《The Tiger Lily Mistaken for a Weed》Part 6: It felt as Though Death Himself Stole My Lifes' Breath.
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Three months after meeting Carlene, Disaster struck, and Death stole away Xia Mangs' soul. The village was in grievance. Young master Mang was an important part of the village, as he liked helping the people of the village along with his butler, Xiu Mei. However, no one was prepared for what the death team learned of Young Master Mangs death.
They learned that he had been poisoned with a strong poison, and enough of it, to kill him. The weapon of death? A teacup full of sweet tasting poison. Not enough to kill a man, but enough to kill a 13-year-old, if he drank the whole thing under the pretense of it being exotic tea. The biggest problem was that Xiu Mei was his only wait staff this day, according to records. The poison itself was quite like the poison Xiu Mei could make.
The Village was up in arms about this and demanded that either Meis head should roll or that he should be banished from the village. The rest of the villagers were in shock, unbelieving that little Mei could have possibly killed his Young Master that he treated just like a little brother, and tried to show him right from wrong.
However, these voices of protest came to late. The village decided to be lenient and not chop off his head because of how shocked he looked. He was instead banished from the village for 13 years and 7 months, the age of the deceased young master. He was thusly tossed out of the vicinity of the village, left to wander the woods alone, as Koi Xiang had to be physically pried off the in shock Xiu Mei.
Molark said only a few words that hit Mei and stung, and that also confirmed a suspicion of his. He stated "I should've known that the son of that bastard Fei Sharn who dared to conceive a child with my little Niece Zhifu, that would end up killing her at birth, would kill yet another member of my family. Begone. You are not welcome here." He said, before turning his horse around, and trotting off and away. While Mei sat there, stunned yet more, before taking a deep, shaky sigh. "Fine... If you want to disown me like that, I shall do it too.... I will hereby be known as Fei Mei, just as the angelic being called me."
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This is the start of Fei Meis' adventure that would take him across the world, and to a place he never would've thought he belonged. He is, The Tiger Lilly Mistaken for a Weed
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