indecently. Anyway, I don't care. Let them say whatever they want."

Sun Xiao looked at her indifference and said distressedly: "But all this is related to me."

What do you mean by related to him? Zhao Xihua looked at Sun Xiao in confusion.

"It's also my fault for not thinking it through at the time. You were so badly injured at the time, and I just wanted to find a quiet place for you to recover. I didn't expect to hurt you and become the target of gossip."