Chapter 405: Descending from the Sky

Mrs. Chen just stood there, speechless.

Gu Fei snatched the handkerchief back, tucked it into her robes, and shook her mother. "Mother, I haven’t eaten lunch yet. I’m starving."

"Oh, oh, alright. I’ll go make you something." Mrs. Chen walked toward the kitchen as if in a daze. She nearly stumbled after a few steps. Gu Qing stared blankly at Gu Fei for a moment before bolting back to his study.

’I have to work hard,’ he thought. ’I have to work twice as hard. My sister is so beautiful... I won’t be able to protect her without power and influence!’

In the kitchen, Aunt Liu quickly stir-fried a few dishes and brought them over.

Gu Fei ate in the main hall while Mrs. Chen sat nearby, doing needlework. Every few stitches, she would stop and stare blankly at Gu Fei’s face for a while before lowering her head to continue her work.

Suddenly, Er Lang’s voice came from outside the door. "Mother, it’s a good thing you didn’t go today! Something major happened at the Lotus Festival!"

Mrs. Chen looked up at the sound of his voice. "What happened? What sort of major incident could happen at a flower viewing?"

Er Lang walked in, pulling Lan Zhi along with him.

Er Lang glanced at Gu Fei, who was focused on her food. "Sister’s back."

"Sigh, you should have seen it. It was utter chaos today."

"First, we heard a Fairy had appeared at the Lotus Festival, so everyone rushed toward the colorful canopy to see her. Lan Zhi and I didn’t go over. Then, I don’t know what happened, but the crowd surged like crazy toward one spot."

"They were all shouting things like, ’The Fairy is over here!’"

"The crowd was so huge, I reckon even a real Fairy would have been crushed to death by all those smelly people."

"Mother, guess what happened in the end—" Gu Erlang said, pausing for dramatic effect.

Mrs. Chen said peevishly, "How would I know? Don’t tell me the Fairy flew away?"

Gu Erlang chuckled. "She didn’t fly, but it was close enough."

"A black horse descended from the heavens, and its rider snatched up the Fairy and galloped away."

Mrs. Chen shot him a look. "You’ve been listening to too many storytellers. ’Descended from the heavens,’ really!"

Gu Erlang smiled. "Well, something like that. People said the man on the horse was the Young Master Heir. The Young Master Heir charged into the crowd and rescued the Fairy."

"But a lot of people were trampled and injured. I heard someone was even trampled to death."

Gu Fei snapped her head up and stared at him. "Someone died?"

Gu Erlang stared at his sister’s face, dumbfounded. After a long moment, he stammered, "A... a Fairy?"

"The Fairy they were just talking about... it couldn’t be you, could it?"

Beside him, Lan Zhi was also stunned. Little Fei was so beautiful she didn’t seem mortal.

Mrs. Chen asked nervously, "My dear daughter, was it you? Ah, and what’s this about the Young Master Heir?"

Gu Fei, afraid of worrying Mrs. Chen, shook her head. "No, it wasn’t. I didn’t even go."

Mrs. Chen eyed her with suspicion.

Gu Fei turned her face away. "Second Brother, did someone really die?"

Gu Erlang snapped out of his stupor. "I only heard people talking about it. I didn’t see for myself whether anyone actually died."

Gu Fei sighed and said no more. After finishing her meal, she went back to her room and applied a layer of shadowing powder to her entire face before coming out again.

In the main hall, Mrs. Chen, Er Lang, and Lan Zhi watched Gu Fei emerge once more. For a moment, it felt as if they were looking at the girl she used to be.

Lan Zhi said in surprise, "Little Fei, did you put something on your face? So you’ve been hiding your true appearance all this time!"

Gu Fei gave a vague nod. "It was hot today. The sweat washed away all my makeup."

With that, Mrs. Chen and Gu Erlang felt they understood. Little Fei had been this beautiful all along; she had just been hiding it on normal days.

For a moment, Mrs. Chen wondered, ’Could I really have given birth to such a beautiful daughter?’

But on second glance, her daughter’s brows, eyes, nose, and mouth clearly bore a slight resemblance to her own. There was no doubt this was her daughter.

’Our ancestral graves must be smoking!’