The Drunken Pear Blossom: The Secret of Liwu

If Heaven gave Su Beige another chance, she would never have worked overtime that day! If she hadn’t worked overtime, she wouldn’t have missed the last bus and had to walk! If she hadn’t missed the last bus, she wouldn’t have transmigrated! And if she hadn’t transmigrated, she wouldn’t have meddled and impulsively rescued the severely injured master and servant! But time couldn’t be turned back, and so began the tragedy of her life. She was really just a humble winemaker. How had she ended up dragged into a group searching for some ridiculous treasure? Su Beige was in tears. What kind of mess was this? Fine, she just had to serve as a guide in the southern borderlands, right? She’d do it! What choice did she have when she couldn’t beat them or outrun them? But you, Daoist, could you please stop wearing an icy expression while saying such caring things? And you, Buddha, is it really all right to take someone’s life with that cheerful smile? And you, Fox, could you stop delivering dirty jokes with such a straight face? What kind of people are you all? Mother, Beig​​e wants to go home!!! She desperately wanted to escape this chaotic world and return to her peaceful little town. But after surviving one deadly clash after another, risking her life to save others when they were on the brink of death, and huddling together through countless long, frigid nights, she gradually stopped thinking of running away. All she wanted was to become stronger, and stronger still. She would never again let her friends get hurt because of her! But why had the companions who once drank and laughed with her now turned their swords against her? Had he changed, or had she never really understood him? When the hands that once brewed wine were stained with blood, when the silver needles that once healed the sick and saved the dying were stained with lives, and when the humble winemaker of old cast aside her kindness and rose step by step over a carpet of bones, her heart had long since grown cold. If the martial world demands that one of us die, then you die, and I live... If the treasure must be bought with my heart, then let it be destroyed... Excerpt One: The sun shone brightly, birds sang and flowers bloomed, and pear blossoms filled the garden, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. A voice occasionally drifted from a small courtyard among the pear trees: “As the saying goes, see the Buddha all the way to the west. Since you saved me, miss, you should come with me to ensure my safety.” “...” Then what exactly did I save you for? Can I claw you once? “Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as agreement.” “...” You jerk, undo my acupoints first! And so the world-famous Lady of Wine was forcibly carried away by a shameless man. Su Beige was in tears. What could she do? She was desperate! Excerpt Two: On a dark and windy night, four people sat around a table in the Rujia Tavern. “Lady of Wine, being naughty again?” A refined-looking Daoist with a whisk in his hand spoke cryptically. “...” You’re the naughty one! Your whole family is naughty! “Ah, poor little miss, you’ve been caught and brought back again. I feel so sorry for you!” A smiling tiger rested his chin on his hand and grinned. “...” Why don’t you try looking sorry first? You’re practically smiling your face into a flower! “Silly Ge’er, I told you that you couldn’t get away. Why are you so disobedient?” The shameless one said with a helpless look. “...” You jerk! Try not poking my acupoints, then we can fight one-on-one! This is so frustrating! Excerpt Three: She stood with her sword in hand, covered in blood, with corpses strewn before her. Turning to the three of them, she smiled faintly. “Good thing I came.” He looked at the smile in her eyes, his face full of helplessness. “Silly Ge’er... why did you have to...” He gazed at her bloodstained white robe, his expression complicated. “Lady of Wine...” He looked at her trembling right hand and said nothing. At that moment, no matter how much they had to say, the words felt empty. Excerpt Four: A breeze brushed her face. She lowered her eyes to the bloodstained sword piercing her abdomen, her heart aching. “Is this so-called treasure really that important?” “Silly Ge’er, you’re still as foolish as ever!” The man let go of the dagger, straightened up, and shook his head with a soft laugh. “We found the treasure, so your task is complete, Silly Ge’er.” “Lady of Wine, you never really understood us.” With an elegant smile, the man looked toward the palace behind him, the pity and sorrow fading from his eyes. “Heh.” She closed her eyes and laughed, her smile cold. “If the treasure must be bought with my heart, then let it be destroyed!” Without hesitation, she leaped toward the mechanism, and the towering...