Chapter 144: Box

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The group finally left. Shen Yijia held her stomach and laughed. “I’m not done yet. That mole is on the right. Additionally, Shen Ruyun…”

She laughed until tears came to her eyes. She turned to look.

Song Jingchen and Lin Shao looked at her speechlessly.

Shen Yijia fell silent.

“Oh no, I got carried away.” she thought.

Song Jingchen rubbed his temples and waved at Lin Shao.

Lin Shao immediately pushed him back into the house. The snow-covered road was slippery. To prevent any accidents, Shen Yijia had already instructed him not to come out unless someone was with him.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips. She wasn’t talking about herself, although she really didn’t know if she had a mole there as well.

After letting her imagination run wild, she quickly chased after him.

“The divine doctor couldn’t cure it?” Shen Yijia asked Lin Shao softly.

Lin Shao glanced at Song Jingchen and nodded.

Shen Yijia frowned. She thought that the old man was very powerful.

In the end, she would have to step up and get the job done. Fortunately, she did not count on anyone else. If it had been a simple fracture, her spiritual liquid would have cured it long ago.

Her heart ached at the thought, but she shook her head.

After all, it was for the sake of her beautiful husband.

Song Jingchen didn’t know what Shen Yijia was thinking. He didn’t show it on his face, but he was still a little disappointed. It would naturally be good if he could stand up. After all, who would be willing to be a cripple for the rest of their lives? They couldn’t even protect the people they wanted to protect…

The two carriages left Xiagou Village slowly, covered with thick snow. Not long after leaving the village, the carriages suddenly stopped.

Shangguan Yu stopped drinking his tea. Before he could ask, Lian Shan rode his horse closer to the window and said, “Your Highness, there’s a girl in front who seems to have sprained her ankle.”

There was a moment of silence.

At quarter past, it began to snow again.

Shen Yijia was stuck in the kitchen because Furball was blocking her way. She tried to reason with it and said, “I’ll definitely give it to you next time, okay? I’m giving you a bigger portion already.”

They had not been to town for a few days. The meat they usually ate was marinated, but there was not much left.

Furball swished its tail in protest and turned its head away in disdain.

“Then what do you want?” Shen Yijia gritted her teeth. This fellow had become so smart after drinking spiritual liquid that it was difficult to fool him.

Furball glanced at Shen Yijia’s hand, its meaning obvious.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

He actually had designs on her spiritual liquid. She couldn’t tolerate this anymore. Her husband’s leg had yet to be treated. Moreover, she could only condense a drop of spiritual liquid every 15 days.

Since soft tactics did not work, Shen Yijia had no choice but to use force. She dragged and threw Furball aside.

Furball was stunned. It seemed to be thinking, “This trick used to work, but why wasn’t it working anymore?”

“That’s because Song Jingchen didn’t need the spiritual liquid back then, since it hadn’t been upgraded yet.” Shen Yijia said.

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms early.

Song Jingchen sat at the desk and wrote a letter. Shen Yijia didn’t go over to disturb him. Thinking of Shen Ruyun and her brother’s abnormality, she rummaged through the box that Madam Wang had left behind.

Only Shen Ruyun took her for a fool. Shen Yijia was smarter than her sister thought.

Song Jingchen put the letter into an envelope. Seeing that Shen Yijia had messed up the room, he held his forehead helplessly and went over to help her clean up. “What are you looking for?”

Shen Yijia stuffed the box in her arms into Song Jingchen’s arms and said concisely, “This was left behind by my mother. Shen Ruyun wanted it, but I lied to her and said that I lost it. I think something’s wrong.”

She had just taken a look. There were indeed only a few pieces of jewelry. There was nothing special, and the color was not very good. It was a little intriguing.

Song Jingchen frowned and placed the things in the box on the table, carefully checking the box itself.