The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 920 Mother is Sick

It wasn't that they didn't want to eat, but that they were all stunned by what they heard.

What is Bloodfire Technique?
What is the Bloodfire Talisman?
What does it mean to use one technique to explain another?
What else are you looking for?
Meng Meijing glanced at the large sack that her elder sister had forbidden her to touch after hearing Meng Shisan's explanation. She stared at the sack opening, imagining what it would look like inside, besides ash, with pieces of animal carcasses.

Then I shivered.

Jiang Ziyao did the same thing as Meng Meijing, her mind filled with terrifying corpse parts. Even though she knew they were animal parts, she still looked resistant.

"What are you afraid of? They're half-ashed, they're not going to jump up and bite you." Meng Shisan casually mentioned what happened to her, and what was very likely to happen again in the future, "Do you remember the three things that happened to me, that Baozhu's hand was seriously injured and almost broken, and that Fengzheng was thrown outside the mansion gate covered in blood?"

Meng Meijing nodded: "I remember!"

Jiang Ziyao nodded: "I've also heard my cousin mention it."

"Then, do you remember when I led Chang'an and Ma Ji to the Second Prince's private residence at night and slaughtered all his retainers?" Meng Shisan asked about what happened next.

Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao were instantly frozen in place, speechless.

Meng Shisan said, "Look at me, I even dare to kill people... I am different from you."

This is what distinguishes her from those truly pampered young ladies who grew up in luxury.

She arrived halfway through the journey.

Before she took human form, she spent nine out of ten days fighting and the remaining day licking her wounds.

But they did not have such an experience.

“You always love to stand beside me, but you don’t really know the real me,” Meng Shisan concluded.

Two jars of plum wine and two jars of peach wine were served, but Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao didn't drink a drop, nor did they eat any of it for dinner. One of them returned to Wanfei Courtyard, and the other left the Meng residence and returned to the Jiang residence.

"Why scare them?" Huang Jing and Meng Shisan sat in two rocking chairs under the veranda outside the hall, each with a jar of fruit wine, talking and drinking.

Meng Shisan held a jar of plum wine. The jar wasn't big, about the size of a grown man's palm. It fit perfectly in her hands. She tilted her head back and took a sip, then said, "I'm not trying to scare them."

"Their future paths will likely differ from yours." Huang Jing didn't know where Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao would end up, but she had seen many stories of how daughters of powerful families ended up in marriage.

Meng Shisan gave a soft "hmm".

"You might marry into an imperial family, but they won't."

"They won't."

Huang Jing's answer was uncertain, but Meng Shisan's was very certain.

Huang Jing looked at her.

She said, "Only one daughter of the Meng family can enter the palace. I am more suitable than Meijing. If I marry into the Eastern Palace, Meijing will marry into any high-ranking family in the capital and will never marry into the royal family again. The two legitimate daughters of the Meng family will not and cannot both be ruined by the imperial family in their later years."

"And what about Miss Jiang?" Huang Jing asked about Jiang Ziyao's future.

Meng Shisan said, "Ayao's parents only have one daughter, Ayao, so in the end... they'll probably find a husband to live with them." "Find a husband to live with them? That's certainly impossible." Huang Jing didn't know much about Jiang Ziyao, but as for the background of a son-in-law, she knew not only that he couldn't be royalty, but even if he were from a wealthy or powerful family, he wouldn't become a son-in-law. "In that case, Miss Jiang's future husband will probably be of average ability."

Talented people from humble backgrounds often chose the path of the imperial examinations.

“With Second Young Master Lu as her cousin, as long as the Lu family doesn’t collapse, no one will dare to bully A Yao, no matter how ordinary her future husband is.” Meng Shisan revealed the relationship between Jiang Ziyao and Lu Luo.

"The young imperial uncle, Lu." Huang Jing didn't know much about Lu Luo. She had heard of his famous name and the rumors about his domineering ways, but she didn't know if they were true. She took this opportunity to ask, "Is he really a spoiled and tyrannical playboy?"

Meng Shisan shook his head, and then briefly recounted to Huang Jing how Lu Luo had always taken the blame for Lu Pingting in the past.

Huang Jing suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

He added, "He's not only a good cousin, but also a good uncle."

Meng Shisan can drink, and she drinks quite quickly, but because of her frail body, she doesn't dare to drink too much, for fear of knocking herself out.

So I drank it slowly, sip by sip.

Therefore, after Huang Jing finished drinking a jar of peach wine, the plum wine in her hand was still seven-tenths full.

Huang Jing opened another jar of plum wine: "You drink really slowly. Why don't you just have this one jar and I'll take the rest."

Meng Shisan glanced down at the wine jar in his hand, estimated its size, then moved his foot, causing the rocking chair to sway up and down: "...Okay."

The fruit wine had little alcohol content, and Huang Jing was a Taoist master who knew how to drink. Even after all four jars were empty, she was still very energetic.

Meng Shisan's condition was rather bad.

She knew she wasn't drunk and was perfectly lucid, but she felt a little dizzy and lightheaded, as if she could fall to the ground if she lifted her feet.

Huang Jing got up from the rocking chair, stood up straight and stretched: "I reckon my old things are probably gone for good."

"You want to give up?" Meng Shisan looked up at Huang Jing with his phoenix eyes half-closed, as if looking through a layer of mist.

Huang Jing raised his index finger and shook it again and again: "That won't do. If I dare not to do my best to find it, even without the clan chief using clan rules on me, my father can use family discipline on me with a broom. I've been beaten since I was a child, and I'm not afraid of pain, but every time my mother sees my father using family discipline on me, she can't stop him, and afterwards she has to cry her eyes out. I tell her it doesn't hurt, but she doesn't believe me and has to cry until her eyes look like two walnuts."

Meng Shisan asked, "Do you miss your mother?"

Huang Jing kicked the empty wine jar, looked up at the night sky, and after a long while slowly said, "My mother is sick. This time I came out, although it is still the same as in previous years, to travel and gain experience, but I am always a little worried."

Meng Shisan understood: "Since we are not familiar with each other, you boldly entered my mansion and asked me to let you stay here. Is it related to your mother's illness?"

Huang Jing turned her gaze away from the stars and moon and looked back at Meng Shisan: "Yaoyao, among the spells I know, there is one called the Divination Technique. This technique is not only one of the three major spells that every generation of our Huang clan must know, but it is also a forbidden technique passed down directly from our Huang family."

"The art of divination?" Meng Shisan, who had lived for over a thousand years, had never heard of this art before. She thought of another forbidden technique, "Could this technique be related to the art of geomancy?"

"You know about the art of geomancy?" Huang Jing asked in shock. "How did you find out?"

Without even asking, she knew it couldn't have been said by the blue-haired monk!