19 Chapter 19

"Zhong, Ling Min Zhe is in berserk mode." Li Zian whispers at Zhong.

"Serve you right." Zhong mercilessly ignores Li Zian's complaint while continue to message her forehead.

Ling Min Zhe is boiling fever medicine near the window. Then, he takes a towel and puts it in icy water before putting the towel on Li Zian's forehead.

"Why bother to boil medicine. Just give me the healing pill. In a few minutes, I will be alright."

"Not a chance. You will drink the fever medicine and get a good rest." Ling Min Zhe refute. The healing pill would indeed heal Li Zian but he wants to punish her a bit. She should not take granted valuable pills and did not care for her health.

Li Zian wants to enter the pagoda but Zhong cuts her connection with the pagoda. "You dare!" Li Zian said it with a hoarse voice before coughing."

"Your name is Li Zian. Right now, so many people care and concern about you." Zhong scoop a bowl of fever medicine and let Li Zian drink it.

"Of course, I am Li Zian." Li Zian drinks the bitter medicine in one breath.

"It is good that you know. Remember!" Zhong lowers his head at Li Zian and their forehead is touching each other. "You are not her anymore." Li Zian trembles a bit. "You are Jiangong. You are powerful and proud Li Zian."

Ling Min Zhe stands with his hand crossed at the chest. He is still mad. He fails to notice that Li Zian behaves a bit differently and this led to her fever. Li Zian fell asleep and Zhong sit on the chair beside her.

"What is actually happen?" Ling Min Zhe shoots a question glance.

"It is not your fault. Li Zian is just overwhelmed by her previous memories. She is reckless thinking that she already forgot about it."

"Is every Jiangong have previous life memory?" Ling Min Zhe drags a chair and sits beside Zhong. Maybe he can find out about Li Zian's previous life.

"No. Every Jiangong was born differently. Some of them are with difficult pasts like Li Zian but there are also ordinary people appointed as Jiangong. What you need to know is some beggar on the road might be a Jiangong. A playboy or a scum that acts stupidly may be a Jiangong. A thug or robber might be a Jiangong. Cases like Li Zian are rare. Rebirth or reincarnation is still hard to come by. This is my first time seeing a reincarnation of a Jiangong as it has only been recorded in the history book.

"Why is those evil chosen as a Jiangong? They do evil and create more resentment." Ling Min Zhe shows his dissatisfied face. To him being a Jiangong is a noble job appointed by Heaven itself so what qualification does those evil taints this job.

Zhong smirks at Ling Min Zhe, "Ling Min Zhe you forgot that there are many ways of life in this world. Who are we to judge those Jiangong. They may be evil in your eyes but to others, he is the savior. A Jiangong needs to control the resentment of the world. No need to do anything more than that."

Zhong shuffles Ling Min Zhe's hair, "Go to sleep. Let me take care of Li Zian. You need to work tomorrow."

Ling Min Zhe that wanted to ask about Li Zian's previous life slaps Zhong's hand from his head and sleeps at the bed beside Li Zian's bed. In a few minutes, he already snoring.

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"Ahh! Help! The Hand is here!" A beautiful young woman screamed at the top of her lung. She kneels and supports a man that has both of his hands cut at the wrist. The person that was completely wrapped in a black robe did not run but jump on the roof and sees a few thugs come running.

"Perfect! The Hand waited for the thugs before cutting the hands of those thugs. The thugs screamed and retreat. They did not know how The Hand cuts their hands. He only stands on the roof and suddenly their hands fall down. Blood splatters everywhere. The woman already faints.

"You do not need those hands." As soon as The Hand said it, those hands are burn to ashes. Like doing a magic trick The Hand disappears in the dark of night.

A woman around forty is sewing in dim lightroom. She refers to a painting while sewing. She is so focused on sewing that she did not notice her son entering the house. The son did not disturb his mother and directly enter the kitchen. When he gets out of the room, he brings out one big candle and one small candle. He puts the big candle at the table that is placed in the middle of the living room and puts the small candle beside his mother.

"You are back Xiao Guang." Li Heng smiles seeing her son.

"Mom, why did you sew in the dark? You should care about your eyes."

"It is not dark." Li Heng shakes her head, "Your father wants to be in the dark." Li Heng turns her head towards her room. Her face shows a hint of worry.

"If he wants to stay in the dark let him be. That does not mean we also should live in the dark." Lee Guang shows dissatisfaction towards his father. There is also a hint of anger and hate. Seeing her son's displeasure, Li Heng quickly distracts him while telling him that dinner is ready.

"Xiao Guang let's eat; I already cook some rice porridge for you."

Le Guang and his mother sit in the kitchen and just when they want to eat his father shout comes out from the room, "I'm hungry! Bring me food!" His mother trembles a bit and seeing that Lee Guang's eyes darken and stand up. His mother grasps his shoulder and forces him to sit.

"I will go. You eat first." Li Heng hurriedly scoops a big bowl of rice porridge and put pickle vegetable with dried fish in the porridge. The rice porridge smell so delicious. Li Heng's mouths are watery but she has to serve her husband.

"What the hell are you doing!? I AM HUNGRY!" Lee Genji shouts once again while hitting the bed to make a loud noise. Li Heng enters the dark bedroom and walks carefully towards her husband with a small candle. On the bed lay a man in his forty. Both of his hand is being cut at the wrist. His leg both of them are broken and wrapped in cloth. The herb smell is strong.

"Husband, I am here. Let me help you to sit." Li Heng put the porridge on the table beside the bed and help her husband. Le Genji just makes a snort and lets his wife help him. Then, Le Heng feeds her husband the rice porridge.

"Where did you get the money to buy rice?" Lee Genji burps in satisfaction. In these few months after his leg is broken and his hand being cut, his family spends their money on his treatment and without his salary as a laborer to support the family, they only eat leftovers from the restaurant or charity from neighbour.

"It is all Xiao Guang's effort. He is clever and good at painting. His pattern design is very beautiful and it attracts Master Zheng's attention. He hired Xiao Guang as one of the tailors and get a commission for his designs." Li Heng smiles until her eyes form a crescent moon, "Our Xiao Guang is very talented. It is not waste that we send him to school."

"Hump! He is just a brat! Lee Genji did not want to hear anymore, "If he can earn why did he cannot help me to pay off the debt?"

"Husband, he just got the job. Besides, you should not gamble..."

"Shut up! It is my money; I can do whatever with it." A baleful of resentment starts circling Lee Genji, "Give me your hand!" Li Heng hesitates but lee Genji lets out a growl and she slowly put her left hand in front of Lee Genji. Seeing her hand Lee Genji feels jealous and bites it hard until it bleeds. Li Heng did not dare to scream and hold her tears.

Lee Guang stands in front of the door of his parent's bedroom. His eyes seem to be able to see what happen inside the room, "Why did you let yourself be abused?" Lee Guang's eyes are cold and dark. If Li Zian is here, she will be surprised to see how good Le Guang is in controlling his resentment. His resentment is strong and thick but it stays within the safe level.

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After two days of resting Li Zian's body temperature returns to normal. On the third day, Li Zian sits near the window watching the morning scenery while hearing Ling Min Zhe's snoring.