"Miss, look..., isn't that Second Miss?"

The maid beside Fan Jinxang looked down and noticed the street.

"Isn't that wretch supposed to be drowned? How did she come back to ruin things?" Fan Jinxang, hearing the maid's words, frowned deeply and looked at the bustling street outside the window.

Even more hateful was hearing the commoners gossip, speaking ill of her mother and her.

"These lowly people..." Fan Jinxang could only mutter angrily, but at this moment, how could a Miss of her standing dare to go down?

Yet she saw outside the crowd two distinguished gentlemen on horseback, their appearance being exactly those in the portraits sent back by her brother, two gentlemen she admired.

Thinking about the people she wanted to meet below, she had no choice but to go down and make her presence known before her admired ones.

...

Fan Lihua disregarded the gossip directed at her family, for she was not herself, and cared little about the opinions of the Mortal World.

Her focus was wholly on the woman lying in the coffin, sallow and emaciated — a sight she knew from the original owner's memories, knowing that her mother's life had been difficult, her vital energy never recovered after childbirth, leaving her with a woman's ailment.

The time spent bedridden surpassed that spent up, yet she devoted all her energy to her son and daughter.

Zhong Chuoqiao, the talented woman of the great clan, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, taught her children despite limited energy, raising them through hardship, but making her own life even more fatigued and ailing.

Fan Lihua gazed upon this maternal face, with a childhood dream of maternal love, deeply feeling this body's daughter's love for her mother.

She flicked her sleeve, casting a stream of Spiritual Energy into the coffin, channeling the newly cultivated Spiritual Energy into the body of the unconscious mother of the original owner.

Inside Fan Lihua's body was only a layer of Power from the Immortal Realm; the Spiritual Power she had just cultivated was not very strong, but more than sufficient to save an ordinary person, to save an unconscious person!

Restoring Zhong Chuoqiao's weakened constitution, where previously only a gasp remained, having fainted and been confined within the coffin for two or three days without nourishment or water, her frail body remained with only a gasp.

If Fan Lihua were even a day later in rescuing, possibly even an Immortal would find it difficult to save.

A breath or two of time passed, the passing of time leading the onlookers outside to believe Fan Lihua was bidding her mother farewell.

They did not think she was saving anyone; how could one save the dead?

Zhong Chuoqiao's weakened body was well-known among doctors, many having seen it and knowing it to be an affliction of wealthy people, untreatable.

Only with medicinal soups could the body be maintained, living an extra decade or so would already be fortunate.

...

Zhao Shuai and Luo Shaoxing arrived outside the crowd, noticing an old ox, and more striking, a beautiful young woman.

Hearing the crowd's gossip, Luo Yisi and Zhao Shuai finally understood that this woman in patched clothing was not a girl from a poor family but a wealthy Miss.

Yet lived even more pitiably than a girl from a poor family.

"Interesting... such a beauty, how could the Fan family be willing to mistreat her, tsk tsk."

"Such a woman is not simple, she is saving her mother... Lady Fan is not dead." Zhao Shuai did not see sadness on Fan Lihua's face.

This was not the expression of a daughter seeing her biological mother; her face only bore anxiety, and now a calmness.

Zhao Shuai had a strange feeling, that Lady Fan was not truly dead, but mistaken as dead, sent to be buried.

If this girl does not quickly save her mother...

"Unbelievable? It's simply inhumane!" Luo Shaoxing, having sensed a bit of compassion for Fan Lihua earlier, now felt even more anger towards the Fan family for treating the mistress and children in such a manner.

At this moment, a charming voice sounded beside them.

"May I ask if you are Zhao Shuai and Luo Yisi?"

Zhao Shuai and Luo Shaoxing, hearing their names known, saw it was a maid-like person, instinctively furrowing their brows, as they had come here secretly for leisure.

"Whose maid are you? How do you know our names? Who is following us?" Luo Shaoxing glared sternly at the maid.

Zhao Shuai said nothing, his eyes also coldly fixed on the maid.

As if, should the maid fail to explain, their Sword would be unkind to her.

"I am a maid beside Miss Fan, our Miss is over there, if you wish to know anything else, you can ask our Miss." The maid timidly lowered her head under the cold gaze of the two outstanding gentlemen.

Serving at the Fan residence, apart from the family's sons, there were no young men in Heaven City as outstanding as these two gentlemen.

The maid, herself a young girl, under the gaze of such exceptional young men, felt a nervousness in her heart.

"Miss Fan... she doesn't mourn, but comes to see us..."

Luo Shaoxing muttered this under his breath, having overheard the street-side conversation, already forming a bad impression of Miss Fan.

At this moment, he felt even more that the person had a malicious heart, devoid of shame.

Zhao Shuai remained motionless on his horse, glancing in the direction pointed by the maid and then retracting his gaze, feeling that the person had a complexion in his eyes inferior even to the maid.

Luo Shaoxing, seeing his friend immobile, naturally remained still as well, the pair understanding unspoken thoughts, realizing that such a woman was best left untouched.

Fan Jinxang stood by the street, awaiting the maid to summon the gentlemen, and when the maid returned, the gentlemen were unresponsive.

She anxiously stomped her foot in place, ultimately having no choice but to approach the gentlemen's horses, looking up at the outstanding gentlemen on horseback.

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