SFS Chapter 155 The Witness Has Not Arrived
Chapter 155 The Witness Has Not Arrived
Xue Ruanruan rode her horse slowly back to the manor. She had been thinking about the day's events the whole way, feeling somewhat uneasy. She didn't know if she had completed her mission, or if she would be punished. But when she saw the familiar gates of the manor, her unease gradually dissipated. She dismounted and entered the manor, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
The old lady spoke highly of Murong Xun, believing him to be not only exceptionally talented but also humble and polite. She was confident that under Murong Xun's tutelage, her children would surely become outstanding individuals.
Xue Ruanruan knew perfectly well that her grandmother had misunderstood, but she didn't rush to explain. She knew her grandmother's love and care for her, and understood that her grandmother's actions were entirely for her protection. Therefore, she decided not to clear up the misunderstanding immediately, but to let her grandmother feel her determination and effort. Xue Ruanruan returned to her room and took out her medical books to read diligently. She wanted to study medicine even harder and prove her abilities through practical actions.
A few days later, a severe epidemic broke out in the city. Many people fell ill, and the disease spread rapidly. Xue Ruanruan volunteered to lead a group of doctors to the epidemic area to treat patients.
In the epidemic area, Xue Ruanruan demonstrated superb medical skills and unwavering faith. She worked tirelessly day and night, doing her utmost to treat every patient. People marveled at her medical expertise and widely praised her good deeds.
When Grandmother learned of this, she was filled with joy and pride. She realized that her previous opinion of Xue Ruanruan had been somewhat biased, and Xue Ruanruan had proven her worth through her actions.
She and Murong Xun didn't have a close, interdependent relationship. There might be some connection between them, but it wasn't as deep as people imagined. Perhaps they were just ordinary friends, or partners with shared goals. In any case, their relationship didn't cross any boundaries.
"Haha! My poison is finally cured!" Murong Xun laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the valley, filled with joy and confidence.
After a fierce battle, Murong Xun finally succeeded in curing the deadly poison from his body. This process was not easy, but with his tenacious willpower and superb medical skills, he overcame the toxin's corrosive effects on his body step by step.
Now, Murong Xun felt his body become light and powerful, as if he were rejuvenated. His eyes also became bright and sharp, revealing an undisguised confidence and majesty.
Murong Xun knew that this detoxification was not just a physical recovery, but also a spiritual cleansing. He had endured pain and struggle, but never gave up hope. Now, he had rediscovered himself and was ready to face the challenges of the future.
"I will make those who have hurt me pay the price!" Murong Xun said through gritted teeth. His voice was filled with endless resentment and determination. After being cured of the poison, Murong Xun decided to launch his revenge plan. He used his medical skills and wisdom to set up a series of traps to lure his enemies into them.
At the same time, he actively sought allies and formed a powerful team with other like-minded people.
In the process of seeking revenge, Murong Xun gradually discovers more conspiracies and secrets hidden behind the scenes.
He continued his in-depth investigation, uncovering one astonishing truth after another.
Standing atop the mountain, Murong Xun surveyed the world before him, a surge of ambition welling up within him. He knew many difficulties awaited him, but he was fully prepared. Whatever challenges he faced, he would confront them without flinching, using his own strength to change the world.
In Beijing, heavy snow has been falling for several days. The entire city is covered in a thick layer of snow, with the snow on the streets already knee-deep, making it extremely difficult for people to travel.
The lives of ordinary people were severely affected, with many falling ill or even dying from cold and hunger. Yet, even in such harsh weather, people began distributing porridge early in the morning in front of the Regent's Palace.
These people were all servants of the Regent's Palace. They wore thick cotton-padded clothes, hats, and gloves, and held spoons and bowls in their hands, standing in the cold wind waiting for the people who came to collect porridge. They all had smiles on their faces, as if the cold weather was not a big problem for them.
As time went by, more and more people arrived in front of the Regent's Palace. Some pushed carts, some carried children on their backs, and others used canes, struggling to walk through the snow. When they saw the porridge distribution team in front of the Regent's Palace, their faces showed expressions of surprise and gratitude.
"Thank you! Thank you all!" an old man said excitedly. He accepted a bowl of steaming porridge, his eyes glistening with tears.
“You’re welcome, sir. It’s what we should do,” a servant replied with a smile.
And so, the porridge distribution in front of the Regent's Palace continued until evening. During this time, hundreds of people received warmth and food, and they were filled with gratitude for the Regent's Palace. The Regent's Palace, in turn, won the praise and respect of the people through this porridge distribution.
As soon as Xue Ruanruan entered the space, she felt a warm aura wash over her, making her feel incredibly comfortable and at ease. Looking around, she found herself in a beautiful and mysterious place, surrounded by lush vegetation and crystal-clear streams, as if she were in a fairyland.
They have looted indiscriminately, killed innocent civilians, and caused immense destruction to the border region. If this continues, more people will lose their lives and homes.
The social structure of the Turkic people was based on tribes, which were linked by blood ties and marriage. Each tribe had its own leader, and they competed for power and resources through war and political means.
The ancestors of the Xue family would surely be gratified if they knew. The old lady decided to entrust the entire family business to Xue Ruanruan, believing she would surely bring glory to the Xue family. Xue Ruanruan was deeply grateful and vowed never to disappoint her grandmother. From then on, Xue Ruanruan devoted herself wholeheartedly to the management of the pharmacy, and the business flourished.
Since the beginning of winter, Beijing has been blanketed in silver, as if painted by nature's brush. Several heavy snowfalls have brought tranquility and beauty to this ancient and bustling city. Snowflakes, as light as feathers, danced in the air before gently settling on the ground, accumulating into thick layers of snow. Streets, houses, and trees were all covered in white, creating scenes reminiscent of a fairytale world.
Rumor has it that the regent is ruthless and has confiscated the property of many officials.
The guards of the Regent's Palace stood solemnly in front of the palace gates, weapons in hand, their gazes cold and resolute, as if proclaiming the palace's majesty to the world.
Inside the palace, the Regent sat on a tiger-skin chair, his gaze sharp and cold, as if he could see through everything. A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealed an air of unparalleled majesty.
“My lord, everything is ready,” a guard said respectfully.
The Regent nodded, signaling the guards to begin their work. The guards quickly left the palace and headed towards the residences of the various officials.
Inside the official's residence, guards rushed in swiftly and decisively, as if carrying out an important mission. The officials stared at the guards in horror, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.
"What...what do you want to do?" an official asked in a panic.
"By order of the Regent, confiscate their property!" the guards said coldly.
The officials looked at the guards in horror, their hearts filled with despair. They knew that once their homes were searched, everything they owned would be lost.
The guards began searching every corner of the mansion, their movements swift and decisive, as if searching for something of great importance. The officials watched the guards in horror, their hearts filled with despair.
"Found it!" a guard shouted excitedly.
The guards quickly assembled, carrying important documents and valuables. The officials looked at the guards in horror, their hearts filled with despair.
"Take these things back to the palace!" the guards said coldly.
The guards swiftly and decisively left the mansion, as if carrying out an important mission. The officials watched them in horror, their hearts filled with despair.
Inside the palace, the Regent looked at the documents and valuables brought back by his guards, a slight smile playing on his lips. He knew these documents and valuables would have a significant impact on his power and position.
"Well done!" the Regent said with satisfaction.
The guards stood respectfully to one side, their eyes filled with awe and loyalty. They knew their actions had been approved by the Regent, and their future was full of hope.
Time flowed on, and the smoke of battle gradually dissipated. Murong Xun finally returned in triumph, and he rushed to the General's Mansion. At the moment of their reunion, their eyes met, and a thousand words were condensed into a deep embrace. From then on, they walked hand in hand, spending the rest of their lives together.
Xue Ruanruan nodded, "Granddaughter understands." But in her heart, she couldn't help but think of Murong Xun's handsome face and gentle smile.
Xue Yan was sent to the frontier in his youth, a post he held for over a decade. He steadfastly guarded his post, vigilant day and night against foreign invasion, always ready to defend the motherland's territory and the peace of its people. Years passed, and he experienced countless battles and hardships, always maintaining unwavering faith and an indomitable spirit. During these long years, he not only learned how to cope with various crises but also cultivated a loyal and courageous army. They fought alongside Xue Yan, jointly safeguarding the peace and tranquility of this land.
The situation in the court is tense, with all factions following the lead of the Left Chancellor. If it weren't for the Regent Prince's efforts to turn the tide, the country would likely be plunged into war again.
The regent is a figure to be feared. His power and influence are second only to the emperor, and in some cases, his decisions carry more authority than those of the emperor.
He wore a magnificent brocade robe, embroidered with exquisite patterns, every detail showcasing his noble status. His face was stern, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if he could see through everything. He exuded an aura of authority, making people hesitant to disobey his orders. Xue Ruanruan had promised her grandmother and the princess that she would no longer associate with Murong Xun, but fate is always unpredictable. One day, Xue Ruanruan accompanied her grandmother to a temple to offer incense and unexpectedly encountered Murong Xun. Murong Xun took the initiative to greet her grandmother, who was somewhat surprised but still responded politely. Afterwards, Murong Xun suggested that they tour the temple together, and her grandmother, unable to refuse, agreed. Xue Ruanruan silently followed behind, feeling somewhat uneasy. Murong Xun occasionally turned back to look at her, his eyes full of smiles. After the tour, Murong Xun excused himself, saying he had important business to attend to, and left first.
Murong Xun was tall and slender, his black robes fluttering in the wind, further emphasizing his imposing figure. His face was sharply defined, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, his cold expression conveying a sense of unwavering resolve and decisiveness. Every movement he made was powerful, exuding an imposing aura of authority. Standing there, he was like an unshakeable mountain, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.
Xue Ruanruan returned to the manor, where the old lady and Princess Lingjun were already waiting.
"Ruanruan, you're finally back." The old lady hurriedly stepped forward and took Xue Ruanruan's hand, looking her up and down. "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."
Princess Lingjun said from the side, "Ruanruan, I have heard about what happened today. Murong Xun actually gave you roses in the street. If this gets out, it will probably damage your reputation."
Xue Ruanruan lowered her head and said softly, "Princess, Murong Xun and I met by chance. He just gave me a flower casually and had no other intentions."
The old lady sighed, "Ruanruan, you are too young and inexperienced to know the turbulent power struggles in the court. Murong Xun is the regent, with immense power. Although our Xue family is a prestigious clan, we are ultimately no match for him. It's best to have less contact with him in the future."
In the capital, everyone knew the Regent's formidable reputation. He wielded immense power, was ruthless, and inspired fear. The common people trembled at the mention of his name; officials held him in the highest esteem, daring not to show the slightest disobedience. He was like a ferocious tiger, inspiring awe and dread. However, only a few knew that beneath this cold exterior, Murong Xun harbored a passionate heart.
He strolled through the market, and people hurriedly made way for him, afraid of offending this powerful figure. But his gaze remained fixed on a little girl selling flowers.
The little girl's name was Qingwan, and her stall was filled with all kinds of bright flowers, emitting a charming fragrance.
Murong Xun walked up to Qingwan, bent down slightly, picked up a red rose, and handed it to her.
Qingwan raised her head, looking at him with fear in her eyes.
"This is for you." Murong Xun's voice was deep and gentle.
Qingwan hesitated for a moment, then accepted the roses, a shy blush spreading across her face.
Murong Xun smiled, turned and left, leaving behind a group of astonished people and Qingwan holding a bouquet of flowers.