37 Not Worth It

After a minute of being aghast because of her good landing, Huan Meirong recalled in her mind the question she had pronounced before, 'Impossible,' she thought before getting out of the bed to take a cold bath; she was all sweaty and if she remained like that, she wouldn't be able to have a good rest.

*Clink*

"Auch," Huan Meirong whined when she was near the bathtub; one of her feet had hit an old metal small bucket.

"Geez, that old thing wasn't supposed to be here. Tsk…" She raised her left leg and rubbed her foot as she supported herself with the bathtub. Because she already knew every corner of this place and with the plus of she letting her soul force restore, she didn't spread her soul sense; things were also supposed to be let on their corresponding places so this was upsetting for her.

*Woo* She blew away the strands of hair that had fallen to her face, thinking as she went near the wall beside the bathtub where a meter high rectangular wooden box with her extra and somewhat clean robes were, 'Anyone can make a mistake, I guess…' Zhi'er had indeed forgotten about it; it was good that the little kid was so placidly sleeping that he didn't come to hear the commotion or else he would be paler than snow and kowtowing nonstop for his mistake.

She opened the box and passed her hands through the clothes; she picked up what she was going to wear and then closed the box before putting the clothes over the box.

*Flop* Her now half-wet clothes fall to the floor and she turned to enter the bathtub. *At-choo* The touch of the cold water made her sneeze; she rubbed her nose as she bent her body to submerge in the water.

*Splish-splash*

*At-choo*

Once in, she sneezed again, 'At least, I didn't sneeze when I was refining.'

*At-choo*

"…" She furrowed her brows, 'Let's bath quickly. I don't want to get sick.' She rushed her bath and in no time she was already drying her body and hair outside the bathtub with a worn-out fabric. However, it wasn't enough so she used the bit of her remaining soul force to dry well her long hair because she didn't want to fell ill.

After drying her hair and dress up, she went to the bed. She didn't fall asleep right away but recalled the refining process she had followed again and again until her mind fell into dreamland.

She slept so soundly that she opened her eyes when the dinner was about to be served.

"Zhi'er," she called out with drowsiness; she didn't want to get up yet, her body still felt heavy.

Hearing his miss call, Zhi'er rushed to her while carrying two bowls of porridge, replying, "Yes, eldest miss."

"What time is it?" This time, she was unsure about the hour so she asked.

"The dinner had just been sent, I brought it here."

'Huh? Dinner time!' She jolted awake and sat on the bed.

"Ughh…" She rubbed her temples, thinking, 'I oversleep but it seems it was good.

I have recovered almost a third of my soul force so in one or two more days I should be able to continue.'

*Sigh* She reaffirmed after sighing deeply, 'All right, don't get impatient and let's take things down one by one.' In fact, she could recover her soul force quicker as there was a fruit that could replenish soul force in the pagoda but she didn't want to waste it in such a thing; it was not worth it in her eyes, though it was annoying having to wait and she felt like complaining all the time.

"Eldest miss?"

"Oh, right. Bring it to me. I will eat while on the bed."

Zhi'er gave her a bowl of porridge before rushing back to get a spoon and the tray where the food was brought. He arranged the things for her to eat and then, he went back to eat his bowl of porridge in the table; his miss must want to eat there because she was still tired so he shouldn't bother her, that's what he thought.

Huan Meirong didn't stop him; she wanted her space, indeed.