The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 132 Delivering Letters

Back in her room, Qiu Ziyue took out paper and pen and began to think seriously.

With each thing she wrote down, Qiu Ziyue's mood grew heavier.

These wishes are not only her responsibility, but also the emotional anchor of her deepest feelings.

She knew that once she lost her memory, these precious memories and promises would also disappear, but she had to write them down.

The next morning, Qiu Ziyue handed over all the tasks to Leng Feng.

Leng Feng was practicing martial arts in an open space. Upon seeing her arrive, he immediately stopped and went to greet her.

"Brother Leng, my senior told me to leave a few things for me. Could you please help me with them?"

Qiu Ziyue handed over the letter.

Leng Feng took it, looked up, and nodded solemnly: "Miss Qiu, don't worry, I will do everything you ask for."

Qiu Ziyue smiled slightly, feeling a sense of comfort in her heart.

"Thank you, Brother Leng," Qiu Ziyue said sincerely.

Leng Feng replied, "Don't mention it, it's my pleasure. Focus on healing, leave the rest to me."

After Leng Feng left, Qiu Ziyue returned to the Demon Spring Palace and began her final preparations.

She knew she was about to embark on an unknown journey, but her conviction never wavered.

Whether it's losing her memory or her martial arts skills, she's willing to completely heal her internal injuries.

Qiu Ziyue entered a secret chamber deep within the Demon Spring Palace and began the treatment.

Leng Feng began to handle the matters assigned by Qiu Ziyue one by one.

He first went to the Valley of Passion, intending to give the letter written by Qiu Ziyue to the Valley Master.

To ensure the letter was delivered successfully, Leng Feng chose a special method—shooting the letter with an arrow onto the Valley Master's door.

Qiu Ruoshui was practicing her martial arts in the courtyard when she suddenly heard a soft sound. Looking up, she saw an arrow firmly planted in the gate, with a letter tied to its fletching.

A thought struck her, and she quickly stepped forward to take the letter. Opening it, she saw familiar handwriting on the paper:

To the Valley Master of the Valley of Passion and all the masters and fellow disciples:

I am grateful to the Valley Master, my four masters (Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter) and my three fellow disciples for their companionship and care over the years.

I'm fine, please don't worry about me.

If fate allows, we will meet again; if not, please don't worry. Wishing you both well and all the best.

Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle

After reading the letter, Qiu Ruoshui's eyes welled up with tears, but a relieved smile appeared on her lips.

She immediately handed the letter to her four masters (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter) and three senior brothers.

The group gathered around, carefully reading the letter, their faces gradually revealing expressions of surprise and emotion.

"Ziyue has let us know she's safe!" Qiu Langyu said excitedly.

"Yes, she finally let us know she's safe."

Master Chun took over the conversation, his voice slightly choked with emotion, "She always thought of us. Now that we know she's doing well, we're relieved."

Master Xia nodded: "Ziyue is such a sensible child. I hope everything goes well for her."

Master Qiu and Master Dong also expressed their agreement.

The senior brothers were even more excited and discussed Twilight Sparkle's news.

Qiu Ruoshui decided to share this good news with the entire Valley of Passion.

She summoned all her disciples and announced the contents of Twilight Sparkle's letter.

Instantly, the entire valley erupted in cheers, the disciples jumping for joy, happy for Twilight Sparkle.

"Junior Sister Ziyue, you've finally let us know you're safe!" "We all miss you so much, and we hope you'll come back soon!"...

Seeing the people of the Valley of Passion so happy, Leng Feng felt gratified.

He knew that he had fulfilled one of Qiu Ziyue's important requests.

Leng Feng arrived at the Qi family mansion again and went straight to Qi Yuxuan's study.

He gently drew back the bow and shot the arrow at the doorpost with a soft "whoosh".

Inside the room, Qi Yuxuan was intently flipping through an ancient book when he heard a noise and immediately looked up alertly.

"Who?"

Qi Yuxuan asked in a low voice, a sense of curiosity and unease rising in his heart.

He walked to the door and found an arrow firmly stuck in the doorpost, with a letter tied to its fletching.

Qi Yuxuan quickly took the envelope, unfolded the letter, and saw the familiar, delicate handwriting.

His heart suddenly raced, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

To Junyuxuan:

Qi, don't be sad, I'm still alive. Wait for me for two years, okay?

If my injuries heal, will you come back to my country with me?

If I haven't come back to you in two years, then you should marry someone else. I don't regret falling in love with you.

紫悦

Qi Yuxuan's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes glistened with tears of excitement.

He read every word of the letter over and over again, as if trying to etch these words into his heart.

At this moment, all the waiting and longing transformed into boundless joy and unwavering determination.

"Twilight Sparkle has written! Twilight Sparkle has finally written!"

Qi Yuxuan shouted excitedly, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you my whole life!"

He gripped the letter tightly, as if it were the only bond connecting the two of them.

In this short but heartfelt letter, Qiu Ziyue not only expressed her expectations for the future, but also revealed her deep affection and determination.

Leng Feng turned and left to give Zhao Wanqing the antidote, ensuring that Qiu Ziyue's other wishes could also be fulfilled.

At this time, Zhao Wanqing was staying at an inn.

Due to the turbulent times, her adoptive father, Yang Fugong, had been stripped of his military power and was later defeated by Li Maozhen, whereupon he was executed on his escape route.

Having lost her supporter and not wanting to return to her own home, Zhao Wanqing stayed temporarily at an inn with Xiao Wan.

Leng Feng ordered his attendant to fly over and place the two bottles of antidote on Zhao Wanqing's dressing table.

The morning sunlight streamed into Zhao Wanqing's boudoir through the carved window lattice. She lazily got out of bed, ready to start a new day.

On the dressing table were her favorite bronze mirror and various exquisite ornaments; everything seemed so ordinary yet beautiful.

However, when she walked to the dressing table to tidy her appearance, she suddenly found two bottles of antidote quietly placed next to the mirror, with a note pressed down beside them.

Zhao Wanqing's heart tightened. She picked up the note, unfolded it, and read: "Written in delicate handwriting..."

Zhao Wanqing:

You'd better pray I'm not dead. I'm only giving you a two-year supply of the medication; you'd better not do anything bad during those two years.

Two years from now, if I recover, I will give you the antidote; if I die, you can keep me company.

— Qiu Ziyue

Zhao Wanqing's hands trembled slightly, and her face turned deathly pale instantly.

She couldn't believe her eyes, reading every word of the letter over and over again, as if trying to find some comfort or explanation between the lines.

"What! This Qiu Ziyue!"

Zhao Wanqing suddenly threw the note on the ground and screamed hysterically.

Her voice echoed in the empty room, filled with fear and anger.

After calming down for a moment, Zhao Wanqing picked up the note from the ground and examined it carefully.

She realized that Qiu Ziyue was not joking.

The two vials of antidote were real, and the note was written in a tone full of determination and warning.

Zhao Wanqing knew that if she did anything inappropriate in the next two years, Qiu Ziyue would definitely take action.

And if Qiu Ziyue really dies, she will also be unable to escape this deadly threat.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wanqing couldn't help but shudder.

"I have to find a way," Zhao Wanqing muttered to herself. "I can't let her control my destiny."

She quickly considered her options.

She didn't know if Qiu Ziyue would really come back, nor did she know if she could survive the next two years.

Every time she thinks about the future, she feels an indescribable fear.

"Qiu Ziyue, what exactly do you want?" Zhao Wanqing murmured to herself.

She decided that she would fight for her own survival no matter what, even if it meant paying a huge price.

To be continued in the next chapter.