The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 71

The Daughter of the Prime Minister of the Lin Residence, Lin Xizhao, Comes to Pay Respects.

“Then what do I do now?” Qu Yu was not a person without his own opinions, but with Qu Sheng around, he would inexplicably develop a sense of dependence. Who could blame him when this meimei¹ of his was so small yet so ghostly.²

“Wait.” Qu Sheng’s gaze was like a torch.³

Although Qu Yu’s eyes could also see in the dark, compared to Qu Sheng, his vision was a bit worse.

The two of them squatted there for the better part of a shichen⁴. When a little girl came out carrying a tiered food box, the two followed her.

There were no mountains or bodies of water nearby. After leaving the village, the little girl kept looking back from time to time. Qu Yu now also sensed that something was amiss. He whispered to Qu Sheng, “I’ll follow her. You go back and get reinforcements.”

“No.” Qu Sheng refused directly. She would not let Qu Yu stay here alone.

She still hadn’t figured out what was going on with these people. Since they were setting a trap for them, they should also know by now that they were being followed. If Qu Yu left, they would call it off. She wasn’t sure if the place the little girl was leading her to was where Qu Ming was, but she wanted to take a gamble.

If they called for people now, they might not get to see Qu Ming.

The two followed behind the little girl. The little girl carried a lantern, and after walking and stopping intermittently, she arrived at an isolated thatched hut.

Qu Sheng glanced around. The thatch on the hut was not new; it had been built for some years.

Qu Sheng and Qu Yu moved closer and saw wooden stakes stuck in the ground, which they figured was the outer fence.

The two waited at the side for a while. The little girl came out not long after going in.

Besides the trees, there wasn’t much cover in this area. Qu Yu and Qu Sheng watched the little girl walk away with the lantern, then simply revealed themselves and walked over.

The two walked to the front of the hut. Hearing no movement from inside for a long time, they kicked the door in and entered.

“You, who are you looking for?” Inside the hut, an old man was eating the meal the little girl had brought.

Qu Yu scanned the inside of the hut but saw no sign of Qu Ming or Qu Ting. He immediately smiled awkwardly and said, “Sorry, we’d like to ask about someone.”

The old man was a little flustered at first, but upon hearing Qu Yu say he wanted to ask about someone, he relaxed his guard and asked, “I wonder who this young master⁵ wishes to ask about?”

Qu Yu described Qu Ting’s height, saying, “About as tall as me, with a similar face shape, and only two or three years apart in age.”

Hearing this, the old man thought for a moment and said, “Young Master, you must be looking for your xiongzhang.⁶“

“Yes.”

Just as Qu Yu finished speaking, Qu Sheng, who was behind him, tugged on his sleeve.

Qu Yu looked back at Qu Sheng, puzzled. Qu Sheng glanced at the meal⁷ on the table inside the hut; there was wine and meat.

“It’s cold outside. Why don’t you two come in and sit for a while?” The old man now seemed to have let his guard down completely, even enthusiastically inviting the two inside to warm up.

Hearing this, Qu Yu bowed and said, “Then we’ll impose.”

Although Qu Yu was speaking politely, he remembered Qu Sheng telling him that there was something wrong with these people. Since they were letting them in, he might as well take a good look to see if there were any places to hide people in the hut.

The two entered the hut. The old man told them to sit, found some wine cups, placed them down, and said, “It’s cold. Have some wine to drive away the chill.”

The two looked down, watching the old man busy himself pouring wine for them, but they showed no intention of sitting down.

“We won’t be drinking the wine. My xiongzhang and I got separated today. If you’ve seen him, laoyezi⁸, I hope you’ll tell me the truth.”

“Hey, what’s the rush?” the old man said, picking up a wine cup and handing it to Qu Yu. “Have a drink with this old man.”

Seeing the old man’s abruptness and drastic change in demeanor, Qu Yu immediately grew wary and took a step back. The feigned kindness on his face vanished as he said, “You should keep the wine for yourself.”

Seeing that Qu Yu wouldn’t drink, the old man scoffed, “Young people really don’t know how to appreciate a favor.”

Seeing the old man’s expression change, their suspicions were confirmed. Qu Yu, on his guard, said cautiously, “I don’t know how my xiongzhang has offended you, laoyezi. If it’s money you want, I can send someone to fetch it immediately. I just hope you won’t harm my brother.”

They had originally come looking for Qu Ming, but right now they were tracking Qu Ting. However, they figured that Qu Ming and Qu Ting were probably together at this point.

Qu Yu now put his hands behind his back. He waved at Qu Sheng, signaling for her to go out quickly and find reinforcements.

But before Qu Sheng could react, Qu Yu felt a wave of dizziness. He frowned, glanced at the old man, then looked back at Qu Sheng.

Seeing that Qu Yu’s gaze was somewhat unfocused, Qu Sheng immediately looked warily at the candle lamp nearby.

There was something wrong with the candle lamp.

In just an instant, Qu Yu’s body began to stagger backward. Qu Sheng immediately reached out to support him and looked up at the old man in front of them.

The old man stroked his snow-white beard, a sinister smile in his eyes, and said, “I remember you were a fool.”

Qu Sheng knew he was talking about her. This person knew her.

Qu Sheng helped up the dizzy Qu Yu and led him toward the door. The old man saw this but didn’t stop them, just watched their figures with a smile.

Qu Sheng was supporting Qu Yu as they walked outside. Before they even reached the dilapidated fence, she collapsed to the ground along with Qu Yu.

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The cold winter wind howled. A petite body lay on the dark, damp ground. Dressed in the deep blue guard uniform of the Marquis Qu Residence, she was rather conspicuous lying there.

The moment Qu Sheng supported Qu Yu in the thatched hut, her own body had also begun to go weak. At that time, she had wanted to kill the threat before her, but she knew she couldn’t do it.

She had considered every possibility, but she had never considered that these people would put a drug in the candle lamp. Although her sense of smell wasn’t very keen, she could still distinguish any unusual scent. But in the thatched hut, there was only the faint burnt smell of the candle lamp and nothing else. She had underestimated the enemy.

Qu Sheng’s consciousness returned. Her fingertips twitched, but she still felt her body was somewhat weak. She didn’t know where this was, but hearing the howling wind, she figured she was in some kind of secret passage.

Qu Sheng struggled to open her eyes and raised her head, searching for any sign of Qu Yu. She was the only one here, without even a lamp.

With great effort, Qu Sheng sat up and leaned against the rock wall beside her. She looked around; it seemed to be a naturally formed underground passage.

A dry well.

This possibility immediately came to Qu Sheng’s mind. Only an underground river could form such a passage, and the fact that the village not far above could settle here proved that there had once been an ample water supply.

Qu Sheng sat on the ground for a moment to alleviate the weakness in her body. Just as she placed her hands on the ground to stand up, she heard footsteps.

A light source appeared immediately after, illuminating the tunnel with a dim yellow glow.

Qu Sheng withdrew her hand and sat back down. She rested her head against the wall, her gaze unfocused as she looked ahead.

“Was the dose of the drug a bit too strong?” The person who arrived was carrying a lamp and shone it on Qu Sheng’s face.

“It shouldn’t be. The one over there is already awake.”

The last person to speak squatted down beside Qu Sheng, frowned as he looked at her, and said, “Let’s take her over first.”

Qu Sheng was lifted up and slung over a shoulder. The person in front led the way with a lamp, and Qu Sheng raised her head to survey the area behind her.

The tunnel twisted and turned, and the two men brought her to a brightly lit place. Qu Sheng was thrown onto the ground.

“My Lord, the person is awake.”

Qu Sheng lay motionless on the ground. The person addressed as “My Lord” looked down at her and said, “Help her up.”

Qu Sheng was helped up. She stared blankly at the person in front of her. She had never seen him before, but judging by his build and movements, he seemed to have been a soldier.

“My Lord, what’s the point of keeping such a little girl? We might as well just kill her.”

“What do you know? The Master⁹ wants to see a good show. We just have to do as we’re told.”

“What can a fool do?”

“Do what? Naturally, do what ought to be done.”

Qu Sheng heard their entire conversation. Before, she couldn’t understand why these people would spare her life, but it was most likely because simply killing her wasn’t satisfying enough; they wanted to torture her.

She was now separated from Qu Yu and didn’t know where he was being held.

“Take her to the back,” the man called “My Lord” ordered.

Qu Sheng was once again lifted and slung over a shoulder and taken to a stone cell with an iron door. After being thrown inside, someone immediately walked over and gathered her into their arms.

“Sheng-meimei¹⁰.” Qu Yu had been awake for a long time. He had been worried sick about Qu Sheng.

Held in Qu Yu’s arms, Qu Sheng looked up at him and signaled with her eyes that she was fine. The people outside, seeing the brother and sister like this, laughed and said, “Have a good time now.”

Hearing this, Qu Yu shot a vicious glare at the person before him. If he hadn’t been drugged, with his martial arts skills, he could have killed this person in a single move.

After hearing no more noise from outside, Qu Sheng sat up. The two of them looked out through the iron bars, and Qu Yu said, “It’s all stone walls here. The only way we can get out is to saw through these iron bars.”

Hearing this, Qu Sheng looked down at the iron bars in front of her, which were as thick as an arm, and her heart sank.

They had no weapons; the iron bars couldn’t be broken. Their only option was the lock. Qu Sheng reached out and grabbed the door lock, laboriously turning it over to examine it a few times before shaking her head. She couldn’t open it either.

“Well, I can’t just wait here to die.” Qu Yu wasn’t afraid, but he didn’t want to wait for death.

Qu Sheng lowered her eyes for a few moments, then whispered a few words to Qu Yu.

“How long will it take?”

Qu Sheng seemed to have found a way, and Qu Yu wanted to confirm the timing.

“Let’s wait a little longer. Those two just left; they won’t believe it,” Qu Sheng said, lowering her voice.

Qu Yu nodded and put his hand inside his collar, saying, “Sheng-meimei, do you feel that it’s very hot in here?”

Hearing Qu Yu’s words, Qu Sheng glanced at him sideways and said in a low voice, “This is an underground dry well. In winter, the earth’s heat rises, so it’s normal for it to be stuffy and hot.” Indeed, without ventilation, it would be very hot here.

Qu Yu nodded, his brow furrowed. “I heard them talking just now. Second Brother and Third Brother are in their hands. I just don’t know where they’re being held.”

Just now, Qu Yu had heard these people say they were going to deal with the two people they had captured earlier. He figured it couldn’t be anyone else.

To think that all of them, the siblings, had fallen into the hands of one person showed just how formidable this mastermind was.

Qu Sheng, at this moment, seemed not at all surprised. It was just that she hadn’t seen this person yet, and she was still pondering who it could be.

While Qu Sheng was thinking, she heard a movement beside her. She glanced over and saw Qu Yu undoing the leather belt at his waist.

“Heh, it’s too hot.” Qu Yu was a bit embarrassed, but they were brother and sister, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him to take off a layer of clothing.

Qu Sheng observed the fine beads of sweat on Qu Yu’s forehead, lowered her eyes for a moment, and asked, “Is it that hot?”

She didn’t feel hot. Her body was warmer than that of an ordinary person; even Lin Xizhao would hold her tightly in the winter, saying it was like hugging a small stove.

“Yeah, it wasn’t this hot just now.” After taking off his outer garment, Qu Yu fanned himself with it.

“Any other feelings?” Qu Sheng stared intently, observing Qu Yu’s body.

“Yes,” Qu Yu said, then smiled embarrassedly. “I kind of miss your Fourth Sister-in-law.”

Qu Sheng didn’t speak. She lowered her head, her gaze flickering, as she recalled what that man had said before he left.

‘Have a good time now.’

“Fourth Brother, you…” Qu Sheng grew worried.

Qu Yu looked at Qu Sheng’s expression and placed a hand over his heart. It was beating far too fast. He looked up at Qu Sheng and said, “Sheng-meimei, knock me out.”

Qu Sheng looked at Qu Yu’s furrowed brow. Neither of them said it out loud, but they both knew exactly what was happening.

These people had given Qu Yu something akin to an aphrodisiac-like drug.

They were brother and sister. To think these people would use such a method to torture them. A glint of coldness flashed in Qu Sheng’s eyes. She quickly asked, “How much longer can you hold on?”

Qu Yu shook his head. “I don’t know.” At this moment, he felt his body was excessively hot, and large beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.

“Hold on a little longer.” Qu Sheng wasn’t worried. Although her body was still weak, she had recovered enough since waking up that subduing Qu Yu would not be a major problem.

But the problem was that they had to cooperate with each other later.

Qu Sheng lowered her eyes in thought for a few moments, then suddenly changed her mind. She whispered something in Qu Yu’s ear.

“Sheng-meimei, forgive my offense.”

Qu Sheng lay in the corner, her face red as she turned her head to one side.

The two remained in a stalemate without moving, until they heard footsteps. Only then did Qu Yu begin to say things apologizing to Qu Sheng.

“I’m sorry, meimei. Gege¹¹ will be good to you from now on…” Words that sparked wild imaginings echoed in the prison cell. The two men approaching with a lamp couldn’t hold back their snickers.

Qu Yu got up and put on his upper garment. He looked up at the people outside, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze evasive.

“You really are an animal, laying hands on your own sister.”

Qu Yu stood to the side, his body tense, as the mocking words from the people outside continued one after another.

“Some noble marquis residence. I see a whole family of beasts, haha…”

“Want to go again? We just brought some wine and meat. It’ll make for good entertainment with our drinks, haha…” As he spoke, the man placed the wine and food to the side and set out two bowls.

Listening to the men outside, Qu Yu looked back at Qu Sheng in the corner. She was some distance away from them, and it was so dark that they couldn’t see her clearly without going closer.

Qu Sheng lay there motionless. After meeting Qu Yu’s gaze, she looked toward the stone wall to the side.

Qu Yu understood. He glanced back at the two men outside the cell, and in the next moment, he slammed himself violently against the wall. He then fell to the ground with a thud.

One of them, seeing Qu Yu commit suicide by ramming the wall, was stunned for a moment. He brought the lantern forward to get a better look. Seeing Qu Yu lying on the ground with blood seeping from his forehead, he immediately took out the key at his waist, quickly opened the door, and went to check on Qu Yu.

Qu Yu’s forehead was still bleeding. The man checked for breath under his nose; there was apparently none.

But just as the man was about to get up to report this, a hairpin appeared at the back of his neck, piercing through his throat.

The man outside had been paying no mind, busy pouring himself a drink and eating. When he glanced over, Qu Sheng had already emerged from the cell, holding the saber that had been at the other man’s waist.

After killing the man, Qu Sheng returned to the cell to rouse Qu Yu, but she couldn’t wake him no matter what she did.

Qu Sheng looked at the blood on Qu Yu’s forehead and reached out to check for breath under his nose. There was none… Qu Sheng’s eyes froze, but she quickly lowered her head again and pressed her ear to Qu Yu’s chest.

When she heard the sound of Qu Yu’s heart beating, she breathed a sigh of relief. He was still alive. Hitting the stone wall had probably left his body extremely weak, making his breathing merely faint.

Qu Sheng had only told Qu Yu to pretend to hit it. How could he be so literal and actually do it for real?

Although Qu Yu was alive, he urgently needed medical treatment. She knew no medicine; she had to get him out of here as soon as possible.

Qu Sheng propped Qu Yu up, wanting to support him as they walked, but he was unable to. Left with no choice, Qu Sheng had to carry him on her back.

Qu Sheng had memorized the path on the way in. All she needed to do now was follow it back. As for Qu Ming and Qu Ting, she would come back to find them after she got Qu Yu to safety.

Carrying Qu Yu on her back, Qu Sheng walked quickly through the tunnel and soon found the place where the wind had been howling. She stood still, discerning the sound, and walked toward the source of the draft.

Soon, Qu Sheng saw the mouth of the dry well. She looked up; outside, only dark clouds drifted by.

Qu Sheng surveyed the smooth walls around her. After spotting a few indentations, she hitched Qu Yu higher on her back, pressed her lips together, and leaped up from a standstill. By quickly tapping her toes against the indentations, kicking and stepping from side to side, she ascended with him.

After reaching the top, Qu Sheng put Qu Yu down and once again pressed her ear to his chest to listen. His heartbeat was still strong, and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath was gradually becoming more obvious.

A flash of joy appeared on Qu Sheng’s face. Just as she was about to lift Qu Yu onto her back, she faintly heard a voice carried on the wind.

“I’ll give you two choices. One is your fool of a tangmei¹² and your own younger brother. The other is the tangge¹³ who will compete with you for the noble title in the future. Let’s see how you choose. You can only pick one.”

Hearing the voice, Qu Sheng looked into the distance. Someone there was holding a lantern and speaking to a person who was tied up.

“Oh, right. If you don’t choose, they all have to die.”

“You’re despicable!”

This time, Qu Sheng heard clearly. It was Qu Ting’s voice.

Kneeling beside Qu Yu, Qu Sheng wanted to get up, but then she thought that people could come by at any moment. She had to find a place to hide him.

Qu Sheng thought for a moment, then lifted Qu Yu onto her back, walked a short distance away, and put him down. There was a thin layer of snow here. Qu Sheng dug up the dead branches and leaves from underneath and covered Qu Yu’s body with them.

She had been carrying a signal flare, but it had been taken from her after she fell unconscious.

After hiding Qu Yu, Qu Sheng walked in Qu Ting’s direction.

“We’ve talked enough. Either let your fool tangmei and your brother commit some sordid act¹⁴, or watch this tangge of yours die.” The man let out a sinister laugh. “Oh, right, the child your tangmei gives birth to in the future—should it call you uncle¹⁵ or aunt?¹⁶“

“You!” Qu Ting’s body began to tremble.

Under the cover of night, Qu Sheng quietly approached to a spot not far from the group. She stood in the pitch-black darkness and met Qu Ting’s gaze.

Qu Ting saw her, but his gaze only lingered for a moment before moving away.

The people of the Qu family all had night vision.

These people stood in place holding lanterns. Qu Sheng could see that the four or five men were all trained fighters, and she averted her gaze.

“Hurry up, we’re out of time.” The man seemed to be growing impatient.

Hearing this, Qu Ting looked toward the thatched hut where Qu Ming was being held.

Qu Sheng followed Qu Ting’s gaze. After a moment, she looked down, found two pebbles, weighed them in her hand for an instant, and threw them.

Qu Sheng didn’t hit the men, but instead extinguished the two lanterns they were holding.

Without a light source, the men’s faces showed a moment of panic. Someone quickly took out a huozhezi¹⁷ to relight the lanterns, but in the next instant, Qu Sheng was upon them.

The saber in Qu Sheng’s hand slashed, and a thick spray of blood spurted out, followed by the clash of blades. Unable to see, the men began to swing wildly. They could vaguely make out a dark shadow, but by the time they could react, Qu Sheng’s blade had already struck.

With the four men before her dealt with, Qu Sheng picked up a bow and arrow from the ground and aimed it at the man who was fleeing in the chaos.

This was the man who had been called “My Lord” in the dry well. After taking aim, Qu Sheng watched him run with extreme speed, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Qu Sheng released the bowstring. The whistling sound of the arrow as it shot forth was like the mockery in Qu Sheng’s heart.

Another arrow to the throat, piercing clean through.

“Sheng-meimei, where is your Fourth Brother?” Qu Ting’s body also seemed to have been drugged, but he could still walk.

Qu Sheng withdrew her gaze from the man’s struggling figure on the ground and looked at Qu Ting. “I hid him, but his condition is very bad right now. Third Brother, you take him back first. I’ll go save Second Brother.”

“Okay, Second Brother is in the thatched hut. Be careful.” Qu Ting nodded. He truly never imagined that his little meimei would one day be able to save them.

Qu Sheng nodded and handed the saber in her hand to Qu Ting, saying, “Take this.”

She didn’t know if anyone else would come up from the dry well; in any case, it was best to be cautious.

Qu Ting took it and walked in the direction Qu Sheng had just pointed. Qu Sheng slung the bow and arrow over her back, kicked up the hilt of another saber from the ground, and caught it.

Qu Sheng ran quickly toward the thatched hut, scanning her surroundings as she went. There seemed to be no one near the hut.

Although Qu Sheng had her doubts, her urgency to save him made her want to get there faster, so she used her lightness skill.

Qu Sheng leaped up, using the nearby trees as footholds to fly over, and landed a short distance in front of the thatched hut.

After checking her surroundings again, Qu Sheng ran toward the thatched hut. But as she approached the dilapidated fenced yard, she saw that the hut was engulfed in flames.

The fire seemed to spread in an instant. Qu Sheng’s eyes widened, and she rushed forward to enter and save him. But as she took a step, a powerful shockwave sent her flying.

“Young Miss!”

As she finally lost consciousness, a buzzing sound that seemed to be Feng Qi’s voice rang in her ears.

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For the Marquis Qu Residence, this New Year was like heaven and earth. Before the festival, they had just held a wedding for one of the younger generation; after the festival, they were holding a funeral for another.

The eldest young master of the second branch of the Qu family, Qu Ming, had been burned in a great fire a few days prior, leaving not even bones behind.

The fool xiaojie of the Qu family was currently kneeling in the mourning hall, her gaze vacant as she took the joss paper¹⁸ her saosao¹⁹ handed her, lit it, and tossed it into the huopen.²⁰

“Sheng-meimei, we’ll handle things here. You’re still injured; you should go back and rest.”

The Qu family’s Third Sister-in-law, Qian Shuangying, spoke with a tone full of heartache. Qu Sheng had been kneeling here ever since she woke up. Her physical injuries were minor, but her other injury had made Zhao Jiayu beside her cover her face and cry in distress countless times.

“No need,” Qu Sheng replied faintly, reaching out to take the joss paper Zhao Jiayu handed her.

“The daughter of the Prime Minister of the Lin Residence, Lin Xizhao, comes to pay respects.” A servant outside announced the arriving mourners, and Zhao Jiayu, who was kneeling inside, could no longer stay still.

Lin Xizhao was dressed in suyi²¹, already wearing mourning attire as she entered. Upon receiving the news, she had rushed back under Liang Lianhui’s escort without a moment’s rest.

Lin Xizhao came forward. A servant of the Marquis Qu Residence lit three incense sticks for her, and she performed the kowtow. She was the adopted daughter of the Marquis Qu Residence, a member of the family, which made him her brother as well.

After she kowtowed, the tears filling Lin Xizhao’s eyes rolled down. A servant helped her up, and she glanced sideways at Zhao Jiayu and the others.

Qu Sheng was still immersed in her own thoughts. Outside, a group of old monks were chanting salvation sutras²², and she hadn’t heard Lin Xizhao’s name being announced.

“Xizhao.” Zhao Jiayu called out, her voice choked with tears.

Qu Sheng, holding the burning joss paper, froze. The flame crept higher up the paper, but she clenched her fist, refusing to let go.

“Let go, quickly!” Qian Shuangying hurriedly grabbed Qu Sheng’s hand and shook off the joss paper that had burned down to her fingers.

Qu Sheng kept her head down, staring at a single spot, while Lin Xizhao had already glanced at her several times.

Zhao Jiayu grew anxious and went to check Qu Sheng’s fingers. Lin Xizhao stood nervously to the side, watching, but did not say a word to her.

She desperately wanted to go forward and check, but she didn’t dare.

Seeing that Qu Sheng’s hand was burned bright red, Zhao Jiayu tried to persuade her, “Xiao Sheng’er, why don’t you go back and put some medicine on it first, okay?”

Qu Sheng knelt there without speaking. Overcome with distress, Zhao Jiayu burst into tears. She looked at Lin Xizhao and said, her voice choked with sobs, “Xizhao, please, try to persuade her.”

Lin Xizhao bit her trembling lip. “Sheng’er…”

Hearing Lin Xizhao call her name, Qu Sheng clenched her fists even tighter.

Seeing how stubborn Qu Sheng was being, unmoved even by Lin Xizhao, Zhao Jiayu took a basin of ice water that a servant happened to bring over. She grabbed Qu Sheng’s hand and plunged it into the water.

Lin Xizhao stood in front of Qu Sheng. Seeing her with her head lowered and brow furrowed, as if in great pain, she couldn’t help but step forward.

“Let me,” Lin Xizhao said in a gentle voice, but just as she reached out, Qu Sheng snatched her hand out of the basin, splashing water all over the floor.

Qu Sheng got up and staggered, trying to leave, nearly bumping into a nearby pillar.

Seeing Qu Sheng’s extreme reaction, everyone else hurried forward, and it was then that they noticed something was wrong.

“What’s wrong with Sheng’er?”

Zhao Jiayu went to hug Qu Sheng, trying to restrain her reckless movements. Hearing Lin Xizhao’s question, she looked at her, fresh tears welling in her eyes as she cried with a trembling voice, “Xiao Sheng’er can’t see anymore.”

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