Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

On the riverside of Jinkang Village outside Shengjing City, there stood a girl in a scarlet dress. She looked and was well dressed, but her hands and forearms were covered in mud, and her skirt was also covered in stains.

Spring thunder rumbled, thick black clouds gathered overhead, the water surface was shaken by the strong wind, the reeds in the marsh were almost blown away, and a heavy rain was brewing again on the horizon which had just been calm for a day.

She stood motionless by the river, staring at something in a trance. Even the people running along the street to avoid the rain glanced at her.

Changying ran over against the wind, "Fourth Miss, I found out that it was a maid in the Shen Mansion who jumped into the lake because she was wrongly accused."

Zhu Zheng seemed to come back to life. She closed her eyes that were sore from the wind and let out a long breath.

"It's my fault. Miss Fourth was frightened and she even came out on a rainy day." Changying said with guilt.

Zhu Zheng's lifeless eyes finally moved, and she murmured to herself, "I don't blame you, you tried your best."

She knew better than anyone that Changying had really tried his best. He had posted missing person notices everywhere with generous rewards, and would personally go there if someone came to give him information, even if the description was only slightly similar to the place.

The news of his return to the capital spread throughout the streets and alleys of Shengjing and the villages on the outskirts of the city.

It was just that those notes with "no" written all over them were covering Zhu Zheng's face one by one, until she felt like she was locked in a dark room, watching the light disappear through the cracks bit by bit, until there was no more daylight.

The news brought back today was that the villagers of Jinkang Village had taken down a notice and swore that they had found a noble lady wearing a green dress, who looked very much like Zhu Qing in both height and age.

Zhu Zheng ran out of Shuiyun Tower and immediately took a bus to Jinkang Village after finding Changying. However, she did not expect that the noble lady the villagers were talking about was an unclaimed female corpse floating in the river.

When Zhu Zheng arrived, other villagers had already buried the body. Zhu Zheng stood in front of the grave for a long time. Suddenly, she was heartbroken and wanted to dig up the new grave with her bare hands. The villagers were so scared that they thought she was a madman who had come from somewhere.

The farce lasted until the evening, when the head of the camp was called in to open the coffin and perform an autopsy.

Zhu Zheng turned around with slumped shoulders and said, "Go buy some gifts and send them to the couple who buried her. I was so rude."

Changying agreed, "Miss Fourth, please go back quickly. It's going to rain soon. The carriage is waiting for you at the entrance of the village."

Zhu Zheng nodded and walked out with unsteady steps.

She had searched all over Shengjing. Maybe her sister was in a locked room, or maybe she was no longer in Shengjing. She knew it was useless to search like a headless fly, but she had no other choice.

Seeing the short tombstone without a tombstone just now suddenly reminded Zhu Zheng of the ten years she had spent wandering around her sister's grave as a ghost. The memories of her past life came rushing back, making her fall into a bottomless abyss.

When she was in solitary confinement as a child, her grandmother would not allow anyone to bring her food, so her sister stuffed flattened buns through the crack in the door. When she had a fever, no one cared, so her sister deliberately soaked in cold water, and when she got sick, she gave her half of the medicine. When Zhu Long twisted her arm, her sister also protected her tightly, holding a kitchen knife stolen from the kitchen so that Zhu Long dared not approach.

She used to be called an orphan, but she never felt sad because she had her sister.

My sister gave her a name, she was worried that she would be cold or hungry, she would cry for her little injuries, and she would praise her for a long time for the little things she did...

When Zhu Zheng couldn't figure out why she was alive, she told herself that she had to keep living because her sister was there...even if it was harder.

The only thing to be thankful for in her unremarkable previous life was that when her blood dried up to the last drop, she was still lying in her sister's arms.

Zhu Zheng was moved to tears more than once for being able to reunite with Zhu Qing in this life. She was so grateful that she was willing to forgive all the suffering and pain she had endured in the past. She wanted to live a good life with her sister no matter what the cost.

But now her sister is missing. If she can't find her, Zhu Zheng doesn't know what the point of all this is...

The sky gradually darkened at dusk, the clouds on the horizon were like iron, and strong winds blew through the dense forest, making a strange howling sound, as if tens of millions of people were howling.

Zhu Zheng didn't know if she had gone in the wrong direction. Not only did she not see the carriage, but she walked into a dense forest instead.

The strong wind made the branches shake wildly, and the fallen leaves mixed with gravel hit Zhu Zheng's face. Before Zhu Zheng could turn around, heavy rain poured down in an instant, and the light between heaven and earth disappeared in an instant.

The violent storm blurred Zhu Zheng's vision in an instant. All he could hear were shouting sounds. He dragged his heavy steps forward, feeling as if he was drowned in a dark maze. There were endless roads on all sides, but no exit anywhere.

She wandered in the woods, one step deep and one step shallow, her body covered with mud and water, like a homeless dog, lost in the endless rainy night.

There were many animal traps in the forest. Zhu Zheng was careful, but her vision was too dim and she accidentally stepped on empty air, falling into a deep pit.

Fortunately, the trap was either used or damaged by the water, so it didn't hurt her arms or legs. But the mud pit was filled with a lot of water, and the walls were slippery. Zhu Zheng climbed up several times but couldn't climb up.

The rain was beating down on people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. The rainy night in early spring could still chill the whole body. The limbs quickly became cold as they were washed. Seeing that her struggle was in vain, Zhu Zheng had no choice but to sit down at the bottom of the muddy pit, praying that she could recover some strength as soon as possible.

I don’t know how long it took, but a call pierced through the rain.

"Zhu Zheng."

When Zhu Zheng heard someone calling her, she raised her head suddenly, only to see a wet figure appear above her head. His hair was scattered on his forehead, his robe was fluttering in the wind, and his face and hands were covered in mud. It was impossible to tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

Zhu Zheng's eyes were filled with raindrops, and her head was empty. However, her mouth reacted before her head did, and she called out softly, "Sir..."

"Give me your hand."

Zhu Zheng stretched out her hand blankly, and Rong Yan immediately grabbed it tightly and held her in his wet arms.

The wet cloak was covered over her head, wrapping her tightly. Zhu Zheng was picked up by the waist, and her tall figure blocked all the wind and rain.

In this way, she was carried all the way back to the carriage, and the sounds outside were instantly blocked out. Zhu Zheng was pressed on the soft couch, Rong Yan raised his hand to pull her buttons, and then unbuttoned her clothes. The wet clothes stuck tightly to her body. He moved quickly and with great strength, almost tearing her clothes off directly.

Zhu Zheng’s face was pale and her lips were purple. She weakly stretched out her hands to block it.

"Do you still want to live?" Rong Yan did not stop his movements. While speaking, he stripped off her clothes and quickly wrapped her in a thick soft blanket.

Zhu Zheng was a beat late, but still replied weakly, "Yes..."

Rong Yan wrapped Zhu Zheng like a cicada pupa and held her tightly in his arms. He put his hands into the blanket and rubbed her cold hands.

Zhu Zheng blinked very slowly, wrapped in the blanket and allowing Rong Yan to move around. After a long time, the heat beating in her blood slowly revived, and her stiff hands and feet slowly recovered.

A lot of water must have gotten into my ears, causing me to have a splitting headache, and my whole head felt heavy.

Therefore, she had no recollection of how she got off the carriage and was carried back to the room by Rong Yan. When she came to her senses, she saw four heaters in front of her, she was wrapped in three layers of blankets, and the dark blue bed curtains with a few silver cranes embroidered on them were hanging down.

This is not the furnishings of Zhu Mansion.