Chapter 58: If I Don t Go to Hell, Then Who Will?

As she walked, Zi You's heart felt a little uncomfortable. Grandfather and uncle's probing looks and aunt's meaningful smile made her heart weak. It felt a bit like a thief being caught in the act.

She could ignore Wang Yiping's vicious gaze and silent condemnation, but she could not be undisturbed in front of her grandfather and uncle.

If they know that everything tonight was a carefully designed scheme to deal with Wang Yiping, would they be disappointed in her? After all, she was only a twelve-year-old child. But her mind was so evil and despicable that people would really be unable to accept it.

But if she did not do this, the one to be destroyed would be she. It didn't matter if she died, but what about grandfather, uncle, aunt and her cousins?

For the sake of her loved ones, Zi You, you cannot be softhearted. Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva said, "If I don't go to hell, then who will?" Let me go to hell then.

Zi You gritted her teeth and her footsteps towards Mu YingRui's study grew firmer.

Mu YingRui carried Shui YouLian into the study. He put her on top of the bed he usually took rest on.

Shui YouLian had slightly closed eyes and slightly opened lips while lying on the bed. She was incessantly gasping. Her body was trembling, like weak and helpless leaves in the wind. A pair of long eyelashes, like a row of fans, projected under her eyelids.

Two small tears like crystal-clear crystals were congealed on the white-as-snow skin of her small face.

Because they were in close proximity, one could smell the faint, fresh mint smell from her mouth.

A pair of snow peaks tightly bound under the translucent red sari was faintly discernible. They were undulating up and down with her shortness of breath, like a pair of fire-red balls.

In the middle were tiny pink pearls as beautiful and seductive as the blossoming of flowers. Her slender and soft waist was like willow branches in March that brought about thousands of amorous feelings. Even her small lotus feet were silently enchanting and issuing a seductive invitation.

Mu YingRui's eyes became dark and deep. His mouth was dry, he had shortness of breath, and blood was boiling all over his body, rushing towards that lower part of his body…

Mu YingRui was not some unworldly "little tender chick." He was well versed in the pleasures of the flesh and had experienced almost everything. To yield to a little woman like Shui YouLian was too easy.

He naturally held Shui YouLian's soft hand and gently asked, "How are you? How can you breathe like this? What can I do to ease your pain?"

Shui YouLian was originally from an official's family. But she had been in Chuyao Guan for a period of time. What thoughts a man had, of course, she could tell with a glance. But she also knew how to grasp the timing.

She immediately shyly and timidly withdrew her small hand. Gasping and panting, she said, "Nubi…nubi has…medicine. Trouble Laoye…to have someone…fetch it…"

Zi You came in with a small porcelain bottle. She poured out a pill and put it in Shui YouLian's mouth.

With a face full of sympathy, she said to Mu YingRui, "YouLian has asthma and cannot be subjected to cold wind or have contact with pollen. But she heard that daughter was rehearsing singing, and dancing as Mid-Autumn Festival gifts for the elders. I needed three people and since the other girls did not dance, she insisted on participating. I advised her not to participate because the evening was windy and it was taking place in the garden, but she did not listen. She said she had no relatives. My relatives were her relatives. She had nothing else to give. A dance that would bring joy to the elders was something she was supposed to do."