Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 15 - Spiritual Mirror Space

15: 15 Spiritual Mirror Space

15: 15 Spiritual Mirror Space

“Ms.

Su Xiaofeng, congratulations on entering the Spirit Realm space.

I am Spirit Seven.

From now on, you are the seventh master of the Spiritual Mirror, and I will serve you.” At night, as Su Xiaofeng had just fallen asleep, she heard the voice of a young child near her ear.

Su Xiaofeng opened her eyes and found herself inside a mirror.

The interior of the mirror was empty, void of anything, and she stood upon the mirror’s surface like a drifting soul.

Looking up, she saw countless reflections of herself.

This scene truly frightened her, and with a start, she woke up. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The experience did not feel like a dream but rather as if it truly existed.

She patted her chest, convincing herself it was, indeed, a dream.

Yes, it must have been a dream.

The thought of seeing thousands of herself in the dream nearly gave her goosebumps.

Turning on the dim yellow bulb in the room and remembering the scenario from the dream, she casually picked up a mirror from the table and looked into it.

There was only one reflection of herself in the mirror.

Thankfully, she had not turned into a monster.

Her wound didn’t seem to hurt anymore.

Su Xiaofeng found it strange—could her wound have already healed?

Startled awake by the nightmare, she began to unwrap the bandage.

After removing the layers of bandages and looking in the mirror again,

Su Xiaofeng was so scared that she threw the bandage in her hand.

“Damn it, could I still be dreaming?” She pinched herself hard.

It hurt.

It wasn’t a dream; it was real.

That meant the wound on her forehead had mysteriously healed in an instant.

Being a modern, educated woman, she of course understood that a wound like the one on her head wouldn’t heal in less than a week.

Even if it did heal, it would definitely leave a scar.

Unless she went for cosmetic surgery, there was no way to avoid scarring.

But now, her forehead was smooth, showing no signs of ever having been wounded.

Startled, Su Xiaofeng figured it was probably all a dream.

She decided to go back to sleep and deal with it upon waking.

As soon as she closed her eyes and calmed down, she heard a voice near her ear, “Master, magical, isn’t it?

Your wound was healed by the Spiritual Mirror.

I am Spirit Seven, remember me, as I will serve you from now on.”

“Spiritual Mirror?”

“Yes, it’s the mirror you are holding in your hand.

It indeed is the Spiritual Mirror, and you are its seventh master.”

Su Xiaofeng moved her finger, wanting to open her eyes, but afraid that everything would prove to be a dream.

She continued to speak through her desire, “Why me?”

“The Spiritual Mirror chose you, that’s why.

I don’t know why.” Spirit Seven’s voice carried excitement, “Ah, healing your wound used up a lot of my spiritual energy.

I am very sleepy; I am going to sleep now.”

After yawning, Spirit Seven went silent.

Su Xiaofeng called out a few times, but there was no response.

She was not unfamiliar with the concept of space; during her student days, she had read many transmigration novels that featured it.

This meant, just like all the heroines in those novels, she had not only transgressed but had also been granted a space.

Closing her eyes and picturing the bronze mirror, she entered it again.

Inside, there were mirrors of all shapes and sizes, countless pieces reflecting countless versions of herself, causing her eyes to blur from the overwhelming sight.

After a moment of visual overload, Su Xiaofeng fell deeply asleep once more.

When she woke up and checked her forehead in the mirror, it was smooth and unscarred.

Knowing how many villagers had seen her get injured, the absence of any scar would surely attract attention, so she wrapped her forehead in a couple of bands of gauze and went out.

“Xiaofeng,” Luo Yuzhu, who had arrived early in the morning, greeted her daughter with a smile that nearly reached her ears.

“You’re awake.”

After returning home, Luo Yuzhu had thought it over.

Compared to staying at the Lin Family, what was twenty thousand yuan?

If Xiaofeng didn’t come back with her and was driven out by the Lin Family, in the future, not to mention twenty thousand, it would be uncertain whether they could scrape together even two thousand yuan.

Su Xiaofeng hadn’t slept well last night and was still groggy, she yawned lazily and glanced at Luo Yuzhu, “What’s the matter?”

“Mom thought it through after getting back.

Twenty thousand yuan, although not a small sum, merely represents the savings Mom had in the Lin family over more than a decade, but you are my daughter, nothing is more important than you.

I’ve brought the money today, now come back with me, and this twenty thousand yuan is yours.”

As she spoke, Luo Yuzhu painfully took out the money from her bag, all in denominations featuring the heads of four people, quite eye-catching.

At that moment, there was no one else at home, only Su Xiaofeng, the injured one.

Luo Yuzhu thought her daughter would definitely come back with her.

Su Xiaofeng looked at the money she took out, her lips curved slightly—true to her forceful nature, when she said twenty thousand, she truly brought twenty thousand over.

It seemed the Lin Family was indeed quite wealthy.

To think that it was only ninety-three, and if a household could produce a few tens of thousands at this time, it was almost comparable to being a millionaire in the 21st century.

“Xiaofeng, you promised Mom, you can’t go back on your word.” Luo Yuzhu, fearful that Su Xiaofeng might change her mind, moved to enter the house and pack their belongings, meanwhile she asked Su Xiaofeng, “Xiaofeng, where is your dad’s household registration book kept?”

Su Xiaofeng glanced at Luo Yuzhu and didn’t respond, but asked Spirit Seven using her divine sense, “Xiaoqi, do you know why Luo Yuzhu is so eager to bring me back to the Lin Family?”

“The Lin Family has a marriage arrangement with the eldest son of the Wu Family, but the eldest son of the Wu Family contracted severe leprosy, losing his ability to work.

They are thinking of having you marry into the Lin Family as a representative to continue their lineage,” Spirit Eight guessed, its voice still drowsy from sleep.

Su Xiaofeng realized the situation.

“However, Master, leprosy can be treated,” Spirit Seven reminded Su Xiaofeng.

Su Xiaofeng, of course, knew that leprosy could be treated, but it would be years before the cure for leprosy would be discovered by the world.

Thinking of the injury on her head, Su Xiaofeng had an idea, “Xiaoqi, are you saying you can treat it?”

“Should be possibly maybe,” without trying, who would know?

Su Xiaofeng: “…”

Meanwhile, Luo Yuzhu had casually packed some things and was pulling Su Xiaofeng to leave.

Just then, a couple appeared at the door, both somewhat elderly in appearance; probably not yet fifty, but resembling people in their sixties.

“May I ask, is Su Xiaofeng here?” The woman, with plenty of white hair and a weathered face, her lips dry, looked over the room and the people and asked.

“What do you want with Xiaofeng?” Holding a bag with a few clothes inside, Luo Yuzhu responded.

As for the household registration book, she hadn’t found it; she planned to come back later and ask the elderly Mr.

Su for it.

“We are from Li Family Village,” the woman began to introduce herself.

“Previously, a matchmaker mentioned that your family was willing to engage in an exchange of brides, so here we are today to take a look.”

Indeed, when Li Family Village had released news of wanting to engage in an exchange of brides, He Ximei did send a matchmaker to talk it over.

“An exchange?” Luo Yuzhu furrowed her brows upon hearing this, “Exchange what?

I’m taking my daughter away today.

My daughter is beautiful and is certainly meant to marry into a wealthy and prestigious family, not to mention look at what you’re wearing.”

The clothes they wore were outdated, giving off a rural vibe, indicating the family might be quite poor.