78 Monster (1/2)
From afar, Hu Zi watched the imperial palace from her place on the courtyard roof. Though the darkness of the night obscured most of her body and features, bits of moonlight managed to shine on her snow white skin as she stared at the towering structure that was in the distance, her gleaming purple eyes warring with different emotions.
She was restless, the days of using her wind nonstop practically draining her body, but she couldn't seem to close her eyes and take the long needed rest in the same room that she and her sisters used to share. Just looking at her second sister's empty bed pained her heart and made tears unconsciously stream down her cheek, showing just how much she missed her.
After regaining her consciousness, she requested Fa Sui to take her to see the coffins. She opened them one by one so that she could finally see the faces of her family, even though it might not be the best view.
To think that the first time she saw their faces, they would be inside wooden coffins…
”Mother looked as beautiful as a blooming flower.” She helplessly smiled.
”Third Young Miss.” Fa Sui called to her. Hu Zi looked down and spotted his shadow. ”The chief wants you to come to the Peony Courtyard.”
”I'll be right there,” Hu Zi said, giving him a smile. Though she tried to hide it, he could still see the dried tears on her cheeks. He looked at her purple eyes before she jumped from roof to roof. He couldn't believe that the blind young miss he had served for many years would suddenly be able to see.
His medical knowledge was high. He knew that such a case shouldn't have happened if she was blind since birth. Unless…
”...” Fa Sui's eyes widened. ”No way!”
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”I am here, Brother Zhi Yu.”
”Come in,” Zhi Yu said gently.
Hu Zi opened the sliding door and came to the Peony Hall where there was a short table in the middle, a plate of steamed buns and a teapot on top. Hu Zi could already smell them from the door.
The dimly lit room only had a few candles inside. She adjusted her eyes and saw the faces of the people who surrounded the table. It was apparent that Zhi Yu and Qing Bo were holding a meeting.
”Sit here, Zi'er.” Zhi Yu gave her a dark colored cushion to sit on. She immediately sat down, and they started the discussion. ”Zi'er, this afternoon, did you tell Sui, who went with you to see the coffins, that you only saw a dragon patterned tattoo on the wrist of the killer?”
”En.” Hu Zi nodded.
”It really is one of those imperial foxes…” Qing Bo gritted his teeth. The enemy was so near yet too powerful to engage. ”Do you remember anything else about the assassins, Hu Zi?”