Chapter 1149: Chapter 1149: Deadlock
Song Zhiqing felt that Bai Shuilianâs state was a bit off. Ever since they started their journey and even after the vegetarian meal, she seemed restless and a bit strange.
"If you feel uncomfortable, why donât we head back to the mansion?"
Bai Shuilian quickly shook her head and said, "Weâve just had our meal. You should rest for a while. Itâs rare to come out, and I want to explore the temple. Who knows when weâll come again."
Song Zhiqing said, "Do you need my company then?"
"No need. Youâve been accompanying me since morning and must be tired. Take a rest; the Zen Temple here seems peaceful to me."
Song Zhiqing indeed felt a bit sleepy and didnât want to move, so he said, "Then donât go far. Make sure to have Grandma Quan and Hai Yan with you. Donât be alone."
Bai Shuilian nodded with a smile, helped him lie down, and then left the room.
Before stepping out, she paused, looked back, noticing him lying sideways with his back to her, not acknowledging her presence at all.
Bai Shuilianâs eyes darkened as she closed the door and left.
The East Guest Courtyard, located in a secluded place connected to the back mountain, was already prepared and deserted.
Bai Shuilian sat inside, her expression uncertain, pressing her hand against her heart where it pounded chaotically.
She felt uneasy, as if she had walked into a dead end with no way to survive.
Hai Yan entered with a teapot, mentioning that it started to snow again outside.
Bai Shuilian listened absentmindedly and took the tea Hai Yan handed over and sipped it, asking, "Whereâs Grandma Quan?"
"Grandma Quan said she had to fetch someone," Hai Yan replied.
Heart skipping a beat, Bai Shuilian said, "Alright, you go out then. You can stroll outside but donât go far."
Hai Yan curled her lips, answered affirmatively, and headed toward the door.
Suddenly everything seemed dim before Bai Shuilianâs eyes; Hai Yan appeared taller than usual, blocking the light from the door, as an unfamiliar voice echoed.
"In the world, things never go the way you want. Donât blame me."
Bai Shuilianâs pupils dilated. What did this mean?
This voice...
Oh no.
Bai Shuilianâs face changed drastically, jumping to her feet with her body swaying uncontrollably, one hand bracing the table, the other supporting her dizzy head, shaking it.
The door slowly closed; everything blurred before her eyes.
"No."
Stumbling forward, Bai Shuilian knocked over the tea on the table, her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor.
Soft shuffling sounds came from overhead; raising her head, Bai Shuilian saw tiles falling, along with dust covering her head and face.
Screaming inwardly, Bai Shuilian wished someone could save her.
She was terrified.
All the riches, daughters, and missions meant nothing compared to her mortality.
All she wanted was to live.
So, whoever it may be, save her.
With a loud rumble, the house shook violently, sounding like drums.
Bang, some things crashed down.
Bai Shuilian watched helplessly, revealing a wretched smile.
She was so resentful.
Her consciousness waned, as if her body was flying, light as a swallow, in the clouds, or carried swiftly by someone.
Bai Shuilian tried hard to open her eyes, but darkness consumed her whole.
Not far from the mountainâs edge, Hai Yan watched the collapsed guest courtyard, smirked, and hurried toward the Zen Temple.
The thunderous explosion scared everyone, their screams rising.
Song Zhiqing awoke from his sleep, clutching his chest in a daze, terrified, dreaming that the earth shook, burying Bai Shuilian in the ruins.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Song Zhiqing wiped tears from his forehead, not relieved yet, as he saw Hai Yan rush in, panic-stricken, screaming, "Master, the guest courtyard where Aunt resides, has collapsed."
Song Zhiqing: "???"