Chapter 227: Truly Lost His Mind
Yu Luo’s words made the couple exchange strange looks. Their mouths twitched slightly.
“Xiao Luo… wouldn’t that be a bit too heartless?” Ye Jiamei asked.
It wasn’t that she thought it was too cruel for Old Madam Chen; rather, she simply felt that digging up a grave was unlucky. Yu Haojie felt the same way.
They hadn’t believed in ghosts before, but ever since they had transmigrated into this world, they had become more cautious. If such an unbelievable event could happen to them, who was to say that disturbing the dead wouldn’t bring misfortune?
Yu Luo blinked her bright eyes and let out a chuckle.
“Am I afraid?”
Ye Jiamei, Yu Haojie: …
“Honestly, I think it’s strange. Villains always seem to live long lives. Old Madam Chen was full of energy before. Even after months on the road during our exile, she didn’t lose a single pound. With how tough she is, I seriously doubt she’d just drop dead so easily.”
Yu Haojie’s theory made Yu Luo pause and contemplate.
“Father, you have a point. At first, I suspected that Yu Yingying might have killed Old Madam Chen and framed us for it—this way, she could completely sever any chance of Yu Zhengqing reconciling with us and ensure that he resents us forever. But now that you mention it, I think we absolutely have to dig up that grave.”
“Whether Old Madam Chen is dead or not, we’ll find out as soon as we open it. If she really is dead, there will definitely be evidence on the body showing how she died.”
“Wait… are you saying that Old Madam Chen isn’t actually dead?” Ye Jiamei gasped. “That Yu Yingying and the others just hid her away while Yu Zhengqing and Yu Xiaoran were in Feng City, all so they could manipulate him into trying to kill us?”
Yu Luo gave her mother an approving nod. “That’s also possible. Or they might have actually killed her just to pin the blame on us.”
“My god! Those noble house women really are devious! I have to give them credit for their scheming!” Ye Jiamei shuddered in disbelief.
“Mother, from now on, we can’t use our old way of thinking,” Yu Luo said seriously. “We need to be just as cautious as they are. These women from aristocratic families play mind games at a level that’s impossible to guard against.”
Ye Jiamei nodded, still shaken. “Compared to them, I feel like a clueless little rabbit. Apart from being a bit feisty, I don’t have any of their manipulative tricks. No, this won’t do—next time I deal with them, I need to be more careful.”
Before heading to her room, Yu Luo stopped by to check on the man she had brought back from Feng City. Zhang Hu was still guarding him, and thanks to the sleeping pills, he remained unconscious.
“I had Zhang Xiaoliang leave some food in the kitchen. Someone will come to replace you soon. If he wakes up and feels hungry, try feeding him something. But make sure to notify me first.”
“Yes, Miss.”
That night, Yu Luo slept soundly.
The next morning, as she pushed open the window, she found that the rain was still falling steadily. She shook her head at the sight of the thoroughly soaked ground.
Rain had been scarce when she had hoped for it, and now the system had unleashed an unrelenting downpour.
She wondered how the people in Feng City were reacting now that this area beyond the Great Wall had been raining non-stop for nearly a week.
Unbeknownst to her, because of this rain, large herds of wild beasts had migrated toward Feng City in search of food and shelter.
At that very moment, the city was in chaos, struggling to fend off the thousands of wild animals that had arrived overnight.
“Miss! Miss, that man is awake!”
Just as Yu Luo stretched lazily, Zhang Xiaoliang’s urgent voice rang out. He had been about to knock on the door but stopped when he saw Yu Luo standing by the window, gazing at the rain.
Hearing this, she quickly grabbed an outer robe and hurried toward the man’s room, casually pinning up her long hair with a wooden hairpin as she walked.
She had assumed that the man would wake up screaming, struggling violently against his chains.
But when she arrived at his room, she found him lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering incoherently.
“How long has he been awake?” Yu Luo frowned, looking at the man as if he were mentally unstable. She turned to Zhang Hu.
“He woke up around dawn. I must have dozed off briefly, and when Zhang Xiaoliang checked on him, he was already awake.”
“He’s been acting like this since waking up?”
“Yes. At first, he just opened his eyes quietly. When we asked if he needed water or food, he didn’t respond. Then he started muttering like this.”
Yu Luo…
Well, at least this was better than him going on a violent rampage.
For now, she would wait until the system had recovered enough to fix his damaged mind. Once he regained clarity, they could communicate properly.
“This man is probably very skilled in martial arts. Even with the chains, be cautious. Don’t let him hurt you. Try bringing in some food later and see if he reacts to it. I refuse to believe that even if he’s lost his mind, his stomach doesn’t know hunger.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Yu Luo cast another long look at the man before turning to leave.
“Qingluan… Qingluan, don’t go! Qingluan!”
Suddenly, a frantic cry erupted from behind her.
The man, still bound in iron chains, called out desperately, his voice growing more and more urgent.
Yu Luo froze mid-step, then turned sharply.
Before she could react, the heavy sound of clanking chains filled the air, and an unkempt, dirt-streaked face lunged toward her.
Zhang Hu and Zhang Xiaoliang immediately sprang into action, each grabbing one of the man’s shoulders and yanking him back.
Yu Luo exhaled slowly, her heart still pounding, and narrowed her eyes at the struggling man.
His disheveled hair fell over his face, once again concealing the features she had barely glimpsed.
“Qingluan! Qingluan, don’t leave! Please don’t go!”
Yu Luo…
So, he really had lost his mind.
The name “Qingluan” sounded like a woman’s.
It seemed this man was mistaking her for someone else.
With this realization, the tension in Yu Luo’s brow eased slightly.
Ignoring Zhang Hu’s and Zhang Xiaoliang’s concerned expressions, she stepped closer.
“Miss, you should leave. His strength is incredible—we’re barely holding him back.”
“Don’t be difficult,” Yu Luo said softly, kneeling before the man. “I won’t leave. But you have to sit back down on the bed, okay?”
Her voice was gentle, filled with an inexplicable patience.
For now, she would play along.
