C199 Found yellowish

As the autumn rain continued to fall, and two days passed in the blink of an eye, Bai Qianfan still went out everyday to look for Little Yellow, but she did not call anyone to follow him. She just didn't want to stay in the house.

Since she was in such a daze, Yue Xiang couldn't advise her to go out and blow some wind to calm her mind. It was better than sitting in a daze inside the house, if she didn't let them follow her, they wouldn't follow her.

That day, she took an afternoon nap. The sky had just begun to clear of the rain, so the laurel pulled on her cloak and instructed her carefully, "Princess, the sky is still dark. I'm afraid there might be more rain. I'll be back soon."

Bai Qianfan absent-mindedly nodded, "Yes, I know."

She walked slowly along the tiled path in the direction of the Bright Lake. The wind blew against her light purple cape like a butterfly fluttering in the wind. The sky was overcast, and the clouds were hanging low. It seemed as if they were within reach. She sighed sorrowfully as she thought of Little Yellow. Her nose felt sore, and her eyes began to blur.

Back then, when the Mistress had left, she had been like this for many days. Fortunately, Madame Bai had lost her protection and did not cause her any trouble during that time, otherwise, it would be hard to say what she would do now.

As she was walking absent-mindedly, a little girl came from the front and squatted down to bless her. "Esteemed wangfei, you're looking for Little Yellow again!"

Bai Qianfan glanced at her, but she did not know which courtyard she was from.

The little girl said, "Have you gone to the back of the mountain to look for Princess Hua-Yang? I heard that there are wild chickens roaming there. I don't know if I'll be able to find Huang there."

Bai Qianfan's heart moved, she said, "Really?" and quickly left.

When they were building the residence, the Prince Chu had circled a mountain range very far away from the courtyard. Most of the people in the residence did not know of such a place because Bai Qianfan had previously been wandering around and had also been there before, but she had only wandered around at the foot of the mountain and did not go up.

In these past few days, she had thoroughly turned the entire Prince Chu Palace upside down, but she did not go to the back of the mountain.

If there really was a wild chicken that took Little Yellow away, then she could just grab it and bring it back to the house to drink. In the past, when she had eaten pheasants at Ox-Head Mountain, Auntie Niu had made such a big dish of fried chicken that it was quite fragrant. Now that she thought about it, she could not help but crave for it.

She ran like a gust of wind to the back of the mountain, out of a body of sweat, looked up, the mountain is not very high, on top of the mountain are dark clouds, as if wearing a fur hat in winter.

There was a small path on the mountain, and it was paved with brick, but very few people walked there. Between the tiles grew a small grass, and it slowly grew and swayed in the wind, causing Bai Qianfan's foot to step on it, and the small grass fell on the ground. She raised her foot again, and the flexible small grass bounced back, and she slowly walked up the mountain, step by step, with her head lowered.

Halfway up the mountain, she heard a rustling sound from within the grass. Her heart stirred, and she bent down, gently pulling open the grass. As expected, she could vaguely see something that looked like a wild chicken lying there.

But the wild chicken just laid there motionlessly, as if it was frozen. Bai Qianfan squatted in the underbrush, the rain-soaked grass soaked her cape, causing her hands and feet to slowly stiffen. She slightly moved it a little, but the wild chicken was extremely sensitive, it flapped its wings and immediately flew forward.

Bai Qianfan immediately chased after him. She stomped her feet into the grass and her cape was caught by the thorny bush. She paused for a bit before she raised her head again, but the wild chicken was gone. She angrily pulled on her cloak, and with a 'chi' sound, a small piece of silk was hooked away from the Thorn Rampart.

She could only patiently continue her search. She had long since deviated from the mountain path and was groping her way through the forest. The sky gradually darkened and dark clouds rolled overhead. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound as a bolt of lightning split open the dark sky. The bright, snow-white light shone on a new mound of earth beneath the tree, revealing a few chicken feathers.

In that moment, Bai Qianfan's eyes stared straight ahead, the hair on it was a numb yellow colour, extremely similar to the hair on Xiao Huang's body. Her heart was beating wildly, and after half a day of breathing, she slowly walked over.

One step, two steps, three steps. She walked to the side of the small mound and squatted down, using her hands to pluck up the mud, but it was just a few scattered chicken feathers. No matter how hard she held them, she couldn't see clearly in her hands.

The soil beneath her was somewhat firm, as if someone had stepped on it tightly. She continued to pluck at it, wanting to find out whether or not it was Little Yellow inside.

There were stones in the soil, and sharp branches. Her fingers were worn, but she didn't know the pain. She just wanted to dig them out quickly. However, after being buried so deep that his ten fingers were badly mangled, another bolt of lightning struck down on him before he could dig anything to the bottom. With the sound of thunder, a torrential downpour came over him.

Bai Qianfan wiped her face and hastened the movements of her hands. With the addition of the rain, the soil became soft, causing her to lie flat on the ground and dig desperately until she finally unearthed the thing inside. It was a chicken that had become stiff, she trembled as she stroked its red crown, touching that tiny bump, and started crying.

It was her Little Yellow, the only one with a thin bump on its crown. There was no other coincidental event like this in the world. If she lost her chicken, there was a chicken buried here with a bump on its crown.

She hugged Little Yellow as she cried in the heavy rain. Lightning hacked down one by one, and she clearly saw Little Yellow's familiar figure. That amiable appearance was as if it was acting coquettishly in her embrace, yet its eyes were wide open, dim and lifeless. Her heart was in excruciating pain. Why did she have to kill her Little Yellow? If it had something to do with her, then why was killing a chicken a man!?

She cried so hard that her entire body was soaked by the rain. She didn't care about anything else but to hug Little Yellow tightly and cry sorrowfully. In the wind and rain, her cries were intermittent and could not be heard clearly.

She cried until her throat was hoarse. The fear that she had experienced for the past few days had been confirmed, and Little Yellow would never come back. It would never peck at her shoes again with its sharp beak, or happily spin around her feet, or jump into her arms to act like a spoiled child. It would never look up at the broken grains of rice in her hands.

The more she thought about it, the more sad she felt. Her body swayed, and it seemed as if all of her strength had been lost in this crying. Finally, her body swayed and fell to the ground.

The cold rain poured on her body mercilessly. The sky was as dark as ink. Standing here and looking into the distance, in the wind and rain, there were torches vaguely swaying.