Chapter 6: The Coming Person

However, now the master unexpectedly wants to investigate a woman. I need to find out who this woman is, but I have to hurry back to Qinglong and Zhuque to play dice and see if the master is interested in this woman.

Xuanpo suddenly thought that Qinglong and Zhuque must have lost miserably, and then a pile of silver would be wasted at will.

Qin Jiran kicked Xuanpo's butt and said slowly, "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up."

Xuanpo ran like the wind. If he didn't run, he would definitely not be able to keep his butt safe.

When Duan Gexi returned to the White Egret nunnery, Dianlan was already very anxious. Seeing Duan Gexi return, she forced herself to show concern, "Miss, where did you go alone?"

Duan Gexi must not have any trouble now, otherwise, she would not be able to explain to Lü Yueshu at all.

Duan Gexi revealed a piece of tender yellow bamboo shoot from behind her hand.

Dianlan saw the bamboo shoot and was ecstatic, but then became puzzled and asked, "Miss, where did you get this? Tell me, I want to pick some too."

Duan Gexi's hand was slightly injured, with green herbal water on it. If Dianlan really cared about her, she would definitely ask about her concerns first.

But Dianlan's expression showed no concern at all. Perhaps she didn't see it at all, or maybe she was jealous of Duan Gexi's hands and wished for them to be destroyed.

Duan Gexi withdrew her last bit of kindness towards Dianlan. If Dianlan didn't cherish the relationship between master and servant, she would not show any mercy to Dianlan either.

Duan Gexi wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, "It's not far from here, about a kilometer up the slope from the northwest corner, there is a patch of bamboo shoots growing very well."

Bamboo shoots are a good thing. They might not be valued in the Prime Minister's mansion, but the food at the White Egret nunnery was extremely poor, and they hardly ever saw meat.

These days, Dianlan was quite greedy. She used to live a good life and could often freeload food and drink from Jingxian. If she could pick some bamboo shoots, dry some shoots, or soak them in a jar of vinegar, they would be delicious dishes.

But it was almost dark now, and they couldn't climb the slope.

Suppressing her excitement, Dianlan urged Duan Gexi to rest and sleep well for the night, and then go out to pick bamboo shoots as soon as it was light.

Repeatedly, every time they went up, they could pick a lot of bamboo shoots, tender and lovely.

Dianlan was busy, and Duan Gexi was happy to help, drying and pickling the bamboo shoots.

Half a month later, shocking news came. Dianlan had died, and her death was very suspicious, as if she had been attacked by some animal and died on the spot.

And she died at the place where she was picking bamboo shoots.

Duan Gexi sighed deeply, "Dianlan, Dianlan, don't blame me for being ruthless. In the previous life, you helped Duan Youxi too much and harmed me too much. Besides, I want to return to the Duan family. I can't do it without sacrificing you. If there is another life, I hope you won't be my maid by my side."

Revenge starts with you.

The most anxious and sad person after Dianlan's death was Jingxian. Several nuns said that Jingxian locked herself in her room and refused to eat or drink, deeply grieving for Dianlan's death.

Grieving?

Duan Gexi looked at the wild chrysanthemums outside the door, swaying in the breeze like little elves. She felt a bit of a desire to laugh.

Jingxian was not concerned about Dianlan, but about herself. Both she and Dianlan were people of Lü Yueshu. When something happened to Dianlan, she naturally couldn't keep it from the Duan family, which was something she had to do.

Two days later, a delicate nun named Alu rushed into Duan Gexi's room in a fluster, wanting to say something, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

Duan Gexi sat on the stool, her back straight, and smiled slightly, "Alu, has someone from the Prime Minister's family come?"

Alu was astonished, "Miss Duan, how did you know?"

Duan Gexi folded her hands on her abdomen and said calmly, "The Duan family would definitely welcome visitors, so why wasn't I informed? I was kept in the dark."

Lü Yueshu didn't want Duan Gexi to return home. In the previous life, Duan Gexi was seriously ill and had to return home for treatment.

But now, Lü Yueshu had not received any news of Duan Gexi being ill, so she naturally hoped that Duan Gexi would stay here as long as possible, because out of sight, out of mind, and because the blood flowing in Duan Gexi's veins was that of Xia Yu.

Until one day, when they had to send a few guide stones from the Duan family to the sons of the elderly emperor, they would think of Duan Gexi.

Alu was not as superficial as Dianlan. She had a bit more kindness and cleverness. She said, "Miss Duan, this place is not suitable for you. I know Miss Duan is not an ordinary person. You will definitely find a way to escape from here. I have to leave after delivering this message. It wouldn't be good if other nuns found out about my private contact with you."

So Alu turned and left.

Duan Gexi sincerely said, "Alu, if I go out, can you stay by my side?"

Alu was a very good girl.

But according to the rules of the White Egret nunnery, nuns were not allowed to have any contact with the young lady, unless the abbess was present, or when many people were present.

Even so, Alu had secretly brought some food to Duan Gexi a few times.

An eye for an eye, a favor for a favor.

Alu stopped in her tracks, turned around, and her round eyes were full of joy. She quickly nodded and ran off.

Duan Ge Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Yue Shu would definitely have someone by her side, she couldn't let others control her. She needed her own people on the way back to the capital.

Duan Ge Xi glanced back lightly, her eyes shimmering with a hint of emotion, murmuring to herself, "Bailu An, I, Duan Ge Xi, bid farewell."

And so, she walked away in the faint sunlight.

At the entrance of Bailu An, there were many guards in their uniforms, holding swords with an imposing manner.

Duan Ge Xi's gaze wandered inch by inch, finally locking onto a middle-aged man in official attire, Lu Song. It had been many years since they last met, and he was well.

Lu Song was the magistrate of Jingzhao, and the guards were from the Jingzhao Yamen. Lu Song was Duan Ge Xi's "uncle" from her previous life, and Lu Yue Shu's younger brother, and also Lu Yue Shu's confidant.

Duan Ge Xi smiled faintly, her voice not too loud but just enough for everyone present to hear. Her voice was as gentle as a floating cloud, ethereal as if coming from another world, "Uncle."

Everyone was stunned, and Jingxian Master was very puzzled. How could she come here without Duan Ge Xi knowing?

Lu Song saw a slender and graceful woman, with a charming smile, walking lightly, as if she were a spirit who had been practicing in the mountains for a long time. She wore a mud-gold cloud-patterned skirt that seemed to have been washed countless times, with frayed edges and several inches shorter than before. It was clearly the same skirt from three years ago.