Chapter Fifteen: The Cold and Lonely Maiden Chops Firewood

  The cold girl pushed me hard into a big pile of firewood, her face already red with anger, gritting her teeth and saying: "You must finish chopping before nightfall, otherwise, this whip in my hand is not for show!"

  I looked up at the piled-up hay and suddenly felt that my fate was so sad.

  I don't know if I'll spend the rest of my life buried in this place?

  Leng's aunt smiled complacently: "The shape and size of each piece of firewood must be the same, otherwise the fire will not burn vigorously..."

  What kind of twisted logic is this?

  "Madam, take care of yourself!" Cold Aunt hummed twice with a loud voice and left in big strides.

  She's trying to drive me crazy! How can she still call me "madam" while assigning tasks that should be done by the servants to me? You, Yu Mo, you're really ruthless! This is what you mean by "being familiar with the environment"?

  Do you want me to treat you as an enemy or just stab you directly?

  Stop thinking so much and get back to work.

  I let out a sigh, raised the axe in my hand and chopped down. After several chops, I felt something was off, turned around to think about it, and realized that I hadn't put the firewood underneath yet.

  ……

  The day passed quickly and in the evening, Leng Jie walked into the backyard with her long whip.

  The woodpile is still a woodpile, the axe is still an axe, the only difference is that there's a person lying on the ground like a dead pig, fast asleep. This person is in the shape of an octopus, sprawled across the tree stump where the wood was chopped, with saliva still dripping from their mouth.

  A bad premonition suddenly surged up in Leng's heart. She went forward and shook awake a certain someone, asking: "Are you chopping firewood or sleeping?"

  "What? Cold sister, of course I'm chopping firewood, but it's in a dream!"

  Leng's aunt felt that if she continued like this, she might die from holding her breath and vomiting blood.

  "Where is the firewood you chopped?"

  "It's over there." I pointed to one side.

  On the ground lay a pair of wooden bars, horizontally and vertically, which Leng Jie had just ignored, thinking they were useless.

  "Is this the firewood you chopped?"

  "Of course!" I jumped up and said solemnly: "Leng, you're right, the size and shape of the firewood must be the same. After my precise measurement, these wooden strips, oh no, the similarity between the firewoods can reach 99.9999%!"

  Leng's aunt stumbled and almost fell over, her center of gravity unstable.

  I hastily went forward and supported her. "Good heart" said: "Leng girl, you just familiarized me with the environment for two days, don't die!" Who would I play with if you died?

  "Go!" Leng Gong pushed away my arm, but suddenly felt that the woman in front of her, with a clear brow and beautiful eyes, was not as bad as rumored. Her every frown and smile made people feel like a lotus blooming in the wind, unsullied by the mud. Her eyes still shone with a hint of clarity.

  But she soon dispelled her own idea: it was indeed she who had killed Miss Liu Yu, the one who should have been the prime minister's wife and who had saved her life.

  She was unforgivably evil, her crimes reaching the heavens. She coldly flung off my hand. The long whip lashed out and wrapped around my wrist, dragging me towards the outer courtyard: This woman, she wouldn't even deign to touch!

  "Where are you taking me again?"

  "Go and guard the door for me!"