My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 540 - 354: My name is Qian’er, a fragile body born in Zhao Mansion (Part 2)

Chapter 540: Chapter 354: My name is Qian’er, a fragile body born in Zhao Mansion (Part 2)

Little Qian’er had always felt that she was fated to be connected with the noble lady from the fourth room.

At her tender age, most children were just beginning to be curious about the world around them, eager to explore, with only fleeting memories of what they had played with or eaten.

They forgot the events of today by tomorrow, and mostly just needed carefree play to grow up innocent and pure.

But for Little Qian’er, who grew up in the orphanage, hunger, cold, and pain were all too common.

The things around her never offered a smile, except for the small, round face that reflected back at her from the black tile water jar.

So, there was no curious exploration of all things; instead, Little Qian’er was somewhat apprehensive and only liked to return to the firewood room where a log might fall at night and hit her on the head. There, on her bed made of half-torn cloth and half-straw, she would stretch out her limbs and happily roll back and forth.

As a result, she matured earlier than her peers, observing her surroundings with sensitivity and possessing a deeper memory.

Therefore, a long time ago, someone in the orphanage had told her that she was picked up from the doorstep by the noble lady from the fourth room.

Little Qian’er remembered this phrase, which was slightly related to her origin, for a very long time, even though she had already forgotten who had said it, but it remained in her little head.

The lady from the fourth room was her life-saving benefactor.

Before today’s orphanage servant selection day, Little Qian’er often sneaked to the area where the fourth room was located.

She could not enter the estate, nor did she dare to; her coming was not to seek the indescribably noble lady.

It was simply to be close to the fourth room.

So whenever she had free time, Little Qian’er would run there, where she might sweep up leaves or wash the floor.

Busying herself with the work she could do all alone.

And whenever she noticed someone from the fourth room approaching, Little Qian’er would turn tail and run.

Quietly doing what she could.

So today, when the stewards from the various rooms came to select servants, the place Little Qian’er most wished to go was the fourth room.

However, it was ultimately just wishful thinking.

The steward from the fourth room, Uncle Kun, didn’t even glance at her before picking other orphans with better conditions for serving.

Even though Little Qian’er clearly remembered having been seen several times by Uncle Kun while she quietly swept outside the fourth room.

Perhaps in his eyes, there were just too many servants like Little Qian’er who tried to ingratiate themselves with the fourth room?

However, at this moment, fate seemed not to have completely abandoned Little Qian’er.

From the main hall’s entrance, Uncle Kun’s respectful voice could be heard.

The noble lady had come!

Zhao Qian’er forgot the pain on her face as if scalded by boiling hot oil, forgot the defensive posture she might need against the potential punches and kicks from the big boy behind her, and also forgot her current wretched appearance.

She stood up, rose onto her tiptoes, stretched her neck, and looked towards the door with eager anticipation.

Hands and feet twitching, her eyes filled with an expectation she dared not entertain, yet could not help but long for.

Outside, after Uncle Kun went out to greet the guests, hushed voices drifted in.

After three breaths, it seemed that the entourage of the fourth room’s noble lady was not going to come in, as if they were just passing by,

Little Qian’er felt a violent tug at her leaping heart, which abruptly sank, as if her heart had paused for a moment, causing a slight, twisting pain.

It was as if she regained some sensation, the intense pain on her cheek she had suppressed now slowly creeping up on her.

Like the tides on a moonlit night, wave after wave, growing higher and higher.

Little Qian’er clutched her tiny chest, breathing heavily, with an unhealthy shade of red on her cheeks that might be the blood from the swelling scratch marks, or something else.

Her small body suddenly trembled all over, and the next second, in a fluster, she took a step forward, ready to approach.

Just then, a cry of pain came from behind her.

Little Qian’er was startled, turned her head to look, and saw the big boy who had been squatting on the windowsill without regard for anyone else, now slipping and plunging downward.

This scene just entered her line of sight.

In that moment, it was too late when suddenly,

Little Qian’er didn’t even have time to change the pitiable expression on her face; without thinking, she leaned forward and reached out to catch him.

The next second.

"Uh!"

"Ah!"

Plop————!

Little Qian’er and Zhao Rong fell together on the ground, with her forehead hitting hard.

The former was even unluckier, becoming something like a half-cushion.

But with her tiny frame hardly having a few pounds of flesh, there was nothing comfortable about being a cushion.

Thus, Zhao Rong was also in discomfort, he propped himself up on his arms, all the while taking sharp breaths.

Especially since Little Qian’er seemed to have made things even worse.

Little Zhao Rong, rubbing his arm, said angrily, "You did that on purpose, didn’t you? I, the great hero, had it under control. How could I possibly fall, and then you’re blocking below..."

He got so irritated that his voice started to trail off, because he noticed that the unfortunate girl seemed somewhat off.

Little Qian’er was lying on her side on the ground, curled up, crying from the pain.

The tears made her dirty little cheeks even more smeared, hiding her facial expression, but her large eyes, red-rimmed and with dilated pupils, were staring blankly, her mouth covered as she cried, seemingly afraid to make too much noise, her little shoulders shaking.

Zhao Rong shut his mouth, and gently patted her arm, "Hey, little girl, are you okay?"

At the same time, he looked around, glancing towards the entrance, and put his arm, which had been propping him up, back down on the ground beside Little Qian’er.

It seemed he was afraid of making too much noise and being discovered by certain people.

Zhao Qian didn’t speak, instead biting her lip to endure the pain while shifting backward, frightened and wanting to distance herself from this strange big boy.