Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

"Miss," Xiao Yun called worriedly.

"I'm fine."

Nan Hua didn't seem to care in the slightest bit about what those people were doing. Since Nan Shu Cheng loved Madam Qu so much, it was only natural that he would want to spend the night with her. However, his way of confiding to his wife was quite unnatural.

With this in factor, Nan Hua would have to change her plan slightly.

"The servants might be watching you more tomorrow, Miss."

"They can watch."

There was nothing that Nan Hua was planning to do either. She had finished most of her training and if she kept her presence low and trained some basic movement in her room, they would never be able to know.

The key was to keep quiet.

Nan Hua waved her hand. "You may go."

"Yes, Miss."

Climbing on the bed, Nan Hua looked at the ceiling. If this was in her original world, she would have been busy checking the bugs all around the place. But in this world, they hadn't developed such technology and so on.

It was much more relaxing.

…

In the next morning, Nan Hua woke up early and had her breakfast. One way or another, the kitchen servants managed to finish their work while some other stronger maidservants were busy carrying kitchen equipment to the side room in Nan Hua's courtyard.

They were working quickly to make sure that it was ready before it was time to cook for lunch.

If not, the kitchen staff would be tortured once more.

Nan Hua didn't bother with them and spent her time inside the living room, embroidering. She didn't care about the servants outside her room even though they were all spies who were sent by Madam Qu to look at her.

"Miss, wouldn't brighter color look better?" Xiao Yun suggested.

Nan Hua glanced at the red thread Xiao Yun pointed at and then looked at her own embroidery. It did look a bit gloomy. When it came to artistic sense, Nan Hua always needed others to help her a bit because for some reasons, she was bad at this kind of sense.

Thus, Nan Hua took the read thread and switch the color to that of red. Red flower embroidery was slowly coming into live on Nan Hua's hand.

Xiao Yun looked at the embroidery and sighed. Even though Nan Hua's skill naturally couldn't contend with those skilled embroider, it was clear that her skill was not bad. At least, she could simply say that she had clumsy hand and didn't have much talent for this.

With this result, she could at least pass with decent result.

While Xiao Yun was helping Nan Hua to make the flowers more colorful and natural, Mu Yan came.

"Miss, Madam Qu is here."

Nan Hua's hand stopped. She raised her head. "Tell her to come in."

"Yes, Miss."

Tep. Tep. Tep.

Even though the steps were supposed to be very low that it was impossible for normal people to hear, Nan Hua could hear Madam Qu's footsteps very clearly. Everyone have their own way of walking and the sound would be different for each of them. Differentiating people from their way of walking was possible.

Madam Qu walked into the living room. She looked around and noticed that the furnishing was kept the same as when Madam Nan was still alive. Even though there were a lot of differences in quality of the furniture, it was very similar.

That sight was an eyesore for her.

"Madam Qu, to what do I owe your presence?" Nan Hua asked in a low voice.

Madam Qu looked at Nan Hua. Now that she was staying close to Nan Hua, she could see the striking resemblance between Nan Hua and Madam Nan very much. It was as if the two of them were the same person. If not because Nan Hua's eyes were darker and some minor differences, she might not be able to differentiate the two of them.

Her hand gripped her sleeve harder.

She hated that face so much.

"Nan Hua, since you've returned, I was thinking of returning the jewelry box that I borrowed from your mother." Madam Qu coughed. "After all, as your new mother, I can't possibly keep on holding onto her belongings."

Madam Nan's jewelry box?

The phrase caused some images to appear within Nan Hua's mind as her eyes turned a shade colder. Borrowing was an incorrect word because Madam Qu literally threatened her mother and snatched that box away.

"I see."

Madam Qu looked at Nan Hua while her servant had handed the box to Xiao Yun. "Shouldn't you be thankful, Nan Hua?"

"Why should I be thankful because you're returning what belong to my mother?" Nan Hua asked back slowly. Each of her words were said in clear voice, as if she wanted to stress the point of her question.

Madam Qu nearly choked. She wanted to rush forward and smash Nan Hua but she could see that Xiao Yun was standing in front of Nan Hua and seemed to be ready to protect her. Recalling Old Master Nan's background in military, she didn't have any doubt that Xiao Yun must have practiced martial arts.

A weak woman like her was not a match against a martial arts practitioner.

"That's good, then I…"

"You may leave, Madam Qu."

Madam Qu's face flushed. "Don't be ungrateful, Nan Hua! You're only here because Nan Shu Cheng allowed you to be!"

Nan Hua stared back, her dark obsidian eyes reflected no emotion. "I know."

I know.

Only two words.

And yet Madam Qu felt that whatever she wanted to say was blocked. No wonder that Nan Xin came crying to her, complaining that Nan Hua was so hard to please. No matter what they said, Nan Hua would respond in such manner, making it impossible for them to even talk properly!

However, when she met with others, this way of speaking would surely offend them.

With that in mind, Madam Qu had an idea how to deal with Nan Hua.