Having transmigrated into a book, who would still want to be a secondary wife?

Chapter 397 Wanting to Hold an Umbrella for Others

Song Ruozhen looked at the deathly aura in the room with icy eyes. These damned bastards, they learned metaphysical arts just to harm people!

With such a dense aura of death, anyone staying in such an environment would have their vitality gradually eroded, and the situation would only get worse.

Because Zhao Haojie was a boy, and at the age of seventeen, a time when masculinity is at its peak, if it were a girl or an old man, he would have died long ago.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Qingyuan rushed over in a hurry, and as soon as he entered the house, he rushed to Zhao Haojie's side, his eyes full of concern.

"Haojie, how are you? Are you alright?"

Zhao Haojie shook his head. Looking at the girl in front of him, he felt a sense of peace for some reason.

These days, he always felt as if there was a dark aura shrouding the room, but when he asked other people, everyone said that there was no such thing, and even thought that he was too sick and had gone crazy.

But he really can see!

Not only could he see it, he even felt that the black aura was constantly eroding him.

This feeling is extremely terrifying, as if you are a plate of food, being constantly devoured every day, your body getting worse and worse, and when you can't hold on any longer, it's all over.

Unfortunately, no one around him could understand his feelings; even his father thought he was hallucinating.

Just now, he witnessed the black aura dissipate as soon as the girl entered, as if it had met its nemesis, with just two talismans dispelling it.

Even though he was still in the same room, he no longer felt it was as cold and damp as before, and finally felt a long-lost warmth.

Chu Junting walked to Song Ruozhen's side and asked, "How is the situation?"

Song Ruozhen raised her eyes, her gaze darkening slightly. "Someone used underhanded methods. A deathly aura followed Zhao Haojie. If we had arrived a few days later, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on."

"Sister, thank you for saving me!"

Zhao Haojie looked at Song Ruozhen excitedly, walked quickly to her, his eyes full of excitement.

"You knew I was saving you?"

A look of surprise flashed in Song Ruozhen's eyes. Ordinary people would have no idea what she had just done, but Zhao Haojie was able to figure it out, which was quite unexpected.

Zhao Haojie nodded repeatedly, "That cloud of black mist has disappeared."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu and the others were stunned. They had not seen any black aura, but they had indeed heard Fifth Sister say that there was a deathly aura in the room.

They couldn't see it, but Zhao Haojie could. Could it be... that this guy has a talent for metaphysics?

"Please forgive my rambling. My son has been seriously ill these days, so he is talking nonsense. I hope you will not take it to heart."

Zhao Qingyuan glanced helplessly at Zhao Haojie, but felt even more distressed. "Don't say such things anymore. There is no black energy as you described."

He had watched helplessly as his daughter's health deteriorated, and now Haojie was just like his daughter had been. He had a feeling that Haojie might leave him soon too.

Song Ruozhen glanced at Zhao Haojie with interest. "You do have some talent; you can see where the death aura is."

"Sister really can see!" Zhao Haojie was extremely excited, as if he had found a kindred spirit. "So that black mist was the aura of death?"

"That's right. The reason your health is getting worse is because this death energy is constantly eroding your body."

"Of all the people in this room, only you and I can see." Song Ruozhen said with a smile.

Zhao Qingyuan's eyes widened as he realized that what his son had been saying these past few days was not an illusion, but the truth, and that the girl in front of him could actually see.

"Young lady, can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Song Ruozhen had already learned the whole story from Chu Junting, and after she explained the reason, Zhao Qingyuan trembled with anger:

"How could they be so despicable! To make dirty money, they're willing to sacrifice so many lives!"

Zhao Qingyuan originally planned to ask a doctor to treat Zhao Haojie. Although the death aura had been resolved, he looked too weak and was worried that he might not be able to hold on.

However, Song Ruozhen told him not to worry, as she would take care of it.

The most important thing right now is to resolve the predicament of Haitian City. After all, so many people are still suffering in dire straits. The sooner we resolve the situation, the more people we can save.

"Sister, can I really get completely better?" Zhao Haojie couldn't help but ask.

Song Ruozhen nodded, "Of course, you were originally healthy. If you hadn't been entangled by death energy, you wouldn't have turned into this state."

Of course, you should also know that being entangled by deathly energy for so long won't allow you to fully recover in just a day or two. But with me here, you'll be back to normal in less than seven days.

As she spoke, Song Ruozhen took out some ginseng slices and handed them over, saying, "Put three ginseng slices in your mouth before you go to sleep at night, and keep doing this for three days."

"Only three pieces?"

Zhao Haojie looked at the small ginseng slice in front of him. He had actually seen ginseng before, but this one was much more shabby than the ones he had seen before.

"Sister, aren't you the prince's maid? You're from the capital, how come you're so poor?"

Song Ruozhen glanced at him and said, "You're barely holding on with just the medicinal power of this ginseng. If I used a stronger ginseng, you would have been killed by the tonic!"

Zhao Haojie's eyes widened. "That amazing?"

"Otherwise what?" Song Ruozhen instructed the servants to buy the medicinal herbs and decoct them before she was about to leave, but Zhao Haojie stopped her.

"If you have something to say, just say it. What exactly do you want after all this rambling?"

Song Ruozhen had long noticed that Zhao Haojie was just making small talk. He was already extremely weak and would faint if he didn't go to sleep, but he was still forcing himself to keep talking, which was obviously suspicious.

Zhao Haojie scratched his head awkwardly, "Sister, you said I can see death energy, does that mean I have a talent for it?"

"Why? You want to learn?"

Song Ruozhen understood. "You almost lost your life because of this, and you're not afraid at all? You even plan to continue?"

"It is precisely because I have witnessed its power that I want to learn it."

Zhao Haojie clenched his fists, his eyes involuntarily reddening as he recalled everything that had happened during this time.

"Actually, I know how much pain my father has been in lately. If it weren't for me, he would never have agreed."

If I had had the opportunity to learn metaphysics before, my sister wouldn't have died, and my father wouldn't have had to make these changes. Those vicious people are capable of anything.

So I want to learn, just so that others won't end up like me.

Seeing the determination in the man's eyes, Song Ruozhen was slightly surprised, but a smile spread across her face.

Zhao Haojie, like his father, is a kind person. Perhaps he wanted to hold an umbrella for others because he had been caught in the rain himself...