I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

They refrained from acting impulsively, but Shi Mo, a grown shuanger with a child, stood out prominently, and in a bustling place like an inn, he was easily noticeable. As they had anticipated, the following evening, a woman led a group of soldiers to surround the inn.

Among the group was the Madam Bai from the previous day. They rushed to the room where Shi Mo was staying, and upon opening the door, they were taken aback by the heartbreaking scene inside.

Shi Mo, dressed in white, had a pallid face with bruised eyes, struggling to exhale but unable to inhale properly. He laid by the bedside, holding the motionless child, tears streaming uncontrollably.

An elderly doctor was by his side, offering advice, “Oh, you can’t cry like this. Your body can’t handle it. This child is severely ill, but I’ll do my best.”

“Doctor, please, save my brother. This child is just over a year old, and my eldest brother can’t bear to live without him.” Shi Yi cried, gripping the old doctor’s sleeves and pleading desperately.

Pei Xing embraced Shi Yi, offering heartfelt comfort, “Don’t be like this, baby.”

“I’ve done all I could. It’s unimaginable for such a young child to suffer from a fever for so long. If I had arrived earlier, it might have been different,” the old doctor lamented heavily. “As for now…”

The doctor shook his head, sighed, and continued, “I’m sorry, but your eldest brother’s condition is terminal. With proper care, he might have a few more months. But if he continues to grieve like this, his time may be even shorter. Prepare yourselves.”

Shi Yi seemed in disbelief, clinging tightly to the doctor, tears flowing, and he pleaded, “Doctor, please, I beg you, save my brother. I just found him. Please save him…”

His voice was full of sorrow, as if he couldn’t bear the pain, and his body went limp.

Pei Xing embraced him, his eyes filled with sadness and self-blame. “It’s my fault. I couldn’t help you. If only we had come here earlier. I’m so sorry, baby.”

He then turned to the old doctor and asked with sadness, “Doctor, is there truly nothing more you can do?”

The doctor, maintaining his façade, looked at them with mournful eyes. If he hadn’t agreed to this ruse earlier, he would have believed the scene was real. He had benefited from someone’s pill cheaply and had promised to participate in this act, so he had to give his best performance.

Pretending to be helpless and sorrowful, he said, “Young man, I’ve done all I can,” shaking his head. With his medical kit, he left the room in front of a crowd of onlookers, lamenting, “How can a good person come to such a fate!” as he stood at the door.

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Many people observed the situation. Some recognized the madam of the Bai Mansion and the City Master’s daughter. They also saw the shuanger mourning his deceased child in the room. This shuanger was widely known throughout Nanzhou City.

He was the cherished concubine of the eldest young master of the Bai Mansion and the reason why Bai Mansion’s eldest son refused to marry the City Master’s daughter.

Fan Qingfang, upon witnessing this, narrowed her eyes and approached the lifeless child.

She reached out and touched the child who was no longer breathing, a hint of surprise in her eyes, her lips curving into a victorious smile. She looked down at the grieving Shi Mo by the bed.

So, what if this person had won Jing Xiao’s heart?

After all, the bitch’s child was death. She and Jingxiao-ge had been betrothed since childhood, having grown up together as childhood sweethearts. This person was nothing more than a plaything bought for momentary happiness, and was not worthy of occupying her position of his heart.

Suddenly, Shi Mo rose and grabbed her arm. He looked like a vengeful spirit, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at her. He tried to say something but instead coughed up a mouthful of blood onto her.

Fan Qingfang let out a horrified scream, pushing him away with a backhand and stepping back. When she came to a halt, the front of her clothing was splattered with a significant amount of blood. The fabric, a shiny satin worth a hundred taels, was now stained, with only half of it remaining.

Fan Qingfang, her face filled with anger, took two steps forward and raised his hand to strike.

Shi Yi rushed forward, shoving her aside, and shouted, “You’re a heartless person!!”

“My brother is in this state, and you won’t let him be. Now he’s on the brink of death. Isn’t this what you wanted? What more do you want!!”

“And you, you wicked woman!” Shi Yi turned and pointed at the Madam Bai beside him. “A few days ago, we arrived at your doorstep with a greeting card from Mr. Lu, waiting for over an hour. You refused to see us and claimed that he was traveling north with Bai Jingxiao for business. It’s clear that you were lying to us. You took this opportunity to harm my brother. What has he done to deserve such persecution? If my brother doesn’t make it, you won’t escape the consequences!!”

Madam Bai and Fan Qingfang exchanged a brief glance, listening to the hushed murmurs of the people outside the door. They felt a sense of guilt.

After all, this was an internal matter within the household. It wasn’t unusual for a concubine and child to die of illness in a wealthy family. If it had happened inside the mansion, they could have fabricated the cause of death and avoided suspicion when Jingxiao returned.

But now that the matter had been exposed so publicly, they were not just concerned about government investigation but also the difficulty of explaining when Jingxiao returned.

Madam Bai’s demeanor shifted slightly as she adopted a plaintive tone, saying, “Why would you accuse me so unjustly? When this rascal went out, he was already unwell. I specifically instructed him to take good care of himself and not leave the estate. When you arrived, he happened to be gravely ill. I intended to wait until he recovered before allowing you to meet him, but he disappeared that night. I searched frantically for two days before finding him here. His condition was already fragile, and he couldn’t endure such torment. If you hadn’t stealthily entered the Bai Mansion to take him away, he wouldn’t have become this sick.”

She spoke with empty-handed fabrications, presenting her case earnestly as if she genuinely had their best interests at heart.

Pei Xing’s eyes turned slightly cold as he stared at her intently, his tone icy, “Madam, if you are truly considerate of us, why didn’t you think about our feelings, our longing for our relatives, who traveled a great distance to find him. The reason you insisted on for us not meeting is because you secretly feared that we might discover your disgraceful actions. Who is disgusting here?”

Shi Yi seethed with anger, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the madam, rebuking, “Indeed, shameless! Was it us who kidnapped my brother? He just happened to cross our path while fleeing. If we hadn’t encountered him, who knows if he would have survived. Now that Xiao Bao is gone, we won’t give up. We’ll demand answers when your eldest young master returns.”

Mentioning Jingxiao alarmed Madam Bai. With things having escalated this far, she would undoubtedly have to settle accounts with him when he returned.

Fan Qingfang was disgusted by the blood on her body. Regardless, she was now convinced this person had little time left. She wasn’t afraid of Bai Jingxiao’s reaction upon his return.

They were engaged, and she had no fear that Jingxiao wouldn’t marry her. Life went on, and day by day, the person soon would die and no one would be with Jiangxiao except her.