The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 706: Sober (1)

Chapter 706: Sober (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the third year of Chu Yi’s rule, in the northwest region of Liangzhou.
The northwestern sun in August was hot, and the rolling heat waves in the air made it difficult to breathe.
The strong wind howled continuously, sweeping up countless broken leaves and sand. The air in the northwest seemed to be gray.
The wind and sand accidentally blinded him. Li Yunrong felt a sharp pain in his finger.
She looked down and saw a half-inch-long wound on the finger of her left middle finger. Dazzling blood flowed out of the wound and dripped to the ground.
“Madam.” The maidservant, Xia Lian, exclaimed nervously. She hurriedly pressed a handkerchief on the wound on Li Yunrong’s finger.
After the bleeding stopped, Xia Lian asked with a complicated expression, “Madam, is there something on your mind recently?”
For the past few days, Li Yunrong had been rather unlucky. The day before yesterday, the flower rack in the garden collapsed and hit her shoulder. Yesterday, she sprained her foot. Today, she cut her finger again.
Xia Lian had served Li Yunrong for many years and knew that Li Yunrong’s luck had always been very good. She could always turn danger into safety. Things only started to change about nine years ago. For half a month, she was also as unlucky as recently. One moment, she fell, the next, she was shocked, and the next, she was accidentally injured…
Xia Lian still remembered that, at that time, Li Yunrong was still living in the Dingyuan Marquis Household of the Marquis Mansion. At that time, she had a big fight with the Eldest Lady and the Second Lady.
Thinking about the capital now, Xia Lian felt like she was in a dream, as if it was something from her previous life.
Li Yunrong looked at the blood on the ground as if she had heard nothing. Her thoughts returned to the scenes of blood dyeing the imperial mausoleum eight years ago…
At this moment, the old woman’s report came from outside the curtain. “Madam, Master is back. He’s waiting for you in the front courtyard. He wants to talk to you.”
Li Yunrong recovered from her memories and hurriedly stood up.
Xia Lian smiled and reminded her, “Madam, it’s Young Master Fang’s birthday in two days.”
Every time she thought of Fang Mingfeng, Xia Lian sighed in her heart. Fang Mingfeng was really too good to Madam.
Back then, when Chu You rebelled, he was captured by the former Emperor and his son in the imperial mausoleum. In the end, Chu You was sentenced to death by the former Emperor. As for Xiao Fengyuan, Wang Kangyin, Yuan Zhe, and the other masterminds who rebelled with Chu You, they were all sentenced to be beheaded. The former Emperor was benevolent and only sentenced the families of those guilty officials to exile 3,000 miles away.
Li Yunrong’s title as the Princess Consort was taken away, but she survived. On the way to Liaodong, Fang Mingfeng saved her from the officer.
For the sake of Li Yunrong, Fang Mingfeng gave up his identity as the heir of the British Duke and came to the northwest with her incognito.
The two of them pretended to be a married couple in this small town. In the blink of an eye, eight years passed.
Fang Mingfeng had waited for Li Yunrong for eight years and had always adhered to etiquette. Xia Lian had tactfully persuaded Li Yunrong many times, hoping that she could forget about Chu You and start over… Time is a soothing balm for healing wounds, and it was only recently that Li Yunrong began to show signs of softening. This time, she even embroidered a purse as a birthday gift for Fang Mingfeng.
Everything would be fine. Xia Lian thought happily in her heart. When Madam gave birth to a son and a daughter for Young Master Fang in the future, the past in the capital would be completely over.
Li Yunrong grunted softly.
He had waited for her for eight years. Of course, she was also touched…
Li Yunrong slowly walked out of the room. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes were bright.
This was a two-in-one courtyard.
It was naturally incomparable to the Marquis Mansion and Kang Wang’s residence in the past, but after living here for eight years, she gradually became used to it.
She had never been a pampered person.
In the courtyard, a few golden cinnamon trees were planted.
At this moment, the osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, and the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. The fragrance was strong, and when one walked too close, it made one feel stuffy.
After passing through the flower door, Li Yunrong saw Fang Mingfeng standing quietly under a golden laurel tree.
He was wearing a sky-green straight shirt that was neither new nor old. His facial features were deep, and his tanned skin was slightly rough. He couldn’t hide the fatigue in his body. He was like a different person from the once noble and proud son of the British Duke.
The shadow under the tree crown above covered his face, making his expression a little deep.
“Mingfeng.”
Li Yunrong called out softly. She looked at Fang Mingfeng, who was 20 to 30 feet away, and frowned slightly, resisting the pain in her ankle.
Last night, she accidentally twisted her ankle. Her right ankle was still a little red and swollen.
Fang Mingfeng stared intently at Li Yunrong, who was walking over from the flower door. He pursed his thin lips and didn’t say anything for a long time..