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As Yun Jin laughed, she imagined how Liu Zhixue would react when she woke up the next morning to find herself in this grotesque state. She was even more excited to see Yun Heting's reaction to seeing Liu Zhixue like this. Could someone who was neither male nor female still fall in love with her?

I get excited just thinking about it.

Yun Jin left the door open and went into the kitchen, where she started cleaning again.

Put away the pots, pans, and utensils.

The stove, pot and all, is put away.

The rice, flour, and cooking oil in the kitchen's small storage room are being collected.

Walking into the courtyard, she saw the carriage and the horse tied up in the shed, and she took them all.

The cart frame can be used for chopping firewood, and the horse's head can be sold.

Focus on one thing, leave nothing behind.

Consider it as calculating the interest on my fifteen years of work!

As for the coachman, he had already been drugged by her.

After doing all this, she clapped her hands and returned the way she came.

Back at Qingshuiyuan, she quietly slipped through the window, took off her night clothes, and lay back down on the bed.

Nobody knew she had gone out.

Silently.

……

The next morning.

Liu Zhixue was awakened by the cold.

She opened her eyes shivering. A gust of cold wind blew in, and she couldn't help but sneeze, thinking that the wind must have blown the window open.

With her eyes closed, she called out towards the door, "Siqin!"

No one replied to her.

I called out twice more, but still no one answered.

Helpless, she could only sleepily reach for her clothes on the shelf in front of the bed.

I reached out and touched it, but couldn't find it.

"Um?"

Liu Zhixue reached out and touched it again, but it was still empty.

She frowned, opened her eyes, and looked towards the bedside—

There was nothing in front of the bed.

The clothes rack is gone, the dressing table is gone, and the stool is gone.

She sat up abruptly, looked around, and felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

There was nothing left in the room except the bed she was on and the blanket she was wearing.

The wardrobe is gone, the boxes are gone, the tables and chairs are gone, even the paintings hanging on the wall are gone.

The room was completely empty, as if it had been ransacked.

"Play the zither! Play the zither!" she cried out shrilly.

No one answered.

Without thinking twice, she threw off the covers and stepped out of bed barefoot. The cold floor tiles sent a chill straight up to her head.

She rushed out of the bedroom and saw Siqin lying unconscious on the floor of the outer room.

"Siqin! Wake up!" She rushed over and shook him vigorously.

Siqin slowly woke up, opened her eyes groggily, saw Liu Zhixue's face, and was about to speak when her gaze suddenly froze.

She pointed at Liu Zhixue's hair, her lips trembling, "Madam... your hair..."

Liu Zhixue was taken aback and reached out to touch her head.

What I touched was a patch of uneven stubble, some long, some short, and in some places almost touching the scalp.

She froze, frantically searching for a mirror, but the room was empty; where could she find one?

"Where's the mirror? Where's the mirror!" she screamed.

Siqin got up and took out a small hand mirror from her bosom.

Liu Zhixue snatched it away and looked in the mirror. The person in the mirror had his hair cut into a mess, like it had been chewed by a dog.

"ah……!"

A piercing scream shattered the morning's tranquility.

Liu Zhixue loosened her grip, and the mirror fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

She frantically grabbed at her hair, hoping it was just a dream!

Who is it? Who exactly is it?

She suddenly remembered something, looked down to check her body, and thankfully, her clothes were intact and there were no other marks on her body.

But that's precisely why she was even more terrified.

This person can cut her hair silently, and he can take her life silently.

What was he trying to do? Threaten? Or warned?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her face turned ashen.

Suddenly remembering something, she nudged Siqin, her voice trembling, "Siqin, quick... quick, go check the storeroom!"

Siqin got up and staggered out. She went to the servants' quarters first, waking up the sleeping maids and old women one by one, before leading her people to the storeroom.

A moment later, Siqin ran back, her face deathly pale, her voice trembling: "Madam, the storeroom...it's empty! All the boxes inside are gone!"

Liu Zhixue's mind went completely blank.

Empty? Completely empty?

That was money she had saved up little by little over the years, money she had squeezed out of Yun Heting.

She suddenly remembered what was in the hidden compartment, turned around and rushed into the bedroom, groping along the wall.

The door to the hidden compartment was open, and the inside was empty.

That thick stack of silver notes is gone too.

Liu Zhixue's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and said, "Go...go report to the authorities! Go to the Jingzhao Prefecture! And...go to the Ministry of Rites to find the officials!"

Siqin responded and turned to run.

After Siqin left, Liu Zhixue looked at the empty room and felt a chill run through her body.

She glanced down at her thin undergarment, pulled the blanket over herself tightly, and called out, "Si Hua!"

A maidservant rushed in in response: "Madam!"

"Go get me a set of your clothes and shoes." Liu Zhixue gritted her teeth, then suddenly remembered that she might have to meet with the yamen runners from the Jingzhao Prefecture later, and asked, "My hair... could you think of a way to fix it?"

Si Hua then looked up. Seeing Liu Zhixue's messy hair, she was surprised for a moment, then immediately lowered her head, saying awkwardly, "Madam, this servant...this servant doesn't know how to fix it..."

Liu Zhixue felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sighed, "Never mind, help me find a veiled hat."

Si Hua breathed a sigh of relief, responded, and ran back to her room. She brought back a clean set of clothes, a pair of new embroidered shoes, and an old veiled hat that she had used before.

Looking at the clothes Si Hua handed over, Liu Zhixue felt a surge of humiliation.

But she had no other choice but to take it and grit her teeth to put it on.

Fortunately, the clothes were clean, and although the shoes were a bit big, they were new.

She took the veil and put it on her head, covering her messy hair.

Just as I finished putting it on, a commotion broke out outside.

Liu Zhixue looked at Si Hua: "Go and ask what happened?"

Si Hua opened the door and stood in the doorway, shouting, "What kind of noise is this?"

Liu Zhixue walked up behind Si Hua and asked coldly, "What happened?"

Si Hua quickly stepped aside: "Tell us one by one!"

First, an old woman in charge of the kitchen squeezed forward, her face filled with panic: "Madam, the kitchen... the kitchen is completely empty! All the pots and pans are gone! And... the rice, flour, and cooking oil in the storeroom at the back are also gone!"

Next came the old woman from the flower room: "Madam, the flowers in the flower room... are gone too!"

Finally, the coachman, his face contorted with grief, cried out, "Madam, the carriages... and the horses... they've all vanished!"

Liu Zhixue's vision went black, and she swayed. Si Hua quickly supported her, crying, "Madam! Madam!"

Liu Zhixue paused for a moment, then waved her hand, "I'm fine."

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked, "Is anything missing from your room?"

The servants looked at each other and shook their heads: "Madam, our room is perfectly fine, nothing is missing."

Liu Zhixue's face turned even paler.

This is aimed at her.

That person came specifically for her.

Chu Wanqing?

I had my suitcase checked yesterday when I kicked myself out, and it's gone today.

It must be her!

Liu Zhixue was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth to powder.