Chapter 401 After regaining consciousness, four years of marriage with a sickly Miao boy.

Surrounded by mountains and layered pavilions, the air is filled with the earthy smell of mud. In the Miao village at the foot of the mountain, a one-eyed old man appears in the village with a beautiful young girl tied up with a hemp rope.

"Grandpa, where did you get this little girl? Is she mentally unstable?"

The one-eyed old man, addressed as "Grandpa," revealed a strange and sinister smile. He glanced back at the girl bound by hemp rope and said in a low voice, "I found her at the train station. She was knocked silly, but she's pretty. I brought her back to have a baby for my Qing."

The middle-aged man who asked the question looked surprised and curiously looked over.

The girl was indeed beautiful, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips and white teeth. She was as delicate and beautiful as a carefully sculpted porcelain doll. However, her clothes were dirty, and the skin on her exposed wrists was fair and smooth. Unfortunately, her eyes were dull and empty. As if she noticed that he was looking at her, she even grinned at him.

The middle-aged man looked regretful and sighed inwardly. If it weren't for his grandfather sneaking into the village where the Miao people lived more than ten years ago for his own benefit and plotting against Ba Daixiong, he wouldn't have been blinded by Ba Daixiong and had also harmed Brother Aqing.

They were the "cooked" Miao, despised and hated by the "raw" Miao. The two factions already had a bad relationship, and Grandpa also...

Thinking of Ah Qing, who was already forty years old and lame, the middle-aged man clicked his tongue and thought to himself, "I didn't expect you to be so lucky, to be able to sleep with such a beautiful Han girl."

"Brother Qing is so lucky!" He chuckled twice.

The one-eyed old man chuckled, his eyelids drooping, and he gripped the rope tightly.

"It hurts..." Yuan Jiang cried out in grievance, her soft voice as innocent as a child's, and tears immediately fell as she bit her lip and sobbed softly.

"Shut up, or I'll hit you." The one-eyed old man glanced at her sideways and threatened her with a gloomy expression.

Yuan Jiang's face turned pale with fright. She desperately held back her tears, nodded vigorously, and mumbled through her trembling lips, "Don't hit me, waaaah..."

The one-eyed old man impatiently grabbed her and led her deeper into the village.

Yuan Jiang was puzzled.

Now that she's mentally impaired, she's still childish and quickly forgets the pain. On the way, she was attracted by the sweet smell of snacks by the roadside and started fussing about being hungry and wanting to eat.

The one-eyed old man had little patience for her and, with a livid face, made a move as if to hit her.

Yuan Jiang cried even louder, attracting the attention of many people.

Everyone was from the same village and knew each other well. Apart from the Han Chinese who had mistakenly wandered into the residential area from the tourist area, they all discussed the matter with curiosity and wariness:

"She's hungry, why don't you just buy her something to eat?"

"Is this girl part of your family? How can you be so harsh?"

"......"

The one-eyed old man frowned, his gaze sweeping unfriendly over the noisy tourists. He took a few deep breaths, cursed a few times in response, and then grabbed Yuan Jiang and hit her a few more times.

Yuan Jiang cried even louder.

The surrounding people were talking louder, and some even laughed and joked, their voices tinged with sarcasm.

The one-eyed old man felt embarrassed and was also afraid that this incident would affect the business of the Miao village tourist area, so he hurriedly increased his strength, bought Yuan Jiang a pretty little cake, stuffed it into her hand, and dragged her away.

With the sweet and soft cake, Yuan Jiang stopped crying and started eating it quickly. The cake wasn't big, and she finished it in no time, but she was still very hungry.

She was about to cry again, her eyes brimming with tears.

The one-eyed old man ignored her.

The village inhabited by the Miao people is very large, and there are also many outsiders in the village. The one-eyed old man's house is located deep in the village. After walking for half an hour, you will find his house in a stilted building nestled against the mountain forest.

Suddenly, the sound of silver ornaments clinking together rang out.

The one-eyed old man suddenly froze, looking up in terror. When he saw the Miao boy standing not far away, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt as if all the blood in his body had been drained. His teeth clenched so tightly they cracked.

Yes, it's Ba Daixiong!

Why did the high priest of Shengmiao come down the mountain?!

The boy was extremely handsome, with sickly pale skin and raven-feather-like hair that fell over his shoulders, making his face look even whiter, like rice paper soaked in snow. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold and aloof, with a red mole on his narrow eyelids and amber pupils. His features were those of someone who was world-weary and indifferent, and his lips were so pale they were almost transparent.

Just standing there, his icy and sinister aura was like the cold mist of the Miao Mountains, distant and indifferent.

He had shoulder-length hair braided into an intricate and delicate plait, adorned with gleaming silver ornaments. He wore a dark blue Miao costume and various silver ornaments, which jingled as he walked.

Lin Xianghuai's cold and sinister gaze slowly shifted to Yuan Jiang, and he approached the one-eyed old man step by step, his silver ornaments jingling: "What is her name?"

"I...I don't know." The one-eyed old man lowered his head in fear and backed away. The pain of having his eyes gouged out by a boy more than ten years ago still lingered. No, Lin Xianghuai was not a boy. His appearance was as exquisite and handsome as it had been more than ten years ago. He didn't know Ba Daixiong's exact age either.

Perhaps Ba Daixiong is even older than him!

"Heh," a cold, sinister laugh escaped the young man's throat. He reached out and pulled the person into his arms, his thin lips opening and closing: "I want her."

The one-eyed old man swallowed hard, not daring to say no. He bowed his head and responded, then knelt on the ground with a thud, his frail body shivering violently.

Yuan Jiang was so frightened by this scene that she wanted to cry, and she struggled to kneel down on the ground, sobbing.

Lin Xianghuai lowered his eyelids, his well-defined fingers, gleaming with the luster of white jade, gripped her slender and fragile neck, his deep eyes revealing a sickly crimson gleam as if he had obtained a precious treasure.

A clear, husky voice slowly began to ring out:

"What's your name?"

"Yuan, Yuan Jiang?" she said, biting her lip and with teary eyes.

"Oh, it's mine."

P.S.: The information about the Miao village is all from the internet, and I've added a few personal touches for the sake of the plot. Just enjoy the show, ladies!