I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 470 Yun, Trapped_1

Chapter 470: Chapter 470 Yun, Trapped_1

In the following days, your life was as bland as the boiled water you are drinking now.

At the moment, Zhao’er was sitting beside you, with an apple in her left hand, from which she would occasionally take a bite, and in her right hand, she held a Chinese chess piece, playing the game expressionlessly.

She had faced several opponents by now.

The whole thing started with Little Qinniang, because during the New Year celebrations, it was so boring to watch TV at home, that your mother dug out a set of Chinese chess from the cupboard and began teaching her.

While your mother was teaching Little Qinniang, Zhao’er casually watched a few rounds and then joined in the board slaughter as well. The result was that after more than ten games, your mother’s win rate was zero!

Oh, my life!

Over the past decade or so, only you and others had the experience of being thrashed by your mother on the chessboard!

It wasn’t long before Wu Qiyi and Xi Yu came over for a visit.

As a result, Wu Qiyi, who had been known as a child prodigy with an IQ of over two hundred, also lost two games and drew one on the chessboard!

This made her stare at Zhao’er for several minutes, even beginning to suspect that Zhao’er was feigning ignorance.

Xi Yu, refusing to believe it, rolled up her sleeves to help her mistress gain back some face but ended up utterly defeated, holding her forehead and pondering life as she stared out the window.

The next day, Xiao Feng and those other cowards also came over for New Year’s visits. There’s not much to say about them; none could last more than ten rounds in front of Zhao’er. It was a total massacre!

The game of Chinese chess may seem simple, but in Zhao’er’s hands, it was as if it had come to life. Aside from the game Wu Qiyi and Zhao’er drew, all the others got a big fat zero!

As for Xian Qianling, the crazy woman, she had arrived early and had been hiding to the side watching, not even having the courage to join in.

However, what no one expected was that, a few days later, Zhao’er, who had dominated the chessboard, ended up drawing again with someone—and that person was none other than Little Qinniang.

Like Zhao’er, Little Qinniang had never touched Chinese chess before. After observing for a few days, she finally sat in front of Zhao’er. The result was that after over ten games, they drew each and every one, with no clear winner!

And now, this very game too ended in a draw.

"Little Yan, how did you manage to do that?"

Faced with Xi Yu’s question, Little Qinniang imitated Zhao’er’s gesture, tilting her head and blinking her bright eyes, before saying with a smile, "I don’t know either. I just played and it turned out to be the right move."

"Alright, it’s already past eight, and it’s getting late. You all should head back and rest too."

You glanced at the time and noticed that when the minute hand pointed at the number 2, Zhao’er yawned slightly.

In the last few days, Zhao’er’s sleeping pattern had taken on a very strange regularity. It was as if she was set like an alarm clock to get sleepy at the exact time and would fall asleep within a minute.

This regularity was indeed odd. For example, on the day you and Xian Qianling dealt with Xian Qianzhong and Lord Xian, Zhao’er began to feel sleepy at eight o’clock; the next day, it moved to eight ten, then eight twenty the day after, and so on until it reached nine o’clock, then reset back to eight on the dot to start over.

As expected, Zhao’er casually tossed the apple core she had finished eating into a trash can several meters away, turned her head towards you, and softly said, "Yun, sleepy."

You stood up, took Zhao’er by the hand, and had her sit beside you, leaning gently against your shoulder.

Although Zhao’er’s sleeping pattern seemed strange to you, and although everyone researched but couldn’t figure it out, it didn’t really matter as long as Zhao’er could wake up normally the next day.

Everyone stood up, and just then, Wu Qiyi asked you, "Tomorrow is Lantern Festival. This year, they’re holding a large lantern fair along the Grand Canal. Are you going tomorrow?"

He glanced at Zhao’er, who had already closed her eyes and whose breathing had gradually become even, and nodded slightly.

After everyone had left, he carried Zhao’er into the room and skillfully helped her out of her outer clothing. His hands had become so adept at undressing her that he could do so without even grazing her tender skin with his fingertips.

After tucking her in gently, he tiptoed out of the room.

Although nothing, not even thunder, could disturb Zhao’er’s sleep, he was still habitually careful in his movements.

Exiting the room, Little Qinniang was cooking noodles in the kitchen. She whispered to him, "Brother, do you want a bowl too?"

Patting his stomach, he nodded and sat beside his mother, who was engrossed in a romance drama from the Country of Bangzi.

He watched the Bangzi men and women in love on television in silence, and after a while, he let out a small sigh.

"What’s the matter? Worried?"

"Mmm, not just worried, but very worried."

"She’s just sleeping regularly, no need to worry so much," his mother said, cracking sunflower seeds.

"I am afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

He glanced at the door of his own room and said with a sigh, "I’m afraid that this sleep of hers could be a vicissitude of change."

Indeed, Zhao’er was not an ordinary person, and their understanding of her was extremely limited. Moreover, the bizarre phenomena that occasionally appeared on her made him all the more anxious.

He continued to his mother, "Previously, when Er Ya and I went down to Qian Ling’s Underground Palace, we found a scroll in the fake underground palace and also obtained information about Zhao’er. Zhao’er is a vessel carefully sought by the Empress to facilitate the soul of a previous Empress to transition through a thousand years. This information is meager, and beyond that, there is no other information related to Zhao’er. Sometimes, I even start to wonder if Zhao’er is not a female corpse crafted by someone?"

After pondering for a moment, his mother spoke, "It’s not impossible, but according to Er Ya, isn’t Zhao’er very strong, even able to hold her own against that Empress?"

He nodded, "Yes, indeed. And it was against an Empress who was in a state of being half human, half god."

"If that’s the case, then Zhao’er’s identity must not be so simple."

"I know, but I have no clue where to start. Right now, what I’m most afraid of is her falling asleep again and not waking up. I cannot wait for a thousand years."

His mother added, "I also went through a lot of information in the secret chamber at your grandmother’s house but couldn’t find any information about Zhao’er either. This has been confusing me as well. Understanding Zhao’er’s identity is now of paramount importance."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mom, do you think there’s information about Zhao’er in the true resting place of the Empress?"

"Even if there is, you can’t go there with your current abilities," his mother immediately dismissed the idea, "Not to mention that the actual location of the Empress’ tomb has not been found yet. Even if it was found, you couldn’t enter; even if you did enter, you might not be able to come out alive. It’s a risk of nine deaths and one life, and I won’t let you take that risk!"

"But..."

"There should be other methods." After a moment’s thought, his mother asked, "Didn’t you say before that Zhao’er was found by the Empress and given to the previous Empress? Then who was the person who escorted Zhao’er’s body?"

"I don’t know, it wasn’t mentioned," he shook his head.

"Then who received Zhao’er?"

He was taken aback, then suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, "That’s it, Wu Qiuyue!"

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