Xuan-shijie must have been the lead disciple. Xuan-shijie turned to the other girls after squeezing her shoulder, commanding them to head out. The other girl sniffed, unimpressed, before turning away.
“We are already straining her by making her move so soon after her fever ended.” “Ren-shimei is still recovering,” Xuan-shijie replied, tone neutral. “Finally,” one of the other girls complained, eyes narrowed. The panic that came with that thought could almost drown her, if she didn’t have the warm hands on her back pushing her unerringly forward.
She’d…well, if this wasn’t a dream, that is…she’d…transmigrated. They also felt strangely familiar, the white inner robe, the green outer robe, the crest of a bamboo grove on the back.īy the time Xuan-shijie had helped her into her boots and ushered her outside, past empty halls into a courtyard filled with other girls wearing the same robes, she’d already begun to figure out what was going on. And besides, once she caught sight of the robes she was expected to wear, she knew that there was no way she was managing to get them on by herself. She allowed Xuan-shijie to help her get dressed, too out of it to put up much of a fight. Her head hurt too much to understand what was happening. Xuan-shije…the name was unfamiliar, but the soothing touch felt right. “Your Xuan-shijie will take care of you.” The other girl just sighed, before offering a small smile. “Shijie,” she muttered, unsure about how she knew the right address. “Shimei?” The other girl questioned, eyes wide. A hand went to her temple, pressing against it like she could alleviate the pressure. her head fuzzed for a second, and she closed her eyes against the sudden pain. What the hell had happened to make her wind up. She was arrested again by the sight of her tiny fucking child’s body, definitely no older than fifteen. “Mm,” the other girl agreed, distracted by helping her out of bed. It was filled with water, and she drank it gratefully, feeling the liquid soothe her aching throat. “Bai Zhan Peak?” She croaked, but the other girl just tutted and grabbed a cup from a nearby drawer, helping her sip from it. …Bai Zhan Peak? That sounded weirdly familiar. “The fever only broke last night, so Ren-shimei might have some difficulty recalling the past days.” “Shimei got sick a couple of days ago from chasing those Bai Zhan Peak disciples through the river,” she explained, her tone turning a bit prim. Mistaking the source of her panic, the other girl shushed her soothingly. her eyes caught on her hands, clutching the bedspread. Her voice! Her voice was so high and hoarse, like a. “What-“ She coughed, eyes widening in horror. Come, can you stand?”Įyes squinting with confusion, slowly she nodded before opening her mouth. I was worried your fever wouldn’t break in time for Shizun’s inspection. “Shimei,” the girl sighed, spying that her eyes were open. Her lips were pursed, and there was some strain at the crinkles of her eyes.
It was a girl, her face young, dark eyes concerned.
Who was this? What was going on?Īllowing her eyes to slit open, she took in the face of the person leaning over her bed. Little sister? What the hell was that? She only had one older sibling, and this voice sounded like a girl, not her older brother. The second thing was that she lived alone.įreezing, she heard an unfamiliar voice whisper, “Shimei, it’s time to wake up… come on, I know you want to sleep, but Shizun will be angry with us if we sleep in. The first thing she registered was that the person shaking her awake had better back off before they lost their hand.