The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl

Wei Zhan shook his head. “I don’t believe it.”

Huzi sighed and sat down next to him. “It’s been three days. If you don’t leave now, neither will Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu.”

Wei Zhan glanced at the two brothers lying not far away, saying nothing.

The injuries of Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu hadn’t healed, but they insisted on staying here, waiting for their sister to come back.

It was said that the departed will return on the seventh day after death to bid their families farewell. They wanted to see their sister again and ask her what happened.

There was a moment of silence, only the light from the bonfire flickered.

Suddenly, something fell from a place not visible, startling the group with a soft thud.

Wei Zhan shot up and looked in that direction for a moment, then sprinted towards it.

He looked carefully, and what he thought was a person falling, truly was.

Upon closer inspection, it was a woman in a green ceremonial dress.

“Yingbao!” Tears welled up in Wei Zhan’s nose. He rushed over and carefully lifted the woman off the ground.

It was indeed Yingbao.

Wei Zhan trembled as he brushed the stray strands of hair from her face, and upon seeing her clearly, he held her tight against his chest.

The emotions of losing and regaining made him break into a fit of crying.

Huzi, along with Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu, ran over too, tugging at Wei Zhan’s sleeve to verify if it was really their sister.

Wei Zhan held onto her tightly, burying his face in her hair, whimpering.

Finally, Yingbao came to her senses and weakly pushed him, “I can’t breathe.”

Wei Zhan and the others were startled.

Jiang Wu also started crying. “Sis, you’re not dead.”

Yingbao tried to lift her head from Wei Zhan’s cradle. “No, I was supposed to be reincarnated, but since none of you burned paper money for me, I didn’t have any gifts for King Yama and was kicked back.”

“What?” Is that even possible?

Jiang Wu was dumbfounded, but at the same time, delighted. “Thank god I didn’t burn any.”

Huzi blinked. “That’s not right, the family certainly burnt it. Maybe you haven’t received it yet…”

Jiang Jie quickly covered Huzi’s mouth. “We didn’t burn it! We definitely didn’t!”

Yingbao laughed. “Now that I’m back, those little ghosts must have embezzled those funds.”

“Exactly!” Jiang Wu nodded incessantly.

Wei Zhan picked up Yingbao. “Let’s go! We’re going home!”

The wild outdoors was filled with eerie chill, it was better to take Yingbao back home fast.

Not far away was a horse-drawn carriage originally for Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu. A young servant was fast asleep.

“Wake up, let’s go home!” Huzi slapped him, and the servant looked up groggily. Seeing the young Master Wei holding a woman, he immediately widened his eyes.

Wei Zhan placed Yingbao in the carriage and urged the servant to start driving fast.

“What about us!” Jiang Wu called out discontentedly and quickly climbed into the carriage.

Soon, with Huzi’s help, Jiang Jie also climbed aboard.

The four of them squeezed into one carriage, just about fitting in.

Wei Zhan still held Yingbao tightly in his arms, remaining silent the entire time.

Huzi lit two torches, holding one himself and handing one to the servant.

The carriage slowly moved on, and within half an hour, they reached the city gate.

Seeing the gate closed, Huzi turned his head and said, “How about we find an inn and stay there for the night? If we call to open the gates now, we might startle the Emperor.”

Jiang Wu: “Good, there’s an inn not far from here. Let’s go there.”

…

Once they were settled in the inn, Xuanwu laid down three rules for Yingbao to prevent any suspicions from the upper realm.

Firstly, she could no longer exercise the power of the Divine Pupil.

Secondly, unless absolutely necessary, she must not kill.

The world has its own natural laws, she must not arbitrarily control life and death, disrupting the balance.

Thirdly, they agreed to fifty years, after which, no matter what happened, she must leave.

Yingbao agreed to all of it.

To be on the safe side, Xuanwu took her Scythe Knife, and begrudgingly said, “From now on, Pupil Spring can only be taken once a month, not a drop more. I will keep your Gourd of Wudingzhi, don’t worry, I’ll give you a petal each month.”

On the second day, Wei Zhan took Yingbao back to the Jiang Family.

The carriage went directly through the side gate and stopped at the inner courtyard.

When he, Jiang Jie, and Jiang Wu were seen escorting Yingbao, everyone was stunned.

Chunniang and Jiang Sanlang closely examined their daughter, and after seeing no injuries, they were relieved.

“Quickly tell mother what happened?” Chunniang pulled her daughter into the house, waved away the maid and servants, and asked softly.

Yingbao repeated the lie she had made up: “King Yama said my life isn’t over yet, so he sent me back.”

Such tales were common. Some people who wake up after a brief period of unconsciousness would tell others that King Yama didn’t want to take them yet, and that they had more years to live.

After clutching her daughter and shedding some tears, Chunniang sighed with relief: “Thankfully, we didn’t do anything. The Imperial Household Department had offered to take care of things for us, but your father didn’t agree. He said you would definitely come back, and sure enough…”

At that time, their grandparents and parents also came over. They didn’t ask much, only urging Yingbao to take good care of her health as she seemed very weak.

Looking at her family, Yingbao said, “I want to go back to Qinchuan County.”

She knew her grandparents and parents didn’t like living in Beijing permanently, so she wanted to take them back home.

As for her younger cousins, they could stay here and fight for their futures.

“Going back is good.” Chunniang had wanted to go back for a long time, but had reluctantly stayed because her children were here in Beijing.

Jiang Liu said, “Heading back is fine, but we have to arrange Xiaojie’s marriage first.”

Xiaojie was now 16. Although that was his false age, it was common for people to get married at 14 or 15.

Furthermore, after Yingbao’s incident, they needed to hold a joyous event like a wedding.

Chunniang agreed, “We will arrange Xaiojie’s marriage first. But what about Yingbao’s wedding?”

“We’ll ask the Wei family’s opinion and select a new date.” Jiang Liu said, “I think Wei Zhan really values Yingbao, his family will surely agree.”

Chunniang nodded.

That day, Jiang Jie delivered a letter to the Emperor stating that his sister had had an accident and fallen into a dark hole, but was later found.

Although the story might seem ridiculous, he had to steer away from admitting how ludicrous it really was.

As for the other spectators, most of them were family. Although there were outsiders present, they were all outside the barrier and didn’t see or understood exactly how Yingbao had disappeared.

The Emperor quickly responded to Jiang Jie’s letter and sent the Imperial Physician to examine Yingbao.

The Imperial Physician was Wen Jingyan, the grandfather of Wen Hengyin, who was already over seventy.

Along with him was his grandson, Wen Hengyin.

Wen Jingyan took Yingbao’s pulse and prescribed a tonic to nourish her blood, “Your qi and blood are a bit depleted. Eat more foods like pork liver and spinach soup daily.”

Yingbao nodded, “Thank you, Grandpa Wen.” Although she had never visited the Wen household, she always sent a gift to the old Imperial Physician during the holidays.

After all, her ability to practice medicine was largely thanks to him.

Wen Jingyan glanced at her and subtly mentioned, “You need to rest for a few more days. The Emperor will be conferring the title of Crown Prince soon, and it’s not a good idea for you to attend such an event.”

Yingbao was momentarily surprised, then understood, “Thank you for the reminder, Grandpa Wen. I should indeed rest more.”