Not long after a certain troublesome little girl, the Flame Immortal, had used an excuse to smack her disciple-granddaughter Xiao Cui'er on the bottom, Mo Caihuan—who should have been busy making dinner in the kitchen—hurriedly set down her pots and pans, untied her apron, and rushed outside to the bamboo grove.
Right after her came Jin Xiaoli, who had leaped out of the lotus pond.
Last came Xiao Cui'er, tears in her eyes and a hand clamped over her rear, fleeing the hall as if for her life.
The three of them hurried, one after another, out through the courtyard gate and toward the bamboo grove, the pavilion, and the place where Xiao Zhen and his granddaughter usually lived.
"She's..."
"!!"
"Is that Miss Chen Qiaoqian from Yellow Maple Valley?!"
"It is!!"
Soon, with Old Master Xiao Zhen leading the way, Mo Caihuan, Jin Xiaoli, and Xiao Cui'er entered a guest room in the bamboo building that had only recently been built beside the pavilion. When they saw the woman lying unconscious on the bed, her body covered in gruesome bloodstains, all three cried out in alarm.
"Hiss~!"
Perhaps she had moved too suddenly and pulled something. Xiao Cui'er, her eyelashes still wet, suddenly gritted her teeth and sucked in a breath.
"??"
"Cui'er."
"What's wrong with you...?"
At that moment, Old Master Xiao Zhen, following behind them, caught sight of his well-behaved granddaughter standing there with a strange grimace. Perplexed, he hurried over to ask what was wrong, carefully reaching out to support her.
"Ow!"
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"Grandpa!"
"Stay away from me!"
"Go away!"
But just as Xiao Zhen approached, he seemed to have touched something while trying to comfort her. Xiao Cui'er cried out in pain, grimaced, and waved him away.
"??"
Seeing that his granddaughter