I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 218: This is a Period Novel, Not a Fantasy Novel

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: This is a Period Novel, Not a Fantasy Novel

Just then, the sound of Han Dazhu’s voice came from outside; looking out the window, he could be seen entering the yard with a hoe on his shoulder.

Qiao Qingyu’s gaze flickered with confusion. Shouldn’t this time be spent working in the fields? Why had he returned so soon?

At that moment, Han Lishi suddenly grabbed Qiao Qingyu’s hand forcefully, "It’s not easy for you to come here. Go see Sixth Girl. She’s been missing you ever since you left."

By this time, Han Dazhu had already entered the room and had started talking to Qiao Zhiyuan, inquiring about Han Xianglan’s health. Qiao Zhiyuan’s attention was immediately drawn away, and Qiao Qingyu didn’t resist; she let the old lady pull her into the north room.

After entering the room, the door was closed by the old lady.

This was a north-facing room that didn’t have glass paned windows like the others; this window was pasted over with thick paper.

Although it was daytime, the light in the room was not bright at all.

However, it had to be acknowledged that even though Han Liuya was paralyzed on the kang, her family took good care of her. The bedding was clean and the room had no particular smell, except for a faint scent of incense.

Qiao Qingyu knew that there were statues enshrined in the room, but she didn’t know what they were because the curtains were drawn.

Then, just at this moment, Han Lishi, who was behind Qiao Qingyu, suddenly took out a sachet and swiftly struck a match to light it. Qiao Qingyu quickly turned her head to look, but suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

The very next second, visible to the naked eye, everything in the room seemed to ripple like water.

But it was only a blink of an eye before everything was back to normal.

"What did you light?" Qiao Qingyu asked Han Lishi.

"It’s for fumigating the room."

Lying on the kang, Han Liuya cracked a smile with a dark tone, "Qiao Qingyu, you’ve arrived. Didn’t I ask you to come alone?"

"Why should I come alone?"

"Because only you can do this thing, and most importantly, after you do it, your mother will immediately recover."

"Han Liuya, that letter was indeed written by you."

Han Liuya chuckled, "Qiao Qingyu, there’s no point in hiding it. I was the one who wrote the letter."

"What’s really going on?" Qiao Qingyu frowned, staring at Han Liuya who was still lying on the kang.

"Grandma, you tell her."

Qiao Qingyu turned her head to glance at Han Lishi, who was standing behind her.

"Qingyu, we’ve always been concerned about your mother. You know Grandma used to divine things for people, and Liuya knows quite a bit about that as well. A few days ago, she had a dream where a deity told her that as long as we take half a bowl of the patient’s daughter’s blood from the heart and place a talisman on it, the illness will naturally heal, because your mother’s illness is a sickness of the spirit, not the flesh."

Qiao Qingyu was taken aback for a moment; she actually knew what was meant by a spiritual sickness versus a physical one.

Put simply, hospitals can cure physical illnesses, but not spiritual ones.

Han Liuya laughed mockingly, "Look how scared you are, like a frightened bear, thinking I’ll harm you. I asked you to come alone because if someone was with you, he surely wouldn’t let you do this. It’s just half a bowl of blood; it won’t take your life, but what if it could save your mother’s..."

Qiao Qingyu’s deeply furrowed brow did not relax. This was utterly ridiculous; talk of heart’s blood and requiring half a bowl—this was a historical novel, not a fantasy.

She took a deep breath, "If that’s the case, you could have just come to the hospital to find me. Why go through all the trouble of sending a registered letter? Don’t you think your actions are sneaky?"

Han Lishi sighed beside her, "It was the immortal in Sixth Girl’s dreams who told her to do this. For your mother’s sake, we had no choice but to follow."

Qiao Qingyu remained silent.

Han Liuya stared at Qiao Qingyu, her heart filled with venom and jealousy.

After more than a month without seeing her, Qiao Qingyu looked even more beautiful. Her skin was as white as a peeled egg, and though she seemed thinner, it did not detract from her beauty.

She wore clothes of a style Han Liuya had never seen before, very fashionable. She even wore little leather shoes and had a sweater under her clothing.

It was easy to imagine she was living a good life.

How could it not be good?

Married to such a handsome and capable man. Although He Xiuyu was known for his odd temper, not being talkative, and quite aloof, there was no better man in the world than him.

What man doesn’t like a beautiful woman?

Her memories were a bit disordered now, many things forgotten, but she still remembered that man growing more and more disgusted with her. Yet she had confidence that, with Qiao Qingyu’s beauty, she would eventually win back his heart. So she couldn’t delay any longer; any further delay would be too late.

Suddenly she spoke up, her voice sharp, "Qiao Qingyu, you’re truly heartless. Your mom has been so good to you, and now you refuse to even give a little blood. I guess you can’t wait for her to die, can you?"

"Liuya, shut your mouth!" Qiao Qingyu’s gaze was filled with anger as she rebuked sharply.

She looked at Han Lishi standing beside her and asked heavily, "Grandma, why must it be blood from the heart, and how do you take it? Will it put my life in danger?"

Before Han Lishi could respond, Liuya cackled, "Granny, listen to her, would you? This wretch is still worrying about her own life at this time, less concerned than we are about her mother. No good deed goes unpunished; she truly has a rotten heart."

Qiao Qingyu, struggling to keep her composure, kept her gaze firmly on Han Lishi.

Han Lishi said, "It has to be blood from the heart."

"How do you take it? Can it be done here? Should Uncle come in?"

Liuya scoffed, "You really have no shame. To get blood from the heart, you have to take off your clothes. Why would you want your uncle to come in, huh? To look at your body?"

Liuya’s harshness and relentless nagging were well known to Qiao Qingyu.

"Liuya, don’t push your luck," Qiao Qingyu warned with an icy voice.

Liuya didn’t care, "Did I say something wrong? Then you tell me, why do you want your uncle to come in? I may be paralyzed on this kang bed, but I’m still a young maiden. Are you sure you want him to see me?"

"Fine, my uncle won’t come in." Qiao Qingyu suddenly calmed down, her icy gaze darting a glance at Liuya before addressing Han Lishi, "Grandma, just tell me straight, what do I need to do?"

"I have here a Golden Needle. It will be used to prick an acupoint and draw out half a bowl of blood. I also have a talisman left by an ancestral master, a treasured heirloom. I’m really going all out here. So, Qingyu, what’s with that attitude? Do you really think we’re out to harm you?"

"I never thought that. It’s just that Liuya has a foul mouth, like she’s eaten dung."

She then added, "Grandma, I wouldn’t let her off if it weren’t for her paralysis!"

"Qiao Qingyu, who are you to forgive anyone? I’m in this state because of you; I haven’t forgiven you yet!" Liuya shrieked sharply.

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