The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

Chapter 238: Retribution

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‘Sigh!”

Shangqing Spiritual Master’s servant held the reins of the horse tightly. The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Murong residence. Shangqing Spiritual Master quickly jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the residence.

Shangqing Spiritual Master’s face was covered in blood. Not only was blood seeping from his mouth and nose, but even the corners of his eyes were bleeding. It was like two rows of dark red blood tears, and he looked very terrifying.

When the servants of the Murong family saw him enter with a face full of blood, they were first shocked and thought that they had seen a ghost. Then, from the yellow robe on his body and the servant behind him, they recognized that it was Shangqing Spiritual Master and were all stunned.

How did Shangqing Spiritual Master become like this?!

The servants didn’t dare to stop him and hurriedly ran to report his arrival.

Shangqing Spiritual Master rushed towards Old Madam Murong’s courtyard with familiarity, walking faster and faster.

Along the way, white silk and white lanterns could be seen everywhere, making the mansion look cold and sinister.

Shangqing Spiritual Master’s heart instantly sank to the bottom, but he still felt indignant and unwilling to accept the truth.

‘No, no...” he muttered a little wildly. “I have to flush good fortune and rush

It was unknown if he was saying this for himself or for others.

His head and body were stained with snowflakes. There was also a piece of white paper money stuck to his hair and shoulders. It was pasted with the blood on his face and he looked miserable.

Murong Yong, who had come out from the other side of the door, met the hurried Shangqing Spiritual Master. Through the snow, he looked at the dazed old priest in front of him from afar.

Murong Yong had already changed out of his red groom’s robe and put on a plain white straight robe. There was a white silk sash around his waist that echoed the white streamers and white silk around him.

He still didn’t hold an umbrella, and stopped about 100 feet away from

Shangqing. His gaze was cold but firm as he spat out three words coldly.

Murong Yong wasn’t stupid and had a lot of experience.

After leaving his grandmother’s house, he stood in the courtyard for a while, letting the cold wind water him and wash away the frost and snow. He had thought about a lot of things. By now, he had calmed down completely.

Looking at Shangqing Spiritual Master’s bleeding face, Murong Yong’s heart was as clear as a mirror.

Just as the Second Lady of the Gu family had said, this so-called “borrowing luck” was probably more for the sake of Shangqing Spiritual Master himself.

It was useless to say anything else. It was also his own greed.

Murong Yong’s lips curled into an almost undetectable sneer as he thought to himself self-deprecatingly. At the same time, he raised his hand and instructed the guard, “Throw him out!”

What?! The guards and servants of the Murong family looked at each other in disbelief.

They all recognized the Shangqing Spiritual Master as a guest of honor in the residence. The old masters were all respectful to him...

Murong Yong raised his eyebrows, his expression filled with impatience and gloom. He ordered again, ‘Throw him out.”

His voice rose another three degrees, and that cold and ruthless murderous aura spewed out in an instant.

The guards no longer hesitated. They surged forward aggressively and rudely used their scabbards to beat people and chase them away.

‘Spiritual Master, be careful!” His servant hurriedly went to protect Shangqing Spiritual Master and took a few hits for him.

Painful cries, punches, kicks, and collisions... echoed in the snow.

Shangqing Spiritual Master and the servant were only two people. How could they defeat so many guards of the Murong family? Two fists were no match for four hands. The two of them were surrounded and chased towards the door like

stray dogs...

As they pushed each other, the wooden hairpin on Shangqing Spiritual Master’s bun was knocked askew. Half of his hair was messy, and there were several bruises on his forehead and the corner of his mouth. Even his sleeve had been accidentally torn off.

Murong Yong didn’t care about what happened to Shangqing Spiritual Master at all. He walked past him and left the door in a hurry.

He first went to the Ministry of War and presented a memorial representing the death of his grandmother. He said that his grandmother had passed away today and his family was going to observe mourning for his grandmother for three years.

Then, he made a trip to the Divine Arms Battalion and explained the situation to the higher-ups. The higher-ups more or less felt that it was a pity. To the generals, Murong Yong was just the right age and was at the peak of youth’s energy. He dared to kill and risk his life. In the next three years, he would have had a chance to rise and make some achievements.

After running to several places in a row, he finally went to the Dingyuan

Marquis Household to personally report the funeral. On the Marquis Household’s side, Gu Yuan came forward to receive Murong Yong.

It wasn’t even three o’clock in the morning. It was less than four hours since Murong Yong left this place at noon.

In just half a day, Murong Yong had the illusion that he had experienced decades. It was like a dream.

The young man in his 20s was no longer as arrogant and sharp as before. He looked a little tired. ‘Next, our family will have to observe mourning for three years. I’ve discussed it with my parents. We can’t delay Eldest Miss Gu, and I hope she can get married soon.”

He tried to keep his voice steady. His words were dignified and polite, giving both families face.

After returning the marriage contract, Murong Yong cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Gu Yuan returned the marriage contract that the Murong family had returned to Gu Yunzhen and went to Yuheng Garden to tell Gu Yanfei about it.

‘Murong Yong is a little smarter this time.”

Gu Yuan sat down on a round chair by the window. Unlike Gu Yanfei’s lazy and relaxed sitting posture, he was always upright, whether standing or sitting.

Murong Yong took the initiative to return the marriage contract and even took all the responsibility for the Murong family. He expressed that the Murong family wanted to observe mourning and didn’t want to delay Gu Yunzhen, so they broke off the engagement.

In this way, Gu Yunzhen’s reputation wouldn’t be damaged. She could find another marriage.

Gu Yanfei was sitting in front of the desk in the small study, flipping through an idle book she had found from an unknown bookstore.

She rubbed her chin with one hand and blinked thoughtfully.

In her previous life, as a noble concubine, Liu Muyu had replaced Gu Yunzhen to help Old Madam Murong rush joy. Shangqing Spiritual Master’s spell of ‘borrowing luck to rush joy” should have succeeded.

As for Old Madam Murong, her ending wouldn’t be so good. At most, two years...

^W

I see...”

Gu Yanfei muttered to herself. She remembered that two years later, there was a sudden plague in the capital, and many people bled to death.

Later, it was Gu Yunrongwho turned the tide...