Chapter 75: Where in the World is Such a Battle Scene? - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 75: Where in the World is Such a Battle Scene? Great Zhou Dynasty, border region. This place, once inhospitable due to its bitter cold, was uninhabitable by ordinary people. Yet, a hundred years ago, the Xiao family arrived here. With advanced technologies, they transformed this desolate icebound land into a thriving city. Goods flowed in and out daily, along with all sorts of contraband. Inside the city lord's mansion. A beautiful young girl gazed absentmindedly at the plum blossoms in the courtyard. At this moment. Time seemed to stand still. “Am I really back?” Xiao Huang quietly observed her surroundings, everything seemed both foreign and familiar. She woke from sleep. Has she returned to thirty years ago? Tears welled up in Xiao Huang's eyes. If this was true, did it mean that her dear Su had not yet died? And her father was still alive? She wanted to confirm it. Immediately, she dashed to the front courtyard of the city lord's mansion, where soldiers were practicing vigorously. Xiao Ding, the city's highest authority, stood on the observation platform, looking pleased with the scene. When he saw Xiao Huang running from the back to the front courtyard, he immediately shouted. “Huang’er, go back!” “This is not a place for you!” Upon hearing the familiar reprimand, tears streamed down Xiao Huang's face... … Great Song, Linjiang City, Linjiang Spring Tavern. At this moment, Su Mo walked over, unaware of Guo Lin's distress. “What's wrong, Second Miss?” Guo Lin suddenly turned. Her face was wet, indistinguishable whether it was rain or tears. She pointed to the clothes in the wooden tub. "What's going on with these clothes?" Noticing her unusual demeanor, and the pinpricks on her index finger, Su Mo cautiously spoke, unsure of what had happened. “That Heroine Xu came by this morning, with her clothes all drenched. She gave me ten taels of silver, had a meal, took a hot bath, and changed into dry clothes.” Guo Lin suddenly felt much relieved at Su Mo’s words. Yet she still couldn’t help but mutter softly. “She’s here again…” Proudly, Su Mo tossed the silver in his hand. “This is a god of wealth.” “Are you hungry? We just steamed some buns; they’re still warm under the cover.” “Come, have some.” “Oh.” Reluctantly, Guo Lin made her way to the kitchen, plopping down on a stool in a fit of pique. Quickly, Su Mo served up two plates of buns. Chunlan, with her small appetite, would probably be full after three. Guo Lin, often practicing martial arts but not quite skillfully, would need about six or seven. Just as Guo Lin was devouring the buns. Xu Miaoyin entered, tidy and refreshed. She was in the same white, tight-fitting outfit as yesterday, accentuating her splendid figure. Her previously damp hair was now dry, neatly tied in a high ponytail, exuding an energetic and brisk aura. Gazing at Xu Miaoyin, Su Mo found it hard to look away. There was no denying. The allure of mature women was formidable. Upon noticing Su Mo's gaze, Guo Lin couldn’t remain calm. She chewed the bun in her mouth, unable to swallow it no matter what. Suddenly, Guo Lin stood up. With her fair little face held high. “Su Mo, why is she here?” Su Mo paused upon hearing this, hadn’t he just explained? Xu Miaoyin casually smiled, a hint of playfulness. “Apologies, I heard yesterday that this tavern belongs to the general’s estate.” “You must be General Guo’s daughter; you’re quite stunning.” Whether intentionally or not. She emphasized the word “little” when referring to Guo Lin. Simultaneously, Xu Miaoyin highlighted her own assets. The atmosphere grew somewhat tense. Guo Lin clenched her teeth, her small pink fists red from gripping. What's this old woman insinuating? Just because she’s a bit older? What's there to be so smug about! Thinking this, Guo Lin glanced down at her embroidered shoes. With such size, could you even see the road when you looked down! Chunlan, observing the tension, gave Guo Lin a tug. “Young Miss, weren’t we supposed to discuss something with Su Steward?” Hearing Chunlan's reminder, Guo Lin remembered. She hadn't yet given Su Mo the handkerchief she had spent the whole night embroidering. Thinking of this. Guo Lin pulled out a pink handkerchief from her pocket. However, the embroidery was a mess, with crooked stitches, some parts densely knotted, and others sparse. The lotus embroidery was unrecognizable, and the accompanying couplet was just a dark smudge. One couldn't really tell what was intended to be embroidered. The overall look was rough, like something a child would stitch for fun. Su Mo was surprised upon seeing the handkerchief. “Second Miss, where did you get this handkerchief? It looks... uniquely made.” Guo Lin snorted. “It’s yours!” “Oh.” Instinctively, Su Mo took it, unsure what to make of the uneven stitching on the handkerchief. “So, when will she leave?” At this moment, Guo Lin eyed Xu Miaoyin. “The opening is tomorrow. I remember this tavern doesn’t offer lodging.” Upon hearing this, Su Mo shook his head. “Miaoyin will be staying a few more days, perhaps about ten.” “She’s waiting for some disciples to arrive.” Miaoyin? Guo Lin lightly scratched her ear with her pinky. Had she heard wrong? Since when did her Su brother call her so intimately? Xu Miaoyin’s expression carried a hint of pride. Looking down at Guo Lin, she maintained a polite smile. Trying to compete with me for Su Lang? You’re still too young, little girl. Seeing this scene. The fire of anger within Guo Lin was barely containable, and she glared at Su Mo. “What did you just call her?” Seeing Guo Lin’s furious expression, Su Mo was puzzled. “Miaoyin, Second Miss.” “Heroine Xu asked me to call her that, why?” Hearing it was Xu Miaoyin’s doing, Guo Lin’s simmering volcano of rage subsided momentarily. Glancing at Xu Miaoyin’s triumphant smirk, Guo Lin realized that Su Mo was oblivious to her maneuvers. If that was the case, she had no reason to worry. Immediately, Guo Lin put on a sweet smile. “So that’s it.” “Then can I call you Sister Miaoyin?” Seeing Guo Lin’s swift change of demeanor, Su Mo found it odd. Xu Miaoyin, however, was a bit surprised. This little girl composed her emotions that quickly. Impressive. But this was just the beginning, there’s still a long way to go. With that thought, Xu Miaoyin beamed and casually tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course, you may, little sister. I don’t know your name yet.” “Guo Lin.” “Oh, so it’s Sister Guo Lin; you’re truly adorable.” “Of course.” Sensing the tension in the air, Chunlan pulled at her young miss. “Young Miss, weren’t we supposed to go back and pay respects to Madam?” “Don’t let other matters delay us.” Only then did Guo Lin recall her original plan to leave after delivering the handkerchief to Su Brother. Who expected such a scene to unfold? Annoyed, she glanced at Su Mo and Xu Miaoyin. A worry crept into Guo Lin’s heart. What if these two, alone and private, led Su Brother astray? But seeing Guo Lin hesitating, concerned Chunlan promptly pulled her away. Su Mo followed, seeing them out. At the tavern entrance. Guo Lin opened her umbrella and looked at Su Mo. Her gaze complex, longing to speak but aware her current status wasn’t fit for intimate words. Held back. All she could manage was. “I’m leaving!” Su Mo quickly nodded. “Go on, don’t come back until the rain stops.” … After sending Guo Lin off, Su Mo sighed in relief. This girl. Always stressing him out. Turning back to the kitchen, he found Xu Miaoyin already standing behind him. Her charming face was full of smiles. “Did you send her off?” Su Mo nodded at her words. “Yes, I did.” “She seems to care about you?” “Care? She once kicked me for no reason. The bruise on my leg hasn't faded yet.” Hearing that Su Mo had been kicked by Guo Lin, Xu Miaoyin quickly bent down to check Su Mo's leg. As she bent over, her clothes tightened around her round hips, accentuating their full curve with every motion. This sight made Su Mo's nose itch, and he almost had a nosebleed. His mind began to wander. It would be nice to touch... “Does it look nice?” Xu Miaoyin glanced up at Su Mo with wide eyes. Caught off guard by her sudden question, Su Mo felt a bit embarrassed. “Hehe.” Seeing Su Mo speechless, Xu Miaoyin lowered her head to continue examining. Her subtle fragrance left Su Mo feeling a bit intoxicated. Then, Xu Miaoyin rolled up Su Mo's pants leg. Seeing the obvious bruise on his calf, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes. That Guo Lin. She really didn’t know how to control her strength. “Does it hurt?” she asked. Su Mo shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. It should be fine in a while.” Xu Miaoyin carefully studied Su Mo's skin. “The bruise hasn't cleared, it’ll take at least half a month.” “Let me help you.” With that, she gently placed her alabaster hand over the bruise. Su Mo immediately felt a tingling warmth, as if a heat pad had been placed against his leg. When she removed her hand, the bruise had vanished, returning his skin to its normal color. Although Su Mo had seen martial arts used in simulations, it was a different experience in real life. He was amazed. “How magical is that?” Xu Miaoyin stood up. “It’s nothing special, just a technique to circulate energy for promoting blood flow and reducing bruises.” “I see.” Su Mo kicked his leg, finding the discomfort had disappeared. “Thank you, Miaoyin!” “You're welcome.” Just as Su Mo was about to say more, a bloodied figure staggered to the doorway. It was difficult to discern the facial features under the blood, only that it was a bald man wearing a blue monk's robe. A beast-like bite mark oozed blood from his head, saturating the robe, and the rain was powerless to wash the blood away. Xu Miaoyin recognized the person immediately. “Monk Liao Ming?” (End of Chapter)