My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 53 - 55 Dont Drag Me Down with Your Bad Luck

Chapter 53: Chapter 55 Don’t Drag Me Down with Your Bad Luck

Chapter 53 -55 Don’t Drag Me Down with Your Bad Luck

Qin Liuxi had been asleep until the hours of Shen, skipping lunch without getting up, and only then did she open her eyes, calmed her spirit, and sat up inside the carriage.

“Master, you’re awake.” Chen Pi, who had been feigning sleep, quickly got up upon hearing the movement and poured her some tea, while saying, “You slept so deeply, I didn’t call you. Your lunch has been kept warm in the food box. Do you want to eat that or have some snacks?”

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Qin Liuxi took the tea from him and asked, “What time is it?” She looked up at Chen Pi with a frown.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Qin Liuxi said, “Where have we reached? You have signs of a bloody disaster.”

“Ah?”

Qin Liuxi frowned as she observed a faint trace of blood rising to his face. It seemed though there was a sign of blood, it was not life-threatening, so she asked, “Do you have any Copper Coins?”

Chen Pi, aware of her habit, quickly took out a few Copper Coins from his sleeve and handed them to her.

Qin Liuxi took them, casually tossed them, while her other hand was engaged in swiftly counting and making gestures. She tossed again, her fingers moving rapidly.

Chen Pi waited quietly.

After a while, Qin Liuxi put away the Copper Coins and said, “Stop the carriage. We can’t go any further.”

Without another word, Chen Pi pulled open the carriage door and shouted for a halt.

Huo Lang, who was driving the horses, came up and asked, “Little Chen Pi, what’s the matter?”

“Stop. My master says we can’t go any further.”

Huo Lang was taken aback, then said, “Wait a moment.”

He drove his horse up to Qi Qian’s carriage to report.

Qi Qian had been resting his forehead and feigning sleep. Hearing the news, he glanced at the sundial to check the time and said, “Stop.”

He stepped off the carriage, and Ying Nan followed, asking, “Master, why can’t we go on when everything seems alright?”

Qin Liuxi had also alighted from her carriage and was surveying the surroundings and the skies. At this moment, they were on a mountainous official road, and according to the guards, they would be passing a very narrow gorge next.

“Doctor Qin.”

Qin Liuxi turned around.

Qi Qian noticed a red mark on one side of her face, which made her complexion appear ruddy. He averted his eyes and with folded hands asked, “Did I hear you ordered a halt?”

“Yes,” Qin Liuxi said. “It will rain heavily within half an hour, quite suddenly, and passing through the gorge would be dangerous. Let’s stop and find a place to shelter from the wind and rain temporarily.”

Everyone was stunned.

Ying Nan looked up at the blazing sun and couldn’t help but say, “But, Doctor Qin, the sun is still blazing. You’re saying it’s going to rain?”

He’s kidding with us!

Qi Qian also hesitated somewhat. Although his grandmother’s illness was not immediately fatal, the earlier they returned, the less she would suffer. So, the sooner they could set off, the better.

“Yeah, I said it’s going to rain. If you want to go, go ahead.” Qin Liuxi glanced at him with a smirk, “But I see a scar on your Heaven, a mark on the wings of your nose, a dim complexion—an omen of financial loss and decreased fortune in your career. And now there’s darkness at your Yintang and blood masking your face; if you go forward, you’ll be the one who’s unfortunate! It’s fine if you’re unlucky, but dragging us down is not acceptable. Chen Pi, get our luggage.”

“Alright.”

Ying Nan, criticized by Qin Liuxi for his facial signs, was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his seven orifices, and he was about to leap in front of Qin Liuxi and roll up his sleeves to argue when Huo Lang, with a changing expression, pulled him back.

“Weren’t you the one who lost your money bag yesterday?” Huo Lang reminded him in a whisper, “And you were scolded by the master, being told to go to Hawk Hall.”

Ying Nan stiffened, his fingertips tingling. Having been scolded by his master, it was inevitable that he was unsettled and lost his money bag while attending to his duties. Qin Liuxi couldn’t possibly have been following him all the way, could she?

But most importantly, Qin Liuxi came from a Daoist Temple, and everything she had analyzed had hit the mark.

So, was he indeed the unlucky one?