Chapter 344: The Imperial Mausoleum

Zi Yuan finally broke down in tears, covering her face: "Both the general and the madam entrusted me with taking good care of Miss. How can I face them now..."

"Why are you crying? I haven't even cried."

Yuan Siyin took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, but Ziyuan shook her head and did not take it. She took out a plain handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her face with it for a long time before she could stop crying.

"Alright, there's a saying that goes, 'Evil lives on for a thousand years.' Your young lady is no pushover. Do you think the King of Hell can take my life so easily?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Yuan immediately raised her eyes, which were swollen like walnuts, and retorted, "Miss is not a menace, but Zi Yuan hopes that Miss will be safe and sound."

"Okay, whatever Zi Yuan says goes."

Yuan Siyin teased her a few more times, then leaned back slightly, and only after resting on the soft cushion did she subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though it was he who got into trouble, she ended up having to comfort him instead.

That's true, after all, her stubborn nature has never changed from the beginning.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, but Zi Yuan kept her head down and didn't see it.

Hearing the neighing of horses outside, the guards assumed it was Yu Shiyan returning and immediately opened the door. Unexpectedly, the visitors were Yuan Siyin and her personal maid. Without much thought, they invited them inside.

There was no eaves on the path from the gate to the courtyard. Ziyuan opened her oil-paper umbrella and helped Yuan Siyin walk in, one step at a time. Baitu had just finished feeding the two parrots, Jixiang and Ruyi, and seeing this, she immediately brought the two of them dry towels for any eventuality.

The red bean tree swayed in the wind and rain, its not-so-thick branches and leaves bearing the unusually heavy downpour, looking quite strained.

Yuan Siyin withdrew her gaze. "Has he returned?"

Bai Tu naturally understood who Yuan Siyin was referring to, so he nodded and then shook his head.

"What's the meaning?"

"He's back, then he went out again."

"He went out again?" Yuan Siyin frowned slightly. "Where could he go in this weather?"

Bai Tu remained silent, clearly unaware of the situation.

Zhong Heng, sword in hand, leaned against the door and quietly said, "Imperial Mausoleum."

"You went to the imperial tombs?"

Yuan Siyin repeated it again and roughly understood.

Today is his birthday, but also the anniversary of his mother's death. There's really nothing to celebrate, which explains why he didn't prepare any grand celebrations or invite any outsiders.

"Alright then, I'll wait for him to come back..."

Yuan Siyin wanted to ask where the Imperial Physician's Order was, but Zhong Heng put down his sword and spoke again: "This subordinate would like to ask the Princess for a favor."

"What?"

“My lord went to the imperial mausoleum alone and has not returned. I am worried that something might have happened to him. I hope that the princess can go and bring him back.”

“Me?” Yuan Siyin pointed to herself, doubting that Zhong Heng was joking.

Putting everything else aside, it seems more feasible for him to go and bring the person back.

To put it bluntly, she's an outsider too, and it's really inappropriate for her to go to the imperial tomb like this... so rashly.

"It's just you left." Zhong Heng sighed, seemingly with a deeper meaning.

Yuan Siyin remained hesitant and sat still for a while.

"The master went on horseback and did not bring a paper umbrella."

Yuan Siyin's brow twitched: "Didn't bring an umbrella?"

"yes."

It's raining so hard outside, with thunder and lightning...

Still worried, she took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Ziyuan. "Wait here for me. I'll be back in a bit."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Yuan Siyin smiled and said, "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. Wait for me."