Chapter 102

Pei Lingjun rushed back to Anyang the next day. He had been drunk the previous few days and was so immersed in grief that he had forgotten something.

Given a second chance, Wen Shu and he did not follow the path of their past life; perhaps...

She has memories from the very beginning!

The young man's phoenix eyes were half-closed, like a drowning person suddenly grasping at a straw, refusing to let go.

More than half a month has passed since we last met, and Anyang has become much colder and more desolate.

The transfer order for the new prefect of Anyang has not yet been issued, and there is currently no official in charge of the area.

Pei Lingjun then took Cui Pei to an inn to stay in.

As the sun began to set, he followed his own shadow step by step to the Wen residence. The once magnificent Wen residence in Anyang was now just an empty house.

The guards and maids of the Wen family left or ran away, and the remaining masters and their families were all staying in the Jijing prison.

From prosperity to ruin, it only took a few short days.

Pei Lingjun pinched the bridge of his nose, about to go in, when suddenly someone reached out quickly from behind. The young man lowered his eyebrows and, without turning his head, grabbed the person's wrist and twisted it forcefully.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!!!"

Zhu Zijin covered his mouth and howled, and Pei Lingjun immediately let go.

What are you doing here?

The boy clutched his almost broken arm, ignoring the pain, and carefully pointed inside in a low voice, "Uncle, there are people inside. I've been following them for days."

Pei Lingjun's dark eyes narrowed sharply, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

"Hanxiang, the personal maid of Lady Wen!"

Hanxiang was kidnapped along with Wenshu, then rescued, and then disappeared without a trace during the ransacking of their home!

Pei Lingjun felt a tingling, aching sensation in his heart, an indescribable bitterness spreading silently across his tongue. He patted the boy's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Go and block the back door, don't let her escape."

"good."

The two parted silently, and a handsome, tall figure slipped through the front door and closed it behind him.

Ever since Wen Shu disappeared and the Wen family was raided, Han Xiang has kept her indenture hidden and hasn't dared to show her face. If she were arrested, who would come looking for their young lady?

In half a month, the mansion became desolate, with withered branches and fallen leaves left unswept, and the sky grew darker and darker.

She took out a tinderbox from her bosom, about to light it, when she accidentally stepped on a dry twig with a "crunch," which startled her.

The tinder slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a foot shot out from the side, flicking the tinder so that it landed steadily in the arms of the newcomer.

The change happened in an instant. Before Hanxiang could even escape, a dagger gleaming with moonlight was pressed against her throat.

"ah..."

Hanxiang was about to scream in terror when, unexpectedly, the tinderbox lit up, illuminating the face of a familiar man, and the remaining half of her scream abruptly stopped.

"Young Master Song?"

Seeing his imposing aura, which was no longer the gentle and refined young master of the Song family, and combined with the rumors she had heard recently, Hanxiang swallowed hard, her eyes filled with fear, "Pei... Envoy Pei?"

"Where did Wen Shu go?" Pei Lingjun sheathed his sword and glanced at her. "What are you doing sneaking around here?"

Speaking of Wen Shu, Han Xiang's voice choked as she recounted her experience at Guangfu Temple that day, "This servant had no idea who those people were. When I woke up, I was lying on the riverbank. They said... said that Miss was... was already dead..."