Diligence System: From Servant to Martial King-Chapter 316 - 267: The Lady’s Overbearing Pursuit—Dare You Take My Beloved’s Life?
Wen Caishang uses silk to search for, nursing her wounds while pursuing her loved one. The Silkworm Robe Mismatched Jade Technique displays its miraculous effects, quite formidable. She packed sufficient silver taels, the exotic horse chases the moon, pulling the Fragrant Jade Treasure Carriage. Swift as the wind, but since Li Xian is already far away, she only knows the general direction. Much time was spent fruitlessly.
Inside the carriage.
A jade table stands sideways, fragrant curtains hang down. Her silken dress clings softly to her skin, hazy like gauze, she wants to cover yet hide. Enchantingly soft and charming, her long hair is tied up, fixed with silver hairpins, with two strands of hair slightly drooping. Supporting her head with her left hand, her fair toes slightly pointed. Though her heart is filled with anger, her face shows none, her alluring eyes slightly closed, practicing the Silkworm Jade Skill.
"That scoundrel left me. Indeed, making it difficult for me to practice that extraordinary skill. With Qiuyue gone, no one is left beside me."
Suddenly, she opens her eyes. The Silkworm Robe Mismatched Jade Technique is truly a miraculous skill of this world, but its flaws are apparent. The further it goes, it requires two people to practice. One wears the silk robe, while the other practices its essence internally.
She fleetingly thought, "If I capture him, how should I handle him? Should I cut off his legs? Although it’s inevitable, it seems there is no better way. Alas, losing his legs, he would lose some of his heroic spirit. But he should stay by my side nonetheless."
Suddenly she recalls past pleasures. Boat tours on the river, the sights and experiences along the way, calligraphy and paintings, all kinds, she is unable to resist... The joy between, her soul is lost.
Those past years were spent in vain. Today is wonderful, like visiting an immortal palace, lingering too long to leave. Originally, with her beauty, having tasted the marrow and knowing the taste, she could indulge at will, finding other men for pleasure and revelry. She only needs to nod, and even if men knew they were facing death or losing limbs... they would still seek her.
But she has always been demanding of "perfection."
Her lover must possess appearance, talent, and affection...none of the three can be lacking. Those with outstanding looks do exist. Those with extraordinary talent do exist. But affection is extremely rare, looking around the world, it’s hard to find someone who can make Wen Caishang nurture affection anymore. Her nature is such that she talks of profit, not love. Her relationship with Li Xian purely stems from coincidence, fate’s machination.
Like this, no matter how good-looking others are, no matter how extraordinary their talent... it doesn’t matter anymore. To truly experience those feelings, she must completely capture Li Xian, completely trap him by her side.
Wen Caishang said, "After all, he’s my Mr. Li La, cutting off his legs, my heart would ache too. Then... I shall learn martial arts, striking his feet’s major acupoints. So that he can’t use his legs."
"I don’t bat an eye to severing people’s limbs or taking lives. Yet I didn’t want to hurt you, and you still left me. Humph, not knowing what’s good for you."
With anger and resentment, as if Li Xian is right beside her, she laments accusingly.
She suddenly raises her palm and waves it lightly. The carriage stops instantly, she lifts the curtain and gets off, her heart slightly sour. In the past, at these times, Li Xian would surely carry a jade stool, raise his hand for support. Her lightweight skill is exceptional, scaling even steep cliffs, how could she need support? But such attentive care deeply touched her heart.
Wen Caishang is always extremely conflicted. Rather than settle for less, she ignored every Nursing Home guard and countless admirers... refused to even consider pursuers. Yet solely accepted Li Xian’s service for two years, with meticulous care, imperceptibly seeping into her heart.
There is the fierceness of storm and tempest, and the gentleness of Spring rain. With Li Xian fleeing, not a single thread of emotion diminished. Instead, reminiscing about the past brings great discomfort, increasing both hatred and love.
She is meticulously groomed, entirely unlike her former disheveled self. Her elegance is indescribable, pearls on her hairpins producing peculiar "da-da" sounds. Her sleeves are wide, the patterns extremely exquisite. With a gentle sweep of her sleeve, the soil before her overturns.
This place is a dense forest.
Within the woods, no trace remains, the overturned soil reveals a wooden box. With absorbing power from her palm, the box makes a "puchi" sound, leaps from the ground, and falls in her hand.
Wen Caishang gently blows away the soil, the box has a concealed clasp, it is Li Xian’s item. Unlocking the clasp reveals a set of silk clothing and a rope kit inside.
Neatly folded, perfectly organized. Wen Caishang gently strokes it, her expression suddenly soft and angry, "This brat is indeed clever, guessing my tracking ability comes from silk. I never talked about this, but the arrangement of silk array, silk subtly attracts... he must have seen it. Surely that’s how he guessed."
"Therefore, he took precautions, hiding objects made of silk in the box, buried them well."
"Mr. Li La, oh Mr. Li La... you make me so conflicted. If you weren’t so smart, I’d find you easily. But then I wouldn’t love you as much."
"You brat... after all, you have some conscience. These clothes and ropes, you folded them carefully, perfectly arranged, I suppose reminiscing our past pleasure, you’re quite nostalgic too. Without carelessly discarding them."
She put away the wooden box, her anger slightly diminished. Boarding the carriage again, continuing the pursuit. She smirked, "You know how to hide clothes and ropes, but difficult to foresee, I’ve already wound plenty of silk in your hair."
In the small plot of Harmony Village.
Every night, Wen Caishang would surround her hair with silk. Her idle pastime unexpectedly has a great use. The ancestral silkworm lies in her palm, subtly sensing the silk.
The silk sold by the Silk Clothing Pavilion. Tracing back to its origin, all come from this "Ancestral Silkworm." Countless white silkworms of the silk garden, all descendants of the ancestral silkworm. Wen Caishang’s tracking skill is to scatter silk, then sensing and pursuing.
Wen Caishang’s miscellaneous studies are wide and profound. The ancestral silkworm’s sensing, combined with her own intelligence, step-by-step analysis and observation, naturally no enemy can escape. With Wen Caishang determined to kill, absolutely no one can escape.
The carriage speeds along.
The distance grows closer.
That day, arrived at "Brocade City." Wen Caishang remembers vividly, although she had never visited this city, she glimpsed the smoke rising from within it while sailing downriver with Li Xian.
That day, two voices sweetly conversing, intimately. The scenery along the way, self-experienced and unforgettable. Each time she recalls it, she’s reluctant to leave, wishing to immerse in it forever. Riding into the city, the exotic horse is majestic, the treasure carriage luxurious, immediately drawing attention from others.
