How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 507 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (10 pages)
Mingmiao froze on the spot.

"I...I don't know him..."

She was suppressing her intense emotions, and her voice was trembling.

Anyone could tell that this was a very clumsy lie.

But Zhu Wen didn't speak; he just looked at her quietly.

It seems to be subtly implying—

I will believe whatever you say.

Mingmiao propped herself up on her arms and sat up, large tears streaming down her face.

She lowered her eyes sadly, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly.

Zhu Wen simply changed the subject:

"Are you feeling better now? I've asked the shopkeeper to fetch a doctor; he should be here soon."

"wait wait wait!"

Mingmiao clenched her fists, as if summoning a great deal of courage, before finally meeting Zhu Wen's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you earlier, actually I..."

The words were not finished.

Someone was knocking on the door, claiming to be a doctor hired by the inn.

Zhu Wen patted her shoulder silently:

"Let the doctor take a look at you first."

He then got up and went out to greet them.

The doctor was an ordinary man, over eighty years old, with white hair and a youthful face, and was said to be the best doctor in the city.

After he came in, he took Mingmiao's pulse and said that she was a little weak, but there was nothing seriously wrong.

"...However, the key point is that this young lady has been feeling depressed lately, and if this goes on for too long, it may cause a big problem."

Zhu Wen listened attentively and even asked the doctor carefully what the best course of action would be.

Before the doctor arrived, the innkeeper repeatedly reminded him that there was a powerful cultivator in the room, and that he must not be negligent...

The doctor was a mortal, and although he was respected by other mortals, he was still no match for the cultivators. So he felt both fearful and resentful.

Seeing Zhu Wen's friendly attitude now, without the usual aloofness of cultivators, I felt a bit less burdened and started to pay more attention to my words.

He carefully explained the relationship between Mingmiao's mood and her illness. In addition to prescribing some pills for this illness, he also mentioned some spiritual medicines that cultivators could use, which would not burden the bodies of mortals but would actually be beneficial.

Zhu Wen listened attentively and even asked the doctor to write it down, saying she would compare it with her own later.

The doctor rarely saw a cultivator care so much about mortals.

In the Five Continents, strength reigns supreme.

Even among parents and relatives, there are quite a few who become estranged and treated differently because of the distinction between immortals and mortals.

People like Zhu Wen are extremely rare.

So even the doctors couldn't help but praise:

"You are such a good older sister."

Zhu Wen smiled and said:

"Yes, I think so too."

Mingmiao kept watching her as she laughed.

In fact, Mingmiao didn't hear a single word the doctor said.

Mingmiao was completely immersed in her guilt, even sinking deeper into a quagmire—

She and I had never met before, yet she came all the way from the Colosseum to help me so much. And what am I supposed to do, deceive her instead, refusing to tell her even a single truth?

How can I, who lied like this, be worthy of her sincerity?

Mingmiao's emotions were turbulent, and her expression changed repeatedly.

Finally, after the doctor finished prescribing the medicine and left, saying that he would have someone else prepare the medicine and deliver it to Zhu Wen, Zhu Wen didn't need to worry about anything else.

Zhu Wen carefully put away the remaining medical orders and casually remarked:

"This doctor is quite responsible. After you've taken the medicine for three days, we'll go back to him for a follow-up appointment..."

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhu."

Mingmiao spoke again.

Zhu Wen was stunned for a moment:
"Just because of what happened earlier? It's okay, you can talk about it if you want, or you don't have to if you don't want to."

Mingmiao shook her head, her smile somewhat pale:

"Everyone knows about this, so there's nothing wrong with talking about it."

Then she began to tell her story in detail—

Mingmiao is sixteen years old this year.

Previously, she was the daughter of the city lord of one of the top three cities in the Western Continent, and both her parents were cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

Until her fifteenth birthday, she lived under the protection of her parents, the city lord, and grew up carefree.

Even though she didn't have the same talent as her parents, and was diagnosed as having a useless physique from a young age, she was not qualified to cultivate.

But her parents never blamed her for this. Instead, they pitied her for her weak health and showered her with countless rare and precious herbs, hoping to keep her healthy and free from illness.

Back then, she was surrounded by kind people who treated her well: childhood friends, an older brother from a family that had been friends for generations, and casual acquaintances...

Many people have entered Mingmiao's life, and everyone has been extremely kind to her, so kind that she sometimes wonders if there is something about her that makes others want to need her.

Perhaps the fear and anxiety were too intense.

One day, her fears came true.

When an old story comes to light, Mingmiao realizes that she was actually a fake heiress who was switched at birth.

Her biological mother was a lowly mortal woman who gave birth to her daughter alone after her husband died. Unable to bear seeing her daughter suffer, she took advantage of the city lord's wife's unexpected premature birth to switch the two children.

Once her child, Mingmiao, became the city lord's daughter, that mortal woman casually tossed the real city lord's daughter aside by the roadside, then slit her own throat, ending it all.

Fortunately, her sister-in-law was aware of this matter, and it was discovered years later, thus revealing Mingmiao's true background.

Mingmiao's parents... no, I should say adoptive parents, namely the city lord and his wife, although they remained calm in person, their attitude towards Mingmiao clearly turned cold.

Everyone around Mingmiao's attitudes subtly changed, as if Mingmiao had done something wrong.

Mingmiao herself was also terrified. She believed she had done something wrong, wanted to apologize to her parents, and was willing to leave the city lord's mansion from now on.

But before she could see the city lord and his wife, she first met the person whose place she had taken over.

Her name is Zhuangzhuang, and she is the biological daughter that the city lord and his wife found using a secret technique.

Zhuangzhuang was abandoned by the roadside years ago, but was unexpectedly picked up by a master from a reclusive sect and taken back. Fortunately, she did not suffer too much.

Moreover, when Zhuangzhuang reached the age to test her immortal bones, she was found to be exceptionally talented and one of the best at becoming an immortal. From then on, she became the apple of the sect's eye and was pampered by her master, fellow disciples and elder sisters as she grew up.

At the same age of fifteen, Mingmiao was a good-for-nothing protected by her parents, a mortal without the aptitude for cultivation.

But Zhuangzhuang is a prodigy of the immortal sect, one of the most likely people to become immortals in the future. She is so noble and beautiful, like a bright moon, which makes Mingmiao look so insignificant.

When Zhuangzhuang stood with the city lord and his wife, their intimacy was evident. It was probably because the bond between blood was irresistible, so they quickly became a familiar family.

On the contrary, Mingmiao became an outsider from then on.

Mingmiao was very disappointed about this.

Little did she know that losing her parents was just the beginning.