Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Translator: Storm in a Teacup 𝒇𝗿𝙚ℯ𝑤ℯ𝑏𝒏𝑜ѵe𝙡.c𝐨ｍ

A tall and strong man clad in a black robe came out in fury, one of his hand with veins bulging on its back clutching the door, while the other holding an oiled paper umbrella.

“Brother...” An Rushuang murmured under his piercing gaze. Her confidence vanished at once.

Considering Ye Chengzhi was with her, she changed the address in a hurry, “Mr. Gu! How come you are here? Did Chuan Qiong ask you to...”

Though angry with her stubbornness, An Qingrong couldn’t help feeling worried about her after seeing the cautious look in her eyes.

Why would she rather suffer in the downpour for medicine learning instead of enjoying her carefree life back at her cozy home!

If he could stand out, he would have dragged her to the horseback directly and sent her home!

He cut in abruptly after shooting her a furious glare, “Nobody asked me to come. In case that someone would be tortured to death by the cold wind or the heavy rain, I came out to give the beggar who passes by the entrance an umbrella!”

Even before he finished speaking, An Rushuang had already answered loudly with a glamorous smile, “How kindhearted Mr. Gu is!” She took the umbrella from An Qingrong and stuffed it in Ye Chengzhi’s hand without hesitation. “Since there are two beggars, why did Mr. Gu merely bring one umbrella?” Seeing her clear and sincere eyes, An Qingrong couldn’t even lose his temper.

“This one is for you. As weak as you are, you must protect yourself from the cold rain,” An Qingrong said.

It was until then that An Rushuang finally burst into laughter. She said happily after edging inside, “I just joked around. There is no rain under the eave. Chengzhi, you just take the umbrella.”

Ye Chengzhi stared at An Rushuang in astonishment. Always being indifferent, she actually could laugh like this.

“Did Chuan Qiong give the letter to Luo Qu?” An Rushuang asked that man again.

An Qingrong answered in confusion, “You gave him a letter?”

He had never heard Chuan Qiong mentioned it before. It was even from Kong Qing that he knew An Rushuang was waiting outside the door. Chuan Qiong did pretend that nothing had happened.

Ye Chengzhi exclaimed in surprise, “How can he break his promise?!” He couldn’t help accusing Chuan Qiong of being a shameless liar.

Falling into silence for a long period, An Rushuang suddenly sneered. “I knew he was unreliable!”

An Qingrong and Ye Chengzhi turned to An Rushuang in slight surprise.

“I will go find him and fetch the letter!” Ye Chengzhi suggested in a hurry.

Just as he was about to break into the First Pharmacy, An Rushuang suddenly seized him by his arm.

“Wait,” An Rushuang continued unhurriedly with a smile, “Bian Wen’s letter is here!”

Scratching his head blankly, Ye Chengzhi was completely puzzled.

“But... But, I saw you give him the letter...”

He gazed at An Rushuang as he spoke, his eyes sparkling with doubt and awe. Was there something in the world she couldn’t achieve?

An Rushuang winked at him with a chuckle. “I did give him a letter, and asked him to pass the words to Luo Qu. However, it’s the letter Bian Wen wrote to me instead. The one to Luo Qu is well preserved in my clothes!”

An Qingrong stared at her with his lip corners slightly curled. His younger sister had always been smart. Though seemingly stubborn and rash, she had already been well-prepared before taking any action.

Setting his mind at ease, Ye Chengzhi murmured with a relaxed smile, “That’s great. That’s great...”

With her lip corners curling up, An Rushuang turned to An Qingrong, bowed to him formally and presented the letter to him with both of her hands. “Please give this letter to Luo Qu, Mr. Gu. It doesn’t matter whether she is willing to meet me or not, but you must warn her that she mustn’t help a villain do evil.”

Relaxed a little, she turned to Ye Chengzhi. “You have to be my teacher from now on.”

Ye Chengzhi widened his mouth in silence.

With his face a bit darkening, An Qingrong took the letter. Gazing at her serious face, he almost felt as if she was totally another person.

It was after a long period that he nodded and put the letter inside his clothes. “Set your mind at ease.” He turned around at once and disappeared into the heavy rain in a moment.

An Rushuang trusted her elder brother very much though he left without many words.

As soon as they were leaving, there suddenly came a thunderous howl in the rain!

“Stop, all of you!”

A person knocked the door open and rushed outside. Though covered by a gauze- made vest, his blue robe was already soaked. He looked so uncollected with the rain trickling down from his handsome face. Wasn’t he none other than Chuan Qiong?

Bumping into him on his way back to the pharmacy, An Qingrong couldn’t help frowning at his poor looking. He held the umbrella for him as he said in his low voice, “We should go back and have a talk.” Turning his back on An Qingrong, Chuan Qiong approached An Rushuang directly.

Though a little stunned, An Rushuang raised her eyebrows in calmness. Had he noticed the fake letter? However, except for the letter, all she said just then was absolute truth!

She caught a glimpse of him in peace. “Does Luo Qu want to meet me? Please show me the way then.”

Chuan Qiong was enraged at her casual tone. With his fist clenched, he threw the letter to An Rushuang with all of his strength. “What’s this! Liar!”

Originally thinking he was about to beat Shuang’er, An Qingrong was greatly frightened. He couldn’t help frowning when seeing the crumpled letter thrown to her body. He was extremely reluctant to see them in fight given their grumpiness...

Holding the letter in her hand, An Rushuang detected a trace of burnt smell. She unraveled the letter and caught immediately the loss of the lower left corner.

The three words “To Miss An” were with a tinge of burned black, surely the source of the burnt smell.

With the paper in her hand, she gazed at Chuan Qiong, her eyes full of irony. “Don’t you try to frame me, Mr. Chuan Qiong. How can I know what this is?”

With his beautiful eyes wide open, Chuan Qiong intended to snatch the letter away, but An Rushuang stuffed it directly into her clothes. She raised her chin up, emitting an uncompromising aura.

His face went totally crimson, while his finger froze over in the air. Knowing it was impossible to retrieve the letter, Chuan Qiong drew back his hand. “You did say it is Bian Wen’s last letter written when he was in great danger. Humph! Shameless liar!”

An Rushuang pulled the letter out and raised it high in public.

“You are the liar instead! I remember there wasn’t a hole in the letter before!” She sneered.