My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 320 - 318: Creating Sin

Chapter 320: Chapter 318: Creating Sin

Nobody expected that a moment ago, Qin Liuxi was still defying heaven, earth, and the God Stick, arrogantly ruling over all, yet in the blink of an eye, she sprawled onto the street as if dragged down by a ghost, with a lame foot to boot.

Although it felt a bit cruel, everyone present stealthily thought of a word, karma?

This thought merely elicited silent chuckles, as people haphazardly lifted Qin Liuxi up. Teng Tianhan instructed the Steward to invite the iron-willed doctor and said to Qin Liuxi, "How about waiting until you’re a bit better before we leave?"

Qin Liuxi glanced over and said, "Sir, we are neither riding horses nor walking to Li City; we will be taking a horse carriage. Even if my leg were broken, I could still depart."

Their eyes met, sharing an understanding glance.

Don’t even think about using delaying tactics; Zhaozhao and Wangchuan are still going with me.

Teng Tianhan, expression unchanging, said, "Still, the doctor should have a look. Wouldn’t you need some herbal medicine?"

"I can administer the medicine myself if needed, but it’s unnecessary," Qin Liuxi waved her hand and moved her foot slightly. The pain made her grimace and gasp, "This foot of mine won’t heal just by applying herbs; it needs time. I’ve grown accustomed to this, so let’s just go. Zhaozhao, Wangchuan, come on up; your teacher is crippled now, it’s time for you to show your filial piety."

Teng Zhao: "..."

With tears in his eyes, Wangchuan climbed onto the horse carriage hands and knees, crying as he said, "Master, you’re not going to die, right?"

She had to be lifted onto the horse carriage; the injury seemed quite severe.

Qin Liuxi laughed and said, "Don’t worry, your master is a disaster that’s fated to plague the world for a thousand years!"

Everyone silently looked to the heavens.

Such pride in self-deprecation. Does she have self-awareness?

Meanwhile, Teng Tianhan observed Wangchuan thoughtfully.

He hadn’t missed Chengyang’s words; Wangchuan was meant to have a short life and should have been dead by now, but here he was, living all well. Chengyang had mentioned the Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies, and Qin Liuxi had said her foot wouldn’t heal quickly; it required waiting.

So, was she afflicted by the ’Crippled’ aspect of the Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies?

Was this the punishment of the Heavenly Dao for saving someone who should have died?

Teng Tianhan’s gaze grew more profound, his fingers rubbing together inside his sleeve with a tinge of reverence.

They say the Heavenly Dao is unjust, but is it really?

Every force in the world, no matter how powerful, has its moments of being suppressed and constrained.

Reflecting upon this, Teng Tianhan took a deep breath, something more emerging in his eyes, his demeanor becoming even more composed.

Qin Liuxi looked over, her lips curling into a slight smile as she leaned against the carriage wall. She watched Wangchuan’s worried gaze and playfully slumped down, frightening him so much that he reached out to touch her but then hesitated.

She thought she could fool the Heavenly Dao, but it seems it was holding back its wrath to make a spectacle of her, especially after what Chengyang said.

Her grand master’s demeanor was utterly shattered with that fall.

So infuriating.

Qin Liuxi wanted to kick the door in frustration but winced in pain as soon as she moved.

Karma indeed! fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m

Perhaps out of concern for Qin Liuxi’s injured leg, or maybe wanting to spend more time with his son, their journey was slower than usual. It took them three days from departure to reach the last posthouse not far from Li City.

The Posthouse Minister had received news and was waiting for them. He bowed and greeted Teng Tianhan upon his arrival and personally led them to the prepared courtyard.

Old Chou helped Qin Liuxi down from the carriage.

As she had said, her heaven-crippled leg needed natural healing, so she hadn’t applied any medicine. From the first day when she couldn’t move at all to today, she could already limp with support.

"Master, shall I carry you on my back?" Old Chou, seeing her discomfort in walking, couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Liuxi shook her head, "No need, I’ll just walk slowly."

Old Chou could only support her firmly, almost having to prop her up completely to prevent her from exerting herself too much and causing further damage to the muscles and tendons.

Seeing this, Teng Tianhan suggested, "Should we get a stretcher then?"

Qin Liuxi still shook his head: There’s no need.

A group of people headed towards the posthouse, and from behind them, the sound of horse hooves and carriage wheels approached, soon very close.

Qin Liuxi, as if sensing something, uttered a surprised sound and stopped, looking back.

"Master, let’s rest at the posthouse tonight. We can reach Li City before noon tomorrow." A guard rode up to the front of a luxurious carriage to report, while several quick horses guarded around it.

"Hmm." A slightly tired and low voice came from inside the carriage.

A servant hopped down from the carriage first, then helped a young man out.

Perhaps due to sitting for too long, he seemed weak, and when he got off, he stumbled, thankfully supported by the servant.

The young man was slender and wore a thin cape. When a guard brought a lamp over, his features became clear, and Qin Liuxi could see him well.

"Why are you here?" fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m

The young man was startled, his disbelief apparent, and he abruptly looked up.

Under the lantern at the posthouse entrance, Qin Liuxi watched him with a smile.

"Ma-Master?"

He let go of the servant’s hand and quickly walked up to Qin Liuxi, his face showing excitement and surprise.

"It really is you, Master. What brings you here?"

Qin Liuxi said with a smile: "I’m simply passing through to stay overnight. It’s been a while, and Mr. Wang seems to have lost weight and looks haggard. It seems you haven’t been feeling well these days."

The person was none other than Wang Zheng from Qing State, who had previously been diagnosed by Qin Liuxi with the peach blossom curse.

Wang Zheng said excitedly: "Master, just as you said, I’ve been stricken by the peach blossom curse. To tell you the truth, my visit this time was specially for you."

"Let’s talk inside."

The group entered the posthouse. As someone of high birth, getting the best separate courtyard in the posthouse was not an issue for Wang Zheng. Recognizing Qin Liuxi, he wasn’t in a hurry to go to his own courtyard but followed closely beside her, chattering nonstop.

"Master, are you injured? Is it serious?"

Qin Liuxi laughed: "It’s nothing serious; it will heal over time." f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m

Wang Zheng had no doubt about that.

In his view, Qin Liuxi was like a Divine Fortune Teller, skilled in Mystical Technique and medical skills. One could tell from how his grandfather is now hale and hearty.

So if she said it was nothing, then it surely was.

Even now, standing by her side, the unease and anxiety of the past few days dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace.

Teng Tianhan, seeing that Wang Zheng hadn’t noticed him, coughed loudly on purpose.

Wang Zheng looked over, then startled, recognized Teng Tianhan, and exclaimed: "Uncle Teng, you’re here too?"

Teng Tianhan, with his hands behind his back: "I’ve been here all along. How is Old Prime Minister?"

Wang Zheng hurriedly greeted him with clasped hands: "Thanks to your blessing. My grandfather had a slight ailment before, but after treatment from the master, he has fully recovered."

Teng Tianhan glanced at Qin Liuxi. She had also treated Wang Xiang’s illness?

"How come you’re here, Uncle?"

"I’m taking my son to Li City to seek apprenticeship." The words seemed almost squeezed out through his teeth.

Wang Zheng: "?"

Seek apprenticeship with who?

Qin Liuxi smiled: "Teng Zhao and I have a mentor-disciple relationship, so I have taken him as a disciple. Also, teaching one or two are both teaching, so they are both disciples I will take."

Wang Zheng: "You’re taking disciples?"

He looked at the two quiet children, then suddenly said: "Master, one is too few, two’s not many, three are just right. After all, it’s teaching anyway. Why not take me as well?"