The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 410 - 409: Like Niannian

Chapter 410: Chapter 409: Like Niannian

Qu Tong felt that if Niannian could see, she would surely be looking at her in admiration.

Qu Tong raised her other hand, summoning her special ability, and sprinkled a few dim green light spots.

Indeed as she expected, Niannian’s bright, watery eyes filled with wonder, showing not a hint of fear.

Qu Tong didn’t know what exactly Si Yuting and Niannian had discussed, but clearly Niannian believed it, and believed it very firmly.

Qu Tong chuckled to herself, no wonder Niannian acted like she was playing after seeing her.

Qu Tong was still extremely tense, struggled to breathe, but with Niannian’s company, it felt a bit better, like the last taut string on a drowning person.

Niannian held her left hand, warm and comforting.

Qu Tong wrapped a glowing segment of Qingmu around Niannian’s wrist and patted her head.

"Niannian, hold onto your aunt’s hand, okay? Don’t let go,"

Niannian tightened her grip and nodded vigorously, "Okay, I definitely won’t let go."

Qu Tong smiled in relief, pinching her right thigh, trying hard to remain conscious.

She forced herself to clear her mind and think of a way out.

They must be on a ship now, but she didn’t know where it would fly to.

She hadn’t expected Commerce Tower to hide such a massive ship, complete with specific tracks and flying conditions.

Truly fitting for the Venomous Snake Pirate Group, ranked second interstellar-wide, with astounding wealth.

Also, this enclosed space’s arrangement, was it intentional or coincidental?

How had Du Biao learned of her identity?

Just as Qu Tong was pondering, there was a disturbance outside.

After a series of rustling sounds, Qu Tong heard a sharp-chinned man’s intermittent speech: "...put it in... no Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion left... boss... dead or alive..."

In the dark, people’s other senses often become keener.

This voice...

She remembered! It was the same male voice from the recording Old Man Yuan had played for her!

The one who provided Lan Jianghong with the forbidden elixir!

This realization sent shivers down Qu Tong’s spine.

Behind the Venomous Snake Pirate Group, there might be more than just Star Thieves at play.

"Niannian, do you know what your mom carried in her space button?" Qu Tong tried to ask Niannian.

"Hmm~" Niannian thought for a moment, then answered, "It’s herbs, lots and lots of herbs."

"Do you know what kind of herbs they are?"

Niannian shook her head.

Even so, Qu Tong could guess roughly.

"Oh, is it raining?"

As Niannian spoke, mist-like droplets fell, landing on the skin, bringing a cold damp sensation.

Due to the environment, she hadn’t realized at first.

The air emitted a strange scent, somewhat familiar, similar to the elixir Jiang Zhou had given her before but more potent.

It was the forbidden elixir that could trigger a Mental Outburst!

She wouldn’t be affected, since her special ability itself was a healing medicine.

But Niannian was different. Although she wouldn’t react much now, it could affect her potential in the future, and she might even fail an awakening of her special ability.

Qu Tong immediately formed a leaf over Niannian’s head, preventing the elixir from reaching her.

But it wasn’t enough. The scent of the elixir alone could trigger a Mental Outburst, and due to her oversight, Niannian had already breathed in quite a bit.

Qu Tong lifted Niannian’s hand, took a deep breath, mobilized her special ability within her body, and transmitted it into Niannian through their interlocked hands, gradually dispelling the negative effects brought by the elixir.

The faint green flowing lights flickered, uniquely beautiful in the darkness. The Qingmu on Niannian’s wrist seemed to sense something, emitting small green light spots.

"It feels so nice, cool and refreshing, is this your special ability, Auntie?" Niannian’s eyes widened as she looked at her hand, filled with curiosity.

"Hmm."

"Will I also have such a powerful special ability in the future?"

"You will."

Qu Tong tried to answer Niannian’s question with a steady tone.

She couldn’t falter!

Once she collapsed, she would face a desperate situation, and Niannian would also be in trouble.

But the psychological trauma formed over a decade had already seeped deep into her bones, impossible to dispel.

Even with Niannian helping to divert her attention, Qu Tong still endured immense pressure both physically and mentally.

The dark aura made her spine stiffen, making it exceedingly difficult to summon her spiritual power. Soon, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her breathing became irregular.

Qu Tong pinched her thigh harder, the pain keeping her alert and focused.

She didn’t know how many times she had repeated the pain; eventually, the elixir from above stopped, and Niannian finally had enough special ability stored inside her.

Compared to what she had experienced before, this pain was nothing; Qu Tong didn’t even make a sound.

But the observant Niannian still noticed, and instantly felt an immense heartache.

"Auntie, don’t pinch, it hurts!" Niannian freed one hand and hovered it above the place Qu Tong had just pinched, stopping her from doing it again.

"It doesn’t hurt, auntie didn’t use much force," Qu Tong said nonchalantly.

"Auntie is lying, you are sweating from the pain," Niannian said, raising her hand to let Qingmu illuminate the sparkling sweat on Qu Tong’s forehead to prove her point.

Such a clever little thing.

Niannian gently wiped the sweat from Qu Tong’s forehead with three fingers clutching her sleeve.

"Auntie, it must hurt a lot, it’s Niannian’s fault for causing you trouble," she said.

The Little Tuanzi, who hadn’t cried even when Du Biao had her by the neck, now had tears falling like large pearls, dampening her clothes.

"Auntie, if you’re scared, just hold Niannian, I’m not afraid," she said.

After wiping the sweat, Niannian moved into Qu Tong’s arms willingly, her short arms reaching under Qu Tong’s armpits, and her other hand obediently clung to her.

"Niannian now sleeps alone at night and is not afraid at all," she said.

The tender voice echoed, causing a bitter feeling in Qu Tong’s heart.

So her fear was so apparent that even Niannian had noticed.

She, an adult, was being comforted by a child not even three years old.

Such an understanding and well-behaved Little Tuanzi, it really hurt to see her cry.

Qu Tong bent down and hugged her back, her voice gentle as water, "With Niannian by my side, auntie is not afraid. I’ll take you out of here."

"Mmh, I believe in Auntie."

Niannian continued to sob, her voice thick with nasal sounds but firm in her reply.

Qu Tong freed a hand to wipe away her tears and then pulled her back into an embrace.

"Shh! From now on, don’t make a sound."

Niannian nodded silently, making no further noise.

Since they had used the elixir, they would surely come to check on it.

There were no surveillance devices in the room, so they would have to open the metal door.

In the quiet space, you could hear a pin drop.

The cold, dense atmosphere was like numerous tentacles crawling over her body, magnifying the fear inside her, every nerve taut.

Qu Tong attempted to close her eyes, but as soon as she did, scenes of past horrors aggressively flooded her mind—bloody, desperate, suffocating.

Qu Tong didn’t pinch her thigh again; she had to overcome this eventually.

In the years since she had gotten out of there, she had improved a lot. At least now she could control her mind, not randomly unleash her spiritual power or harm herself severely anymore.

Niannian occasionally squeezed her hand to remind her of her presence, and she responded by squeezing back.

Qu Tong thought, if she and Si Yuting had such a well-behaved daughter, she wouldn’t mind her usual troubles.