From Traitor's Daughter to Heroine Chapter 7

In the cold rain and wind, Logan Zhuang's forehead was close to Si Qinmi's chin, but his excited mood was cooled down more than the hotter forehead.

"You are breathing. Madam Siqin, are you resurrected? But I clearly saw you being beheaded." Logan Zhuang said in confusion, not quite able to react after being hugged.

"Yes, fortunately, with the grace of His Majesty the King of Lunzhuan, I have returned to the world to fulfill my husband's relationship with him. Don't dig anymore. Let's take shelter from the rain and make a fire to dry your wet clothes." Judging that Logan Zhuang had caught a cold, Madeline Siqin could feel the temperature from his forehead. She wanted to warm Logan Zhuang up quickly and stop him from wearing wet clothes.

"Yeah." Without the taut string, people became lazy.

"There are farmers nearby, but I am not in a position to meet people. Let's go up the mountain. I remember there is a summer pavilion on Yushan Mountain. There is a stream next to the pavilion where we can wash clothes." The clothes were stained with blood, with large patches of dark red. I thought it was a murderer. Madeline Siqin thought about it and said

"Then I'll go borrow some flint and return the hoe to the owner." Logan Zhuang said relaxedly. Since the person is alive, there is no need to bury the coffin.

"Wait, my dear, please go to the farmhouse and have a rest. I will bury the coffin first. The fewer people who know about my resurrection from the dead, the better." Madeline Siqin looked at the coffin. She was already dead, and she couldn't let anyone know that she was resurrected. The coffin had to be buried.

"Let me do it. How can I let you do it?" Logan Zhuang also thought of it and walked to the coffin.

"But my husband has caught a cold. You go to the farmer's house to keep warm first. I will bury the coffin and wash the clothes and then come to find you." Madeline Siqin looked at Logan Zhuang worriedly.

"You're not going to die. Besides, we're just covering it with soil. Go wash your clothes and we'll go home directly." The pit was half dug and Logan Zhuang was too lazy to dig any more, so he pushed the coffin to the shallow pit and began to cover it with soil.

"Let me do it, you take a rest." Madeline Siqin also thought it made sense, so she picked up the hoe beside her and learned how to cover the soil.

"Don't waste time. Wash your clothes so that you can go back to the city. Otherwise, after you and I cover the soil, we will have to wait until the clothes are washed." Logan Zhuang was very tired, but he still forced himself to speak.

"Is this good?" Madeline Siqin rolled in the mud, and the blood stains turned into mud color.

The former noble lady didn't seem to care about rolling in the mud, let alone working. She picked up the hoe and worked faster than Logan Zhuang. Logan Zhuang felt ashamed, but his liking for Madeline Siqin increased greatly.

Maybe it's because she's not arrogant, so it's really amazing that she's willing to take action like this.

"I'm sorry. I had the audacity to arrange a ghost marriage for you just to get you out of town." Logan Zhuang gathered up the dirt and apologized to her.

"Let's talk about it when we get back. My dear, you take a rest." Madeline Siqin quickened her pace.

Logan Zhuang didn't listen to her, and she didn't listen to Logan Zhuang either, and the two of them worked faster and faster.

As long as the coffin is lowered into the ground, it doesn't matter how big the mound is. As long as the coffin is in the ground, they pat the mound and smile at each other.

"The daughter of Siqin died here." Madeline Siqin murmured, and the two left together.

They returned the farmer's farm tools and refused to have them cleaned. No one stopped them from walking into the city and they were treated as refugees.

There were all kinds of refugees, and Madeline Siqin's face was covered in mud, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.

After returning to the small house he rented, Logan Zhuang had to muster up his energy. He boiled some water, wiped his body, changed his clothes, rummaged under the quilt for a long time, and found two copper coins. While Madeline Siqin was washing up, he went out and bought a sesame cake.

With the influx of refugees, prices have skyrocketed. I could buy two pancakes yesterday, but today I can only buy one.

Being already hungry, Logan Zhuang thought of himself a year ago. He seemed to be in the same situation then, but now at least he had a place to stay, so he went home with the bread without hesitation.

After seeing the cleaned Madeline Siqin, I wonder if she was resurrected from the dead. Her appearance was ruined. After the cleansing, her cheek was pierced with blood red, as if it was cracked and extremely scary. Maybe she was hit by a passerby with a stone at that time. She was very embarrassed when delivering the wine. After the cleansing, she was exposed. She had a good figure. She wore Logan Zhuang's robe, and her exquisite figure was particularly well-proportioned.

"Mrs. Siqin, don't be disgusted. Our house is simple and there is not much food." Logan Zhuang took out the cake on his own initiative. His eyelids were half drooping and he originally wanted to borrow money, but at this moment he just wanted to lie down and rest. He didn't want to move because he had a fever.

"I won't eat, my husband should eat. My husband is sick, so he should eat more." Madeline Siqin shook her head and declined.

"One cake is one cent. I've already eaten one. You can have it first." Logan Zhuang lied very naturally.

"Half each, you eat and I eat." Madeline Siqin opened the pancake.

"I've already said I've eaten. Never mind. I'll go borrow some money and buy some more." Seeing her firm attitude, Logan Zhuang paced out.

"My dear, you are sick, so you should rest. If you need to borrow money, I will go and borrow it." Madeline Siqin held Logan Zhuang.

"You're dead, who can you borrow money from?" Logan Zhuang looked at her face with relief. He immediately felt much better about her. At least no one would associate her with Si Qinmi anymore.

"No matter what, my dear, eat first." Madeline Siqin stubbornly handed the cake to Logan Zhuang's mouth.

"Let's eat together." Logan Zhuang wanted to break free, but found that he couldn't beat her.

"Yeah." Madeline Siqin nodded.

They looked at each other, taking a bite each, afraid that the other person would eat less, and they slowly finished the already small pancake, one bite at a time. Madeline Siqin's eyes were as gentle as water, and Logan Zhuang glanced at her twice and then turned his head away.

"I'm going to borrow some money." I was still hungry.

"Take a rest, my dear." Madeline Siqin pulled Logan Zhuang, pushed him down on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"You should have a good rest. Be good and take some sleep first." Madeline Siqin sat down beside the bed, touched Logan Zhuang's forehead, and showed a distressed look.

...Logan Zhuang was already tired, so he went to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Logan Zhuang fall asleep, Si Qin Mi went to look through her muddy clothes, found the bellyband she had taken off, rinsed it with water, revealing an exquisite pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

She stared for a long time, and seemed to have made up her mind.

He tore the bellyband to pieces, picked out the golden thread sewn on it with his fingernails, and rolled the gold thread into a strand.

When Logan Zhuang woke up, he was awakened by the aroma of medicine. Madeline Siqin was squatting in front of a small medicine stove, fanning the fire with a small fan. Her clothes had also become women's, but they were cloth, and the whole thing was gray, which made her look gray, but even so, she still had a leisurely temperament.

"Where did you get the money to buy the herbs?" Logan Zhuang said in a hoarse voice.

"There was gold thread on my bellyband, which I tore off and exchanged for copper coins. I bought medicine, some cloth, food, charcoal, and more than a hundred coins." Madeline Siqin sat down on the edge of the bed and took out a warm pancake from the lining.

"My dear, you must be hungry. Eat some bread first." Madeline Siqin gently helped Logan Zhuang up, put the copper coins on the table with a jingling sound, and once again handed the bread to his mouth.

"Thank you." The fragrant pancake aroused Logan Zhuang's appetite even though he was sick. Knowing that Madeline Siqin was not giving him the remaining pancake, Logan Zhuang swallowed it in big mouthfuls. After a few bites, he felt it was not very elegant, so he took the pancake and took small bites.

Madeline Siqin watched Logan Zhuang eat the cake, and then handed him some honey water to drink. Only then did she relax her brows and go to see how the medicine was going.

"Can you tell me how you came back to life, Madam?" Logan Zhuang asked after he felt full and had a little more energy after lying on the bed. He thought for a moment and added, "And the fate of husband and wife."