The Battle of the Noble Ladies (Book 1)

Chapter 118 - Man-made

The scorching heat wave hit her face, making her eyes ache. Those who were closer felt as if their hair was being singed, and the fragrance of gardenias was no longer detectable in the air.

Nanny Xu, being an experienced elder, quickly recovered after the initial shock and hurriedly scolded a few young girls, "What are you wailing about?! It's just anger making her vomit; it's not a big deal. Calm down and don't lose your composure."

Song Chuyi was in a daze, feeling pain throughout her body, with tears streaming down her face. Recently, she had been busy investigating the Cui family, looking for a way out, and contacting the Cui family, as well as trying to secure some advantages for her future with Song Yan. In the process, she had forgotten her original purpose.

Why was she alive again?! What was the reason for her restlessness in death?! She had sworn she wouldn't let Song Yan live such a miserable life as in her past life, yet she had neglected him, allowing him to be caught in such danger! How could she face her mother? How could she face Song Yan, who had worried about her until the very end in her previous life?!

Song Chuyi struggled to break free from Ziyun, not realizing that she had even bitten her lips until they bled.

But she felt no pain at all; compared to the heartache of losing her younger brother, the pain in her body was negligible.

Luyi's eyes were red from crying, but she stubbornly stood in front of Song Chuyi, refusing to move.

Nanny Xu looked at the courtyard already engulfed in flames and felt a wave of dread in her heart. God bless Steward Qin for successfully rescuing people... Otherwise, if something were to happen to Song Yan, judging by Song Chuyi's appearance, she would surely follow him...

It felt like an eternity had passed, but Steward Qin finally stumbled through the threshold, carrying a half-grown boy on his back.

Ziyun felt her heart leap, and she instinctively released Song Chuyi, pressing her palms together as she recited the Amitabha. Fortunately, he had been rescued... She patted her still-racing heart and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Song Chuyi stumbled over and didn't even have time to say a word to Qin Chuan. She knelt on the ground, pushing aside the hair of the person, but then she suddenly froze.

It wasn't Song Yan! It wasn't Song Yan! Her gaze went blank, and she collapsed to the ground for just a moment before jumping up again, ready to rush into the sea of flames.

Nanny Xu and Luyi could barely hold her back, their hearts leaping to their throats.

Fortunately, Qin Chuan was quick to block her path, panting as he said, "Sixth Miss, don't worry! Fourth Young Master is being carried by Lin Hai; he's fine!"

His face was grimy and unrecognizable, but his words made tears stream down Song Chuyi's face in an instant.

Sure enough, moments later, a disheveled Lin Hai rushed out, hastily carrying Song Yan.

Immediately, a steady stream of housemaids came rushing over with water buckets.

Song Chuyi felt her limbs go stiff, and upon clearly seeing Song Yan's face, she lunged forward and hugged him tightly. Song Yan had passed out from the smoke, and she frantically supported him, leaning him against a tree trunk. She took a wet handkerchief and carefully wiped his face clean.

Since being reborn, aside from the day Song Yan returned from Jinzhong, it seemed she hadn't looked at him this carefully. As she wiped him down, her tears fell like a broken string of pearls.

She was truly grateful that Song Yan was okay; otherwise, even if she died, she wouldn't have the face to meet her mother in the underworld, nor would she be able to face her past self...