Chapter 17: The Sacred Son of Miao Territory and His White Moonlight 1

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Unwilling to accept that the person she had loved for years was taken away, in a fit of rage, she planned to perish together with the female lead. So, Lu Yiwei followed the female lead and, when she was out, deliberately drove into her with a car. However, the female lead had already sensed something was wrong and dodged at the crucial moment, only suffering some minor scratches, while Lu Yiwei collapsed, covered in blood. Xie Ninghuai, upon learning of the female lead’s accident, rushed over anxiously, scolding Lu Yiwei for her malice, taking her to court, and simultaneously launching an all-out suppression of the Lu family. The Lu parents were unaware of the situation outside; their eldest son remained unconscious, and with no one to manage the company, it quickly fell and declared bankruptcy. By the time the Lu parents learned of everything that had happened at home, it was already too late to turn the tide. Their daughter faced imprisonment, and their son was still in a coma. Unable to grieve, the Lu parents hurriedly sold off their property, paying exorbitant medical fees and scrambling to smooth relations, pleading with Xie Ninghuai to spare their daughter. Xie Ninghuai, citing a busy work schedule, refused to meet and insisted Lu Yiwei remain behind bars. During the hospital stay, the eldest son missed part of his medical treatment due to unpaid fees, resulting in lasting disability in his legs and a steep decline in his spirit. To care for their son and save their daughter, the Lu parents, who should have been enjoying their twilight years, were forced back into the workforce and ultimately died exhausted on the job. Only then did Lu Yiwei regret her fate, realizing she had brought it upon herself. Had she not fallen for Xie Ninghuai, the Lu family would not have gone bankrupt, her brother would still be full of vigor, her parents would have lived peacefully, and she would remain the beloved, spoiled little princess of the Lu family.

Lu Ningshi sat on a stool, resting her chin on her hand, feet dangling off the ground. This time, she appeared in the small world much earlier—twelve years ahead of schedule, before the male lead had even arrived. Surely, this time there would be no problems. “Master, has the clan leader agreed to see us yet?” An anxious voice made Lu Ningshi look up. She scanned the group, her gaze settling on the woman beside the Lu parents. Lu Ningshi recalled that this woman seemed to be a relative of the Lu family—originally called aunt by the previous owner. However, this aunt never appeared again, and the previous owner had little memory of her. What was she here for? Lu Ningshi furrowed her brow in thought. It seemed that a flirtatious cousin had entangled a Miao girl. The two were deeply involved for a while, but when the cousin’s feelings faded and he wanted to abandon her, the girl, ruthless and vengeful, wanted to perish together with him. The aunt had no choice but to seek help from the capable Lu father...

“Tch.” Lu Ningshi let out a sound of exasperation. When it comes to love, women always have a hint of terrifying extremity. Hearing the noise, Lu mother lowered her head and softly asked, “Bored?” “A little,” Lu Ningshi admitted.

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After being misunderstood, Lu Ningshi simply confessed—she was still young and couldn’t help, besides, she wasn’t interested in the matter at all. Lu mother knew her daughter’s temper well; if annoyed, she might cause a scene right there. This was not at home, and since they were here to ask for a favor, if they angered the hosts and were driven away, it would only make things worse. After a moment’s hesitation, she relented. “You can play in the yard for a while, but no loud noise, no running too far. Can you promise Mom that?” Lu Ningshi’s eyes brightened instantly, and she answered, “Okay.” The winter yard was bleak and silent, draped in glaring white snow. Seeing the pure, soft snow, a flicker of interest stirred in Lu Ningshi’s heart. She glanced around, found a quiet corner, and squatted down to build a snowman with fascination. While Lu father waited, his peripheral vision caught sight of someone missing from behind. Carefully, he approached and lowered his voice to ask, “Where’s Weiwei?” “Right there, making a snowman outside,” Lu mother pointed to the small, round mound on the ground. Lu father looked at his daughter’s adorable back and smiled tenderly. “Usually mischievous, but she’s quite well-behaved when it matters.” “I was really afraid she’d cause trouble this time,” Lu mother sighed. If she weren’t so young and unreliable, she’d have handed her over to the family nanny. The yard was blanketed in thick snow. Lu Ningshi quickly rolled three snowballs of varying sizes. She stacked them together, picked up a few stones to serve as eyes—round ones—and a pointed one for the nose. The mouth was fashioned from leftover red candy wrappers. Standing before the bare snowman, Lu Ningshi wrinkled her nose, then took off her pink-and-white scarf and tied it around its neck. “As expected of me—perfect.” After finishing, she clapped her hands, admired her work for a few seconds, and narcissistically praised her masterpiece.

Thump thump— A faint sound reached her ears, and Lu Ningshi looked around, puzzled. All was silent and still. She withdrew her gaze and looked again at the snowman. Thump thump— Not a figment of her imagination. Frowning, she brushed snow off her down jacket and looked around. Her eyes settled on a dilapidated doghouse in the northwest corner. Turning, she saw her parents speaking with an elderly man and paused briefly before stepping toward the doghouse. The wooden door was locked; Lu Ningshi couldn’t open it.

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“Sorry, little doggy, this is the owner’s territory—I can’t cause trouble.” Inside, there was no movement for a while. Lu Ningshi stood for two seconds, then turned to leave. Suddenly, the thumping resumed inside the door, sounding somewhat urgent. Listening carefully, she thought she heard the clear clinking of iron chains. She set her foot down firmly, her expression serious. “Are you a vicious dog?” Her small hands and feet stood no chance against a ferocious dog. She quietly took a step back. “...No... I’m not.” The voice was faint and dry, as if scraped by sandpaper, unpleasant to hear. Surprise flickered in Lu Ningshi’s eyes. She glanced at the small, shabby doghouse—it was indeed meant for a dog. After a moment of silence, Lu Ningshi took a few hard candies from her pocket and slipped them through the crack beneath the wooden door. “Though I don’t know exactly what you’ve been through, I want to tell you this: when a person hits rock bottom, they must learn to lie low, quietly gather strength, and when the day comes that you hold supreme power, only then can you trample your enemies beneath your feet.” She paused, then continued, “Sorry, I can’t save you. You have to save yourself.” “Weiwei, we’re leaving now, come back quickly!” Lu father and mother waved to her from the corridor. “Coming!” Lu Ningshi turned and trotted away. On the way back, curious, she asked, “Have your problems been resolved?” Lu father sighed deeply. Not dismissing her for her youth, he seriously instructed, “Weiwei, you must remember what Dad says: never provoke the Miao people.” Afterwards, the aunt and her family left the country overnight once the cousin’s health improved, never to return again. Time flew by, and twelve years later, Lu Ningshi emerged from University A’s library. Once her phone reconnected to the internet, it began buzzing incessantly—messages flooded in from the WeChat group of four. She opened it and immediately sent a message in the group: [Studying Brings Peace of Mind: Anyone want me to bring lunch?]