When seeing them off at the door, Meixue suddenly leaned close to Chunxiu’s ear and whispered softly, “I’ll remember what happened before quite well, and I’ll definitely repay it double in the future!”

Chunxiu was struck as if by lightning, her entire body freezing in place. It wasn’t until the door closed behind them and Jirong asked her what Meixue had just said to her that she finally came back to her senses. She opened her mouth wanting to speak, but her tongue simply wouldn’t obey, and she couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing this, Jirong quickly comforted her, “Don’t worry, we’ll talk slowly after we get back.”

Once they entered the room, Jirong furrowed her brow and said uncertainly, “You said you accidentally caused Meixue’s death, but you also saw just now that Meixue is perfectly fine, without any problems at all. You… might you have been mistaken?”

Chunxiu shook her head repeatedly, swallowing hard with effort before saying, “How could I be mistaken about such a thing? At that time there really was blood all over the floor, and she had no breath left, it was terrifying. Also, Meixue just whispered in my ear that she would remember what happened before and would repay it double in the future, clearly referring to me causing her to hit her head.” Speaking to this point, she desperately gripped Jirong’s hand, her face full of panic as she said, “Sister Jirong, do you think the Meixue we just saw might be a monster in disguise?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Jirong was gripped so tightly it hurt, so she pulled her hand back and said, “Where would so many monsters come from in this world? Meixue…” She pondered for a moment, then said, “I’ve seen in medical books that some people, when suddenly attacked, will have their breathing stop for a moment before recovering after a while. Meixue was very likely in that situation.”

“So… actually Meixue didn’t die at that time?” After Jirong nodded, she continued, “Then what about all that blood? Even if she didn’t die, she couldn’t possibly be like nothing happened?”

Jirong shook her head and said, “I haven’t figured that out either, but no matter what, Meixue not dying is a good thing for you. You don’t have to worry about it anymore in the future.”

“That’s true, but…” Chunxiu said with some worry, “Looking at her expression just now, I’m afraid she’s already harboring resentment and won’t let this go easily.”

Jirong covered her lips and laughed softly, saying, “From what you’re saying, could it be that you’re afraid of Meixue?”

Chunxiu hastily denied it, “Of course not, it’s just… I’m somewhat worried, that’s all.” For some reason, whenever she thought of Meixue’s expression and tone just now, her heart would race with unease—something that had never happened before.

Jirong patted her hand and said, “Don’t worry. Don’t you know what kind of person Meixue is? She’s as soft as a persimmon—if you want her square, she’ll be square; if you want her round, she’ll be round. That ginseng incident last time also just faded away in the end, didn’t it? She can’t stir up any trouble. The only thing to worry about is the Second Young Master… but fortunately we’re under Second Madam’s management. I heard that the Second Young Master had some disputes with Second Madam over Meixue’s matter before, so I believe he shouldn’t interfere with the dance hall’s affairs for now. Not to mention, they’re still busy catching the assassin.”

Hearing her say this, Chunxiu gradually relaxed, then said, “Speaking of the assassin, Meixue just now actively offered to open the cabinet for us to see. Could it be that she really isn’t hiding the assassin?”

“Whether she’s hiding one or not, we’ve already missed the best opportunity.” After a pause, Jirong frowned her delicate willow eyebrows and said, “Compared to that, I’m more curious why Meixue would hide the fact that you pushed her and caused her head injury, not even telling Jiang Caiping.”

Regarding this question, Chunxiu herself was also completely puzzled and naturally couldn’t provide an answer.

Meanwhile, in Meixue’s room, Jiang Caiping was pouting and saying, “I really don’t understand why sister you were so polite to those two. As I said, no matter how nicely they speak, they’re like weasels paying New Year’s respects to chickens—they have no good intentions.”

Meixue tidied up the fruit peels and scraps on the table while saying, “Of course I know that, but they came in with smiles, so we couldn’t just drive them out without a word. If word got out, we’d be the ones in the wrong.”

Jiang Caiping cupped her cheeks and said, “That’s true too. Thinking about having to face those two people every day from now on is really annoying.” Speaking of this, she remembered something and said, “By the way, sister, didn’t you find those two rather strange today? One moment saying sister was a ghost, the next moment saying our room’s furnishings were unique. And… that Chunxiu seemed to be very afraid of you, sister.”

Meixue replied casually, “It was a bit strange, but they’ve already left, so why are you still bothering with this? Even if there really were ghosts, as long as we haven’t done anything wrong, we needn’t be afraid.”

Jiang Caiping nodded, then suddenly stared at Meixue with a smile and said, “Sister, I somehow feel like you’ve become a completely different person after staying in prison for two days.”

Meixue’s expression changed, and she unnaturally raised her hand to touch her cheek, saying, “Really? Maybe it’s because I didn’t eat well before, so I’ve gotten a bit thinner.”

Jiang Caiping shook her head repeatedly, “That’s not what I mean. I’m referring to sister’s tone of voice, it seems like…” She frowned, trying hard to find a word to describe Meixue’s change, but couldn’t think of one for a while, so she could only say, “I can’t really say, but anyway it’s different.”

A strange look flashed through Meixue’s eyes, and she smiled, saying, “So do you like it or not?”

Jiang Caiping nodded eagerly, “Of course I like it.” Saying this, she asked with a curious expression, “By the way, sister, did you really dream that Chunxiu harmed you?”

Meixue glanced at her and said, “Where do you get so many questions? Quickly go throw away these fruit peels, then fetch water to wash your face and sleep.”

“Oh.” Jiang Caiping took the fruit peels she handed over and walked out. Watching her retreating figure, Meixue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterward, Jiang Caiping brought in water, and they each washed up. Just as they were preparing to sleep, Jiang Caiping remembered something and took out a small paper packet from her bosom, saying, “By the way, sister mentioned before that the wound was hurting, so I thought maybe the previous medicine wasn’t working well. So I just went to ask the pharmacy manager for wound medicine. He said this medicine works very well, and I begged for a long time before he would give me this little bit. Let me help you reapply the medicine.”

Meixue’s face turned slightly pale as she said, “I’m fine now, no need to trouble yourself.”

“But…” Before Jiang Caiping could continue, Meixue had already said, “I’m really fine now. Besides, reapplying medicine after only half a day would be too wasteful. Let’s do it tomorrow instead, to save some.”

Seeing her say this, Jiang Caiping nodded and said, “Alright then, tomorrow when sister changes the dressing, call me and I’ll help you apply it.”

After handing the medicine packet to Meixue, she changed into her nightclothes while casually saying, “By the way, sister, don’t you find tonight’s air in the room rather strange? It seems like… there’s a bloody smell.”

Meixue smiled and said, “Really? I didn’t notice. Perhaps it’s because I have a wound, so you think there’s a bloody smell.”