AGENT 11 (Chu Te Gong Huang Fei novel/Xiao Xiang Dong Er 潇湘冬儿

Agent 11- ch7

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Chapter 7 Whether to stay

In the evening, all of the children were still called out to work. Even the severely injured Xiao Qi and Zhi Xiang were called out together. However, Chu Qiao and Xiao Ba who was severely hurt in the waist, stayed in the house. They slept until late in the evening when the rest of the children returned tired from work. After finally eating dinner, the children climbed up on their beds to go to sleep. Zhi Xiang stayed on the floor by the firewood to keep the fire going and the room heated. The scabs on her face were red and swollen. She looked ferocious like a small snake.

The room became very peaceful and all you could hear was the sound of breathing the children made while gradually falling asleep. Chu Qiao who was wearing the clothes Zhi Xiang had given her, sat up on the bed and spoke in a soft voice, "If you don't treat that wound on your face, it will leave a scar."

Zhi Xiang's face started to become dry by the heat of the fire, but the flames also illuminated her small thin face. This made her eyes appear to be bigger and blacker....she lifted her head to say, "Yue child, a slave does not have medication to speak of. Last time Xiao Qi had to secretly use the medicine Lin Xi brought. We don't know how big of a risk he took to get it. If the masters were to discover about it, everyone would be killed. This is just a wound on my face... we can not act unreasonably."

Just then, they heard a sound coming from the bed. They turned their heads to look to discover that Xiao Qi had kicked off the quilt in her sleep. Zhi Xiang rushed to her and put her back under the quilt. She wiped off the perspiration on her forehead before she went back to tend the fire.

Chu Qiao's mouth move as if she was to say something as she looked at Zhi Xiang but there was nothing she could say to that. This child that was just around ten years old but already had such a heavy burden on her shoulders. The oldest child in the room was ten, the youngest ones were 5 or 6 years old. What do these wealthy Zhuge people want these children for?

Elder sister Zhi Xiang," Chu Qiao had gotten down from the bed and sat beside Zhi Xiang. "Have you ever gone to the south of the Yangtze River?" she asked in a soft voice.

"South of the Yangtze River?" Zhi Xiang frowned as she turned her head, "Where is the south of the Yangtze River?"

"The Yellow Mountain, do you know it? Or, do you know where the Yangtze River is?"

Zhi Xiang shook her head " I know about the Red Mountain west of Sichuan and the Red Hill under the Cang Li River. Why are you asking?"

Chu Qiao looked lost in thought for a while before shaking her head, "No reason, I just casually asked. Oh right! Elder sister Zhi Xiang, what is the current Emperor's name, do you know?"

"The Emperor is the Emperor, how could we call the name of the Emperor? However, I know that out of the black princes that visits this Residence, one of them is the Emperor's seventh son. He is called Zhao Che, he is our youngest royal prince."

Chu Qiao's face became solemn with a sneer at the mention of that name. With slightly narrowed eyes she repeated, "Zhao Che?"

"Yue, what is wrong with you? This time when you came back, you've behaved strangely. What did you say to Aunt Song for her to let us off this easily?"

Chu Qiao turned her head and smiled lightly, "I didn't have to say anything. You shouldn't worry anymore. That Aunt Song didn't let us off, but fell into the icy lake and drowned to death. I saw her death with my own eyes. Therefore, if anyone comes to us, we don't know anything."