Chapter 116: Please don’t punish me, okay?
Qi Huang was carried back by her main body in an extremely embarrassing way. Her remaining male dignity was once again trampled. She wanted to reveal her true identity countless times, but she really didn’t have the courage. If this proud daughter of heaven knew that she was holding a “stinky man”, it wouldn’t be a princess hug anymore. She might directly give her a “hug to death”!
Cheng Hong Ling was also outwardly defiant but inwardly compliant. She pretended to be upset with her clone, but when they got home, she still gently placed Qi Huang on a chair.
“Lift your skirt and let me see.”
Cheng Hong Ling commanded with her arms crossed.
“You want to look… look at what? Even though I’m a clone, I still have dignity!”
Qi Huang quickly covered her skirt, wondering if this was the punishment.
“You’re quite the actress.”
Cheng Hong Ling rolled her beautiful eyes and said, “I just want to check your injuries.”
“Ah?”
Qi Huang’s small mouth was slightly open. She never expected her usually distant main body to be so caring, and she was flattered for a moment.
“Ahem, I’m not concerned about you, my disobedient clone. It’s entirely because we have a telepathic connection. If you get hurt, I’ll also feel pain, so I don’t want to suffer with you.”
Cheng Hong Ling coughed twice to explain, but her words sounded rather tsundere.
‘So I was just overthinking things!’
Qi Huang felt like crying but had no tears. However, she still obediently lifted her blood-stained skirt, revealing her bloody lower leg. Although she had already bandaged it, due to the severity of the injury and the constant battles during this period, it had not healed at all.
Cheng Hong Ling frowned, then crouched down and carefully untied the bandage on her clone’s lower leg. She then saw a gruesome gap in the flesh, as if a small tree had survived several chops from a lumberjack.
“Such a big wound, no wonder I felt pain. How did you get it?”
Cheng Hong Ling asked, unable to bear looking directly.
“It… it’s nothing, I just accidentally grazed it.”
Qi Huang naturally dared not tell the truth and could only mumble an excuse.
“Accidentally? Is that so?”
Cheng Hong Ling didn’t commit and said teasingly, “Then you were really careless, deliberately grazing yourself on other people’s weapons.”
Qi Huang was stunned and lowered her head, not daring to speak.
“Do you really think I’m a three-year-old? This is clearly an arrow wound. You must have been injured while saving Deacon Hu!”
Cheng Hong Ling deduced herself.
“Ah, yes, yes, yes!”
Qi Huang quickly nodded like a pecking chicken.
“Deacon Hu is really lucky! Even though he escaped to such a remote and desolate place, he was ‘coincidentally’ encountered by you.”
Cheng Hong Ling then sarcastically remarked.
“It was quite a coincidence.”
Qi Huang said with an embarrassed smile, her eyes evasively looking away.
Cheng Hong Ling gave a meaningful cold laugh, then turned and entered the room. A moment later, she took out a bottle of excellent external wound medicine to re-bandage her clone.
Just then, Jiang Liniang walked in from outside. She was very excited to see her second daughter, but she was startled when she saw the wound on Qi Huang’s leg.
“Huang’er, how did you get so badly injured?”
Jiang Liniang’s voice trembled.
“Mother! It’s nothing, just a minor injury.”
Qi Huang quickly comforted her.
“This is still a minor injury! Look at your slender arms and legs. Such a big wound, you can’t even see the flesh on your calves. How painful must that be!”
Jiang Liniang’s eyes reddened, and she crouched down to examine the wound.
“Mother! Let me do it. I have more experience treating wounds.”
Cheng Hong Ling quickly advised.
Jiang Liniang couldn’t intervene and could only anxiously watch from the side.
“Where is Father?”
Qi Huang looked around to change the subject.
“He went back! He’s a restless person.”
Jiang Liniang replied verbally, but her eyes were fixed on her second daughter’s wound.
“Is he still going to the prefecture capital to get supplies?”
Qi Huang asked worriedly.
“Yes, all these years, he’s been trying his best to get some medicinal ingredients for your… your sister’s cultivation.”
Jiang Liniang came back to her senses and explained.
“That’s too dangerous.”
Qi Huang was uneasy. Although Cheng Yuan was not her biological father, the father-daughter bond established in the dream was real.
“What can we do? He doesn’t listen to advice. We can’t tie him up, can we?”
Jiang Liniang shook her head helplessly.
“When I become strong enough, he won’t have to risk his life anymore.”
Qi Huang gritted her teeth and vowed.
“Heh heh, when will that be? For a clone like you who doesn’t follow orders, how many days do you have left?”
Cheng Hong Ling stood up slowly after bandaging the wound and questioned. She was tall and elegant.
Qi Huang was speechless. Her act of forcibly leaving seemed too irresponsible in the eyes of her main body, but for her master, she had to go even if it meant death.
“Alright, now can you answer my question?”
Cheng Hong Ling’s expression became serious.
“What question?”
Qi Huang hesitated, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
“Where did you go when you ran away from home in a panic?”
Cheng Hong Ling narrowed her beautiful eyes and questioned.
“Yes, do you know how worried we were during this time?”
Jiang Liniang also chimed in.
“I… I had something urgent to do.”
Qi Huang didn’t know how to answer and could only stammer a perfunctory reply.
“Something urgent? Your so-called urgent matter wouldn’t be related to Deacon Hu, would it?”
Cheng Hong Ling made another judgment.
“No, no, no, it has nothing to do with him.”
Qi Huang quickly denied.
“No relation? Then I don’t understand. This place called Ma’an Village in Changming County, Qing Song Prefecture, a place I’ve never even heard of, why did you happen to appear there? And coincidentally save Deacon Hu?”
Cheng Hong Ling pressed on again.
Qi Huang began to sweat, but she still pretended to be nonchalant, “Yes! It’s just that coincidental!”
“Ah, yes, yes, yes, it’s quite coincidental! And even more coincidental, this Deacon Hu is the master of that Huang Qi.”
Cheng Hong Ling slightly raised the corners of her rosy lips.
“Huang Qi? Who is that guy? I don’t… I don’t know him!”
Qi Huang was already sweating profusely.
“Don’t know him? But when you complained to the Sect Leader earlier, you mentioned that he was poisoned and expelled three years ago.”
Cheng Hong Ling said with a fake smile.
“That… that’s what Deacon Hu told me!”
Qi Huang wiped her forehead and tried her best to distance herself from Huang Qi.
“Oh? Is that so? Then what about the other Huang Qi? If I remember correctly, the son of the couple who saved you is also called Huang Qi, right? Do you think they might be the same person?”
Cheng Hong Ling suddenly leaned closer and whispered, her red lips slightly parting, exuding a sweet breath.
“I… I don’t know.”
Qi Huang guiltily leaned back, her clothes gradually becoming soaked with sweat.
“That’s easy! I’ll ask him sometime when I have the chance and find out.”
The expression on Cheng Hong Ling’s pretty face gradually returned to icy cold.
‘If she finds out that the two Huang Qis are the same person, she will definitely become suspicious.’
Qi Huang thought to herself, her heart becoming anxious again. All she could do was pray that the other party’s thoughts wouldn’t wander too much, otherwise, her position as a fake clone would be precarious.
“Actually, I don’t really care why you ran out. What I truly care about is that you, as a clone, disobey me, the main body, and act on your own repeatedly.”
Cheng Hong Ling’s tone changed and she said, “A clone like you who doesn’t listen to the main body is unique in the Cultivation World, which has led to me being constantly mocked by certain scoundrels. How do you think I should punish you to vent my anger?”
“I was wrong! Please don’t punish me, okay? I will definitely be obedient from now on.”
Qi Huang was greatly alarmed and quickly admitted her mistake. After all, a true man knows when to bend and when to stand firm. Once her spiritual sense recovered, it would be up to her whether to obey or not.
“That won’t do. If I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t learn.”
Cheng Hong Ling said with ill intent.
