Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 812 The Life of an Orphan 1

Yun Chu lived to the age of sixty-three in this world before passing away. Before her death, she left behind many talismans, elixirs, and formations for Xie Yipei…

Let him live a good life.

[Mission successful.]

[Please choose whether to keep the items for the next mission world.]

"Skill."

Over the decades, she acquired more than a dozen skills in the previous world. These skills included healing, attacking, and supporting abilities.

So no matter what world the next mission is in, she will be able to survive.

[Selection successful.]

"Delete memories of emotionally charged characters."

Deletion successful.

[Name]: Yun Chu

Age at death: 24

[Skills]: Spatial Ability (Permanent), Skill (to be used in the next mission world)

[Backpack]: Four designated skill cards, one special mission card, double points card...

【integral】:

[Task successfully drawn: May the player marry into a good family and have many children and grandchildren. Reward: Points, one special task card.]

This is an ancient world, where three kingdoms stand in a tripartite balance: Cangnan Kingdom, Yunmeng Kingdom, and Feiyan Kingdom.

The country she lived in was Cangnan.

Cangnan Kingdom was the strongest of the three kingdoms, with a powerful army and a peaceful and prosperous nation.

Her name is Lu Yun Chu. She is thirteen years old and an orphan who lost both her parents. Since her father has no relatives left, she went to live with her aunt, Jiang, in the capital.

Her aunt married Song Pei, the fourth son of the Song family.

The patriarch of the Song family held the rank of third-grade official, serving as the Vice Censor-in-Chief. He had four sons and four daughters.

The eldest son was Song Zhe, the third son was Song Qi, and the second daughter was born to the matriarch, Li.

The eldest daughter, Song Yu, and the second son, Song Ming, were born to Aunt Liu.

The fourth son, Song Pei, was born to Aunt Gao.

The third and fourth daughters were born to Aunt Hu.

The Song family did not divide the family property. The fourth branch, being born out of wedlock, lived in Qinghe Courtyard.

Yun Chu's aunt, Jiang, had a son and a daughter. The son, Song Xiao, was sixteen years old, and the daughter, Song Rong, was fourteen years old.

There was also a daughter born out of wedlock, Song Lian, who was fifteen years old.

Yun Chu followed behind her aunt Jiang Shi, passing through the hanging flower gate and walking along the covered corridor.

Qinghe Courtyard is not large, with blue bricks and gray tiles, but it is kept quite tidy.

There is an old locust tree in the courtyard, whose shade almost blocks out half the sky. There are stone tables and benches under the tree, and a grape trellis in the corner. However, at this time of year, most of the leaves have fallen, making it look somewhat desolate.

“When your mother was little, she loved eating grapes the most.” Jiang suddenly stopped and looked back at Yun Chu, her eyes slightly red. “In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed since she left us.”

Yun Chu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

She received the original owner's memories and knew that her aunt Jiang and her mother were sisters and had a very good relationship.

However, their mother insisted on marrying far away back then, and the two sisters were separated by distance, only able to communicate through letters over the years.

Now that his mother has passed away and his father has also left, the original owner of this body has traveled a long distance to seek refuge with his only remaining relative.

Jiang quickly composed herself and pointed to the east wing: "That's your room. The maids prepared it early this morning. Come on, let's go in and take a look."

The room was small and simply furnished—a four-poster bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a celadon vase by the window with two or three sprigs of wintersweet, emitting a faint fragrance.

The quilt was a brand new cotton quilt, starched and washed clean, and folded neatly.

"Just tell your aunt if you need anything." Jiang pulled her to sit down on the edge of the bed and carefully examined her face. "You've become so thin. You must have suffered a lot on the way. From now on, just stay here with your aunt and make yourself at home."

Yun Chu nodded: "Thank you, Aunt."

"No need to thank me." Jiang patted her hand and sighed, "You're just like your mother when she was young, not much of a talker."

"By the way, your older and younger cousins ​​will be back from school later. You sisters can meet them first."

"And your cousin, he's studying at Longshan Academy now and only comes back once every ten days. We'll call him to come see you on his day off."

Just then, footsteps came from outside, and a maid in a blue vest lifted the curtain: "Madam, the young ladies are back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two girls entered the house one after the other.

The girl walking in front was tall and slender, wearing a light purple jacket and skirt embroidered with flowering branches. Her jet-black hair was styled into two buns, adorned with two small velvet flowers. She had a fair complexion and curved eyebrows. As soon as she entered the room, she looked at Yun Chu with undisguised curiosity and affection.

The one behind was shorter, wearing a worn-out pale white jacket and a blue skirt. Her hair was tied with only two plain hair ties. She followed silently behind with her eyes downcast, as if trying to hide herself in the shadows.

"This must be my cousin Yun Chu, right?" The girl in front stepped forward and, before Jiang could speak, took Yun Chu's hand and looked her up and down. "She looks familiar. Are you tired from the journey? Are you cold? Is this house to your liking? If there's anything you don't like, just tell me and I'll help you tidy it up."

She asked a series of questions in quick, crisp voice, like a nightingale chirping on a spring branch, her words warming the heart.

Yun Chu slightly raised her eyes and looked at the bright face in front of her—this was her cousin Song Rong, her aunt's biological daughter, who was fourteen years old this year, a year older than herself.

"Thank you for your concern, Cousin," Yun Chu lowered her eyes, a slight smile curving her lips. "Everything is fine."

"Don't call me cousin, just call me sister." Song Rong smiled and shook her hand, then turned to look at Jiang Shi. "Mother, look how well-behaved my cousin is. She speaks so softly and gently, much more refined than my close friends."

Jiang smiled and scolded her, "You certainly know how to compliment people. Alright, let Yun Chu get to know you first."

Song Rong seemed to remember something, stepped aside, and waved to the back: "Sister Lian, come here quickly, this is Cousin Yun Chu."

The girl in the moon-white jacket then stepped forward and raised her eyes.

She was also pretty, with features somewhat similar to Song Rong's, but she lacked that brightness and had more of a calmness—or rather, a melancholy.

Her gaze swept across Yun Chu's face, then quickly shifted away, faint like a thin layer of ice forming on a pond in winter.

"Hello, cousin." She nodded slightly, her voice flat, revealing no emotion.

Yun Chu also stood up and returned the greeting: "Cousin Lian."

Song Lian nodded and then stopped talking, stepping aside to stand.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Song Rong seemed to be used to Song Lian's behavior and didn't care. She then took Yun Chu's hand and said, "Cousin, you've come at the right time. My birthday is in a little over ten days, and I was just thinking of having some fun."

"I'll invite a few close friends over and introduce them to you. It's always good for you to get to know more people since you're new to the capital."

"Alright, alright," Jiang interrupted her with a smile, "You silly child, you didn't even ask Yun Chu if she was willing. She just arrived and is tired from the journey, let her rest for a few days first."

Song Rong stuck out her tongue and looked at Yun Chu with a smile: "Then I was too impatient. Cousin, please don't take offense, that's just my personality, I say what I think and can't keep secrets."

Yun Chu shook her head: "Sister means well, I understand."