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Although Fan Liuer did not trust Li Chenbi to protect her in the chaos of the world, she never thought that he couldn't even protect himself.

She thought that after planning for so long, he must have left himself a way out.

He was so clever and shrewd, how could he die like this?

Fan Liuer was initially unwilling to believe it, clinging to a sliver of hope that Li Chenbi would surely escape.

But as more and more people returned to the village, the rumors about Xingzhou City became more and more comprehensive.

The tragic end of the Li family was all because the rebels slaughtered the entire Li family in one night, including Li Chenxin's mistress and illegitimate child.

"And...what about Master Li? Have you heard any news about him?"

Everyone shook their heads. "We haven't heard about it, but he must have been killed too. Even his mistress couldn't escape, how could he possibly escape?"

After saying that, the man sighed, "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. No matter how glorious a person was in the past, in the end, they are nothing more than a handful of dust."

Upon hearing this, Fan Liuer's hopes were dashed.

He sat listlessly in front of the stove all day, without moving an inch.

Siqing knew she was upset, so she didn't bother her. Some things are beyond the reach of others' advice; you have to get through them yourself.

Following Siqing's instructions, the Feng family did not disturb Fan Liuer, and even Feng Xu became much more obedient.

Fan Liuer saw everyone's consideration and care, and she was grateful, but she was a little tired at the moment.

She couldn't quite describe how she was feeling.

Are you sad?

It didn't seem that sad. She still felt hungry, thirsty, tired, and sleepy.

How can you say you're not sad?

But she felt empty inside, with a sense of drifting aimlessly.

Just like when her parents passed away.

After going to bed at night, she buried herself in the covers and told Siqing how she felt.

She asked Siqing, "My current feelings are similar to those I felt when my parents passed away. Do I really like Li Chenbi that much?"

Siqing thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so. You've spent so much time with Second Master, you must have developed feelings for him. I can't bear to kill a chicken I've raised for so long. If you really liked Second Master that much, how could you have been so decisive when you left? Anyway, if I really liked him, I wouldn't have run away alone."

"I think it's because you have too few people in your life who are worth caring about, so when you lose them, you feel empty inside."

Fan Liuer felt that Siqing made sense. Besides her parents, Li Chenbi was practically the only person in her life who had been kind to her. It was normal for her to be sad when he died; it didn't mean she liked him that much.

"What should I do in this situation? I don't want to feel so bad."

Siqing turned to look at Fan Liuer, "That's simple, just fill your heart with more people, and you won't have time to be sad."

Fan Liuer thought about it for a moment and felt that this method seemed feasible.

"Siqing, you know so much. Have you had crushes on many people?"

"No way, I've only ever liked one person!"

"Who is it? Is it a cook from the North Wing kitchen?"

"What?! I'm not from the Li family. Oh, don't ask anymore, I can't tell you."

The next day at noon.

Fan Liuer put down her hoe, looked at the pit in front of her, and stretched out her hand to Siqing, "Give it to me."

Siqing handed the cloak in her hand to Fan Liuer.

Fan Liuer folded the cloak neatly, squatted down and placed it into the pit, then picked up a hoe and filled it with soil.

As she filled in the paper, she muttered, "You always say I have no conscience, but I do have a conscience. You see, I still remember how good you were to me. Although I can't go and collect your body, I can at least build you a cenotaph."

"I can't get your clothes, so this cloak is a gift from you. I'll just consider it yours. Don't be disgusted by it, just make do with it."

"I will come to see you during festivals and holidays, and I will burn more paper money for you so that you can live a comfortable life down there."

"Don't worry, I've made so much money off you, I won't be stingy. I'm not a stingy person. I won't make you the richest man in the underworld, but at least I'll ensure you have enough to eat and drink."

At this point, Fan Liuer sighed and said to Siqing, "Life is truly unpredictable. He took care of me when he was alive, and I will take care of him after he dies."

Siqing: "That's right. It seems that people should do more good deeds. Maybe one day it will come back to haunt them. Second Master offended a lot of people when he was alive. He used all his good temper on you. Look, he has created good karma for himself."

Fan Liuer nodded, then said, "It's mainly because I have a kind heart. If I had encountered someone with a vicious heart, who would care about him?"

"Yes, that's true."

As they were talking, the pit was filled in, leaving a small mound in the forest.

Fan Liuer forcefully inserted the prepared wooden plaque into the ground to ensure it wouldn't be blown over by the wind and rain, then clapped her hands, took two steps back, and looked at the cenotaph.

She carved the inscription; the characters were somewhat ugly and the carving wasn't very neat, but she worked hard at it, so I'm still quite satisfied.

She thought that her sincerity was enough to repay Li Chenbi.

After offering incense and burning paper money, Fan Liuer followed Si Qing slowly down the mountain.

At this moment in Xingzhou City, Li Chenbi had just woken up.

He woke up last night but fell asleep again shortly after. In his dream, he had another high fever, which he managed to suppress with medication. He gradually returned to normal in the early hours of the morning.

He woke up at noon, still half asleep, and was fed another bowl of medicine. The long-lost fishy and bitter taste in the medicine almost made him vomit.

But at that time he was delirious and weak, and didn't even have the strength to vomit, so he was forced to swallow it.

By the afternoon, his symptoms had completely stabilized, and he became more lucid.

"Water." The fishy taste in his mouth made him nauseous.

Everyone in the room stirred. Li Qiuping helped him sit up, Li Yuhe went to pour tea, and the old lady took the teacup and sat down in front of the bed to feed him.

Li Chenbi took the teacup. "I can do it myself."

Just as he finished speaking and was about to drink, a commotion suddenly broke out outside, causing everyone inside to look towards the door.

Li Chenbi frowned, and Li Qiuping immediately went outside. "I'll go take a look."

He had just reached the door when a servant ran over. "Steward Li, the rebels are here! They're trying to break in. Should we stop them or not?"

"Rebel army?" Li Qiuping turned to look at Li Chenbi, who had stepped onto the platform. "Second Master, it's the rebel army."

After thinking for a moment, Li Chenbi guessed who the visitor was, and his expression became increasingly unpleasant.

"How dare he show his face here? Li Qiuping, help me up."

Li Qiuping became anxious. "Sir, you can't get angry right now. Just bear with it for a couple of days and then go looking for him. Anyway, he can't escape."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a deafening roar of angry curses erupted from outside.

"Li Chenbi, you get out here right now! I'm going to kill you today!"