After a full week of constant thrashing around the mansion filled with shouts, screams and yells, the two young masters are finally awake. The first words they utter were “Where is Xu/my servant?”. To which there is no respond, through the dry chapped lips spoken by the two children whose body is littered in pain and aches, their mind still remembers those words spoken to their ears. Whisper of advice, lessons and soft words, the two children’s head burns. It has been a of hell of a week where they fell unconscious for 3 days then they wake up only to realize they can’t respond to the outside except sleep still and hear. Though the room is silent, not even a sock of dusts and needles is found, even the servants barely stay attended. Even that person is nowhere to be heard from.
But what happen?
No responses.
This is weird.
As Qiu Jing turns frustrated and wants to shout at the useless maid, his finger is clasp by another soft yet scared hand. Small and fragile but already full of roughness and red burns. Qiu Jing turns to look at the boy holding his hand, grumbled.
Qiu Zihan is silent yet his anger and fragility is still shown from the trembling hold on his own hand, though Qiu Jing doesn’t speak as he turns back to the maids kneeling down below. He wants to shout and show his authority but before he could do so, an old tired voice comes from outside before a middle age man steps in.
His, no, their granddad.
“Just awake and already making troubles?”
Though it sounds like admonishment, there still seeps some loving reprimand rather than actual anger. Followed by a trail of other servants, maids and doctors.
Old Qiu glances at the doctor as the latter hurriedly walk to the kids and examine their bodies.
Qiu Jing looks at the doctor holding his wrist checking his pulse, he actually feels cold in the back and want to take the hands away but before he can move, the boy beside him has reacted faster and rush to slap the doctor’s hand away.
Slap!
A loud resounding noise, the doctor’s face turns red fuming. His raised hand turns up and starts to reprimand Qiu Zihan.
“T-This-! A bastard son dares t-! »
« Yes, I dare. So what?”
The childish tone sounds mischevious but weak like a small ant daring to muster all its courage infront a large venomous tiger.
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As the doctor’s hand raise down to return a slap back, his hand is clasped. Looking back, he wants to shout but is shocked to see that it’s Master Qiu who block him.
“Master…”
“Little kids always like to play, don’t mind them.”
So the doctor can only swallow all his anger back. After all, the Qiu family is still one of the 5 standing families that rule the state.
Qiu Zihan didn’t look at the master as he lowers his head to clutch his shirt tightly, Qiu Jing watches shocked at the interaction but before he could question the other boy.
“Jing’er, come to grandpa. Don’t associate yourself with sick wolf.”
“B-but…”
For the first time, this young boy that is always loved by everybody wants to stand up and argue however the resolve is weak at start thus making the elder easily win.
“Come now.”
Though it is spoken with authority and strictness. Qiu Jing has to walk down the bed but twist his ankles and his body tilts before Qiu Zihan grabs his collar and try to hold Qiu Jing’s upper body.
Looking at the boy’s weak, feeble body, Old Qiu is moremad.
“That damn servant actually poison my grandson to be this useless!”
‘W-What? P-Poison…?’
“I shouldn’t have killed him too soon and asked for the antidote beforehand…!”
…Kill?
“Grandpa! What do you mean kill?”
As if sprung to life, Qiu Jing grabs the master’s sleeves tightly as he asks in shaking voice. Even Zihan looks up quickly to see Old Qiu’s cold, indifferent eyes. Those lips say cruel words.
“Oh, that servant push and kick you. I had them give him a heavy punishment. Nothing too serious.”
“P-Punishment…?”
Zihan’s complexion turns pale, his lips tightly closed biting to keep his mind sane. Qiu Jing asks timidly, shocked to hear this turn of events.
‘Xu… Xu is dead?’
He thinks, no no it can’t be.
Before he shakes his head in denial, convincing himself of the dream reality that he wants to live in instead.
“Yes, he is punished 50 sticks for each of you.”
Old Qiu nods his head, shattering that peaceful mind that Qiu Jing has in his mind. Zihan shouts in anger.
“50!? 100?! You Beast!”
He turns his head to Old Qiu. For the first time, this young boy who had always kept his head down heatedly angrily look at the master of the house strongly without backing down. Those eyes resemble eyes of a predator. Even making others around scared and hurriedly bow down to beg for forgiveness. Having forgotten that they have always bullied this kid since his mother is gone.
Of course, this level is nothing infront of the head of the household. Still Old Qiu finds it bit interesting to see this from the abandoned boy.
He calmy answer.
“Yes. A servant actually bullies the young masters of House Qiu. How would it get out if the other families learn of that? Living in my house, you should at least know a thing or two of the power heriechy here.”
Old Qiu knew that the servant is wrongly accused but so what? In this house, you can’t survive if you are stupid and ignorant. You need to be capable and know how to use your hands efficiently to be able to live here safely and move up.
It was the consequences of his own actions, not knowing how to fight back. Though he might need to keep that other servant in check. Sometimes, people too evil can’t stay in my family.
“Carefully tend to your injuries, I hope this serves as a wonderful lesson for you Qius.”
His gaze swept the others knelt below before walking away.
Now, these rats won’t mess around anymore.
Soon, anguish crys and shouts were heard within the room before clashes of items are thrown on the ground along with servants and maids covered in blood from the collision trying to stop them before they run away from the mercy given. Leaving the two kids to cope alone in that room.
Two beasts trapped in a cage.
No one to turn to.
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Elsewhere, along the space portal in between the subconscious and the world entrance. A soul floats without protective cover. Seeing that a crashing meteor is headed across, staying near the hit range would be fatal to souls, especially weaken souls that is forcefully pull out of the plane before justifiedly remove by the world.
As the meteor continues to approach, the floating souls show no signs of waking up. Even sign of trembling is shown and seen.
12000meteres, 10000meters, 687meters, 392meters away…
BANG!
The impact is strong along with the sounds, the collision is heavy together with heavy effect. The hit souls is going to be shattered and destroyed once hit. Seeing that the meteor hit down, dusts and pebbles scatter around as if to protect the souls. Alas, the meteor is faster as it hit down towards the weaken soul.
That weaken soul is Liu Xu Yuan’s.
He grumbles in pain from the strong pull around him before he heard a familiar voice trying to reach him then his body, no, his soul is covered in warmth and…
…love?
-Wake up! Wake up! You’re going to die!
WHAT?!!!