I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 126 - 102: No One Knows a Daughter Like Her Mother
Sang Que opened the lid of the box and returned home, only to find the box had been moved.
When she left, she entered the large box full of miscellaneous items from the garden storeroom. Now it was in the study, definitely moved by her mom, to verify whether she marked the ’open gate’ based on location or the ’gate’ itself.
It seems now, whichever gate she uses, the position of the gate changes, and her position will change accordingly.
That is to say, next time if she goes to Wangshan City, she can hire an escort agency to transport a big box, saving herself from having to guard there every day.
Sighing in relief, Sang Que also felt a bit disappointed because during the transportation period, her mom would definitely require her to attend school normally.
"Mom, I’m back~"
Sang Que came out of the box with Xuan Yu, but there was no response.
Woof woof! Woof woof!
Little General’s barking could be heard from over in the garden.
Meow~
Xuan Yu jumped onto the desk and squatted beside the ink used by Sang Wan for writing with a brush.
Sang Que walked over to look; the desk was clean, indicating Xuan Yu was suggesting something was wrong with the ink?
Sang Que quickly left the study and searched around but couldn’t find any sign of her mom, suddenly panicking.
Grabbing her phone, she turned it on and wanted to call her mom.
The call immediately connected, as if her mom had been holding her phone all this time.
Sang Que breathed a sigh of relief, "Mom, where did you go?"
On the other end, Sang Wan cleared her throat, "Oh, Little Que, don’t worry, mommy has some pneumonia symptoms and is in the hospital on an IV drip." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Is it serious? It’s the hospital next to our home, right? I’ll come over straight away!"
"It’s not serious, I’m already feeling much better, just take a shower and change before coming over to get me, I’m almost done."
"Alright, I’ll keep my phone close by, call me immediately if you need anything."
Sang Que opened two cans for Xuan Yu to eat and hurriedly showered, changed her clothes, only half-drying her hair before taking her phone and heading out, leaving Xuan Yu and Little General to mind the house.
At the hospital outpatient infusion room, she saw her mom sitting there with an IV drip, confirming she hadn’t been lied to, finally easing her worried heart.
"Mom, how did you suddenly get pneumonia?"
Hearing her voice, Sang Wan, didn’t immediately react, fixedly looking at Sang Que, scanning her inside and out.
Sang Que sat next to her, "I’m fine, look at the wound on my neck, it’s healed on its own."
Sang Wan relaxed, gently smiling, "Seems you’ve had some adventures, no wonder you’re like the heroine of a fantasy novel!"
The words on Sang Que’s lips went unspoken, she smiled and noted her mom’s medication was almost finished, went out to find a nurse to remove the needle, and incidentally inquired about her mom’s condition.
After removing the needle, Sang Que pushed the wheelchair out, and along the hallway came a male doctor, making Sang Que quickly crouch down beside the wheelchair to hide.
Sang Wan looked at the male doctor then at Sang Que, quickly guessing that Sang Que might have caused trouble last time at the hospital, fearing complications, talking nonsense again.
Once the male doctor passed by, Sang Que used Sang Wan’s wheelchair as a makeshift scooter, carrying Sang Wan to escape the hospital.
"Mom, are you hungry? Let’s go have some duck blood vermicelli soup."
The summer night’s breeze carried the scent of barbecue, Sang Wan noticed that Sang Que seemed in good spirits, presumably relieved from intrigues over at the Deceit Dynasty.
During the meal, Sang Wan observed Sang Que added a lot of duck blood, and her previously deliberately tanned skin had lightened a shade, complexion wasn’t good, like she was anemic.
After eating and drinking, Sang Que went to shop at the supermarket, bought some treats for Xia Chan, as well as fruits and other things.
Back home, Sang Que held half a watermelon, sat on the sofa with a spoon, ready to tell her mom about her experiences.
But before Sang Que started speaking, Sang Wan interrupted her and handed her the phone.
Sang Que bit her spoon accepting the phone, seeing the notification of a group invitation on her mom’s phone, the spoon dropped from her mouth, her throat tightened, and she widened her eyes in disbelief.
"I know, if I didn’t first confess to you, you’d definitely hide certain things from me, so today mom chose to lead by example, keeping our promise, to never hide anything from you. Actually, I didn’t suddenly get pneumonia, it was because of using the storyteller’s ability, and the cost I paid."
Sang Que was so shocked she didn’t know what to say for a moment; mother and daughter locked eyes, while Xuan Yu squatted on the coffee table, purring and licking its coat.
Sang Wan continued, "Last night, I fainted, Aunt Xu, Xu Shufen, she coincidentally called, the phone fell to the ground from vibrating, Little General anxiously pawed at it, actually connecting the call. At the time I was dazed; I just heard Little General barking, and don’t know how Aunt Xu understood, until I woke up, and I was already in the hospital."
"Last night when Aunt Xu sent me over, my symptoms were indeed acute, but by morning, they had significantly improved, even the doctors were puzzled. At my insistence, I didn’t stay for observation, just received outpatient treatment and would reinforce later with medication, shouldn’t be a problem. If you’re free tomorrow, please thank Aunt Xu for me."
Sang Que put the watermelon aside, eyes filled with guilt, "Sorry Mom, once again I got you involved."
Sang Wan smiled, "The reason I’m being so straightforward with you is that I don’t want you to struggle and internalize guilt. I am an adult, I know what I am doing, your guilt stems from caring about me, which makes me happy, but I don’t want you to hold back because of it."
"Moreover, being able to help you gives me a sense of achievement. Who wants to be a burden, right? You are in such a dangerous place, smooth sailing is impossible. I hope we as mother and daughter can be honest enough to use the power of one plus one greater than two, to survive better, whether in the Deceit Dynasty or here, whether it’s you or me."
Sang Wan looked at her phone; the invitation from the storytelling group suddenly found her, indicating she was starting to get drawn into the world’s dark side ever deeper.
"Little Que, we are mother and daughter as well as comrades. The biggest danger is hiding things from each other. We both care for each other, willing even to give our lives, but we shouldn’t rely on life sacrifice as the ultimate retreat. We should support each other and live well."
"What do you plan to do about the invitation?" Sang Que asked.
Sang Wan picked up the phone, "Although I’m very curious about what’s behind this group, our current power isn’t enough. Joining impulsively will only lead to being used, ignoring it can easily lead to unknown changes, so..."
Sang Wan resolutely hit reject, then that notification message disappeared as if it had never appeared.
She waited until Sang Que returned then clicked, also to let Sang Que see it, and feel reassured.
"By the way, I’ve indirectly informed Aunt Xu about the group; she seems to know some ’related people.’ I believe someone will look into it; for now, we should focus on you more."
"Only by you becoming strong enough can we calmly face everything. Now tell me, about the storyteller’s details, every single bit, don’t try to fool mom~"
Sang Wan made a ’keeping an eye on you’ gesture. Sang Que sighed; she had already decided not to talk about the storyteller for now, but unexpectedly her escape from the Ming Mansion involved her mom’s assistance.
Indeed, she was just a novel protagonist, while mom was the God controlling everything!
Sang Que offered a watermelon to her God, "You eat, I talk."
The long night stretched on as the mother and daughter stayed awake, discussing the stories from the living room to the study, Sang Que’s mouth never stopped, besides talking, also eating.
Sang Wan kept taking notes, organizing every detail about the storyteller, summarizing the storyteller’s rules one by one.
"...Mom, what do you think I should do the next time I encounter the storyteller to avoid being caught up in his stories?"
