Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 172: If You Don’t Die, I Can’t Eat the Banquet

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: If You Don’t Die, I Can’t Eat the Banquet

Liu Mingshu had just left when Su Yan rushed to Su Qin, grabbing her by the collar.

"Su Qin, what exactly are you doing?"

"How long had Lu Xiao been gone?"

"Why was he being chased by the Heavenly Man?"

"Also, why didn’t you protect Lu Xiao? Aren’t you smart? Aren’t you reputed to be unmatched in tactics?" Su Yan’s eyes were fierce.

Su Qin’s expression was dazed. Smart? Unmatched in tactics?

Looking back now, it seemed so ridiculous.

In front of the Heavenly Man, such tactics were utterly futile.

She had known when Lu Xiao changed his route to the Ancient River, that Lu Tiankou was coming to kill him.

But what could knowing do? It was impossible to stop it.

Either she could follow Lu Xiao and be killed alongside him by Lu Tiankou,

or let Lu Xiao face it alone, armed only with a spear...

There was no third option.

"Say something, Su Qin!" Su Yan roared.

Though Lu Xiao always mocked her when they were together, and she often got extremely angry at him, she actually quite liked it.

It was a feeling of being remembered and valued.

Su Qin’s eyes reddened again, and then, tears began to fall, drop by drop to the ground.

Su Yan was also somewhat stunned.

Su Qin was crying?

As a child, Su Qin had been very tearful—crying when bullied, crying when wronged, crying when she couldn’t eat something delicious.

But since her mother’s death, she had never seen Su Qin cry again.

Su Qin’s weakness seemed to have died along with her mother at that time.

"I’m sorry, sister, I’m so sorry..." Su Qin’s emotions were on the verge of collapse as she kept apologizing to Su Yan.

The death of Lu Xiao meant more to Su Qin than just losing a good friend; without Lu Xiao’s support, even if she became the next Sect Leader, there would be many restrictions and she wouldn’t be able to truly bring her sister back home.

Su Yan stared at Su Qin for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged her.

Turns out, her sister’s vulnerability had always been there, just hidden away.

"Don’t cry anymore," Su Yan gently patted Su Qin’s back.

As a child, whenever Su Qin cried, she comforted her this way.

But this time, it seemed not to work; rather, Su Qin cried even louder.

Su Yan’s nose also grew sour, realizing that Su Qin was bearing even more than herself.

"Let’s go, let’s return to the Su Family. You just said that Lu Xiao only fell into the Ancient River, we don’t know if he’s dead. This guy, he’s very lucky," Su Yan took a deep breath and said.

She had originally planned not to return to the Su Family for the rest of her life, as she had adapted to life outside over the past few years.

Returning to the Su Family would likely draw disdainful looks, inevitably leading to gossip.

But now, Su Qin seemed to really need her.

"Sister..."

"Let’s go."

...

The early morning in the woods was like a graceful young lady, dressed in a thin veil, stepping lightly, bringing a joyful laugh, showing off her beauty to everything in the world.

As the rising sun dispelled the first strand of mist, birds left their nests; trees and plants stretched their leaves, shedding dewdrops.

Smoke rose from an unknown small mountain village, with children’s laughter weaving through the stone houses.

"Grandpa, I’m going to check if big brother is dead yet," at the village end, a wooden door opened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl with pigtails ran barefoot towards a nearby woodshed.

The woodshed had no door, only a worn, blacked cotton quilt hung as a windbreak.

The girl moved the quilt aside and then pressed it down with a brick.

Light streamed into the shed, several wild chickens clattered out.

On the wooden plank inside, Lu Xiao faintly opened his eyes, weak, on the brink of death.

"Grandpa, big brother is still alive!" The girl, seeing Lu Xiao open his eyes, called out.

"Understood," came the old man’s voice from the stone house.

The girl walked into the shed, took a broken bowl from a wooden rack, then lifted the lid of the water jar and scooped a bowl of water.

Lu Xiao watched the girl approach, his tongue lightly licking his cracked lips.

Lu Xiao was very grateful to the girl and her grandfather; had they not pulled him out from the Ancient River, he would probably be dead by now.

The damage from Lu Tiankou’s sword was far more severe than Lu Xiao had imagined.

"Big brother, drink water," the girl squatted down, brought the rim of the bowl to Lu Xiao’s lips, and slowly fed him.

"Big brother, are you going to die?" After giving water, the girl asked again.

Lu Xiao opened his mouth but emitted no sound.

It hurt too much, and he was too weak...

"If you keep not dying, I won’t get to eat the banquet, and that would be quite a pity," the girl suddenly pouted.

Startled, Lu Xiao’s tired eyelids suddenly opened wide, thinking to himself, "What a cheeky kid."