Chapter Nine: Returning to the Family and Encountering a Scheming Sister
When Ouyang Xiaofeng and Ouyang Xiaoyue arrived at Linchuan City, the horizon had already begun to lighten with the faintest hint of dawn, signaling the imminent arrival of daybreak. The morning light filtered gently through the thin veil of clouds, gradually illuminating the ancient city.
Along the journey, Ouyang Xiaofeng frequently lowered his gaze to inspect the once fierce and terrifying wounds on his body. Yet, at this moment, those injuries had miraculously vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed at all. His heart churned tumultuously, waves of astonishment crashing within him.
Before now, he had always believed that the pill his sister had given him was nothing more than an ordinary third-grade elixir. Although its appearance differed slightly from common third-grade pills—its hue was purer, its texture remarkably delicate, and it emitted a fragrance far richer than what such a pill should possess—Ouyang Xiaofeng had never placed high hopes on it.
But shortly after swallowing the pill, something astounding occurred. He could vividly feel a powerful yet gentle medicinal force rapidly spreading throughout his body, melting away the pain as swiftly as snow meets the warmth of the sun. Within moments, his severe wounds had completely healed; not only was there no lingering pain, but not even a scar remained to mark where the injuries had been.
That night felt like a fantastical journey for Ouyang Xiaofeng. The surprises his sister brought were like tides, overwhelming him wave after wave. On the way home, he drifted in a daze, his mind endlessly replaying those unbelievable moments, unable to fully come back to himself.
In contrast, Ouyang Xiaoyue remained exceptionally calm. Her beautiful face was serene, like a clear, still lake. Silently, she followed her brother’s steps, like a quietly blooming flower emitting a delicate fragrance.
Yet this tranquility did not last long. As they approached the gate of the Ouyang family residence, Ouyang Xiaoyue suddenly seemed to recall something and slowly lifted her head. At that moment, a sharp exclamation rang out ahead: “Ouyang Xiaoyue?!”
Hearing the voice, Ouyang Xiaofeng snapped back from his reverie. Fixing his eyes on the source, he saw a tall, graceful woman standing before them—none other than Ouyang Chenxi. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she looked at Ouyang Xiaoyue.
The sight of Ouyang Chenxi instantly ignited a fire of anger within Ouyang Xiaofeng. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, placing himself protectively in front of Ouyang Xiaoyue, his eyes blazing as he roared, “Ouyang Chenxi, why are you yelling like that? If you have something to say, say it to me—don’t scare my sister!”
The woman before them was indeed Ouyang Chenxi, dressed in a pale pink silk gown embroidered with exquisite patterns at the hem. A white silk ribbon was tied around her waist, accentuating her graceful figure. Her glossy black hair was gently pinned up with a jade hairpin, a few strands cascading softly beside her fair cheeks, adding a touch of softness and allure.
Her friend had told her that a new collection of jewelry would be displayed today at Baohua Pavilion, and the beauty, eager to see it for herself, had come with anticipation.