Chapter 306 The Scapegoat

Song Yanxi and An Yi searched the mountains for a whole day until the sun set and the moon hung above the treetops.

Not to mention Mo Jinchuan's men, even any traces he might have left behind were not found.

If the information that An San brought back at the risk of his life is correct, he did enter Baitou Peak.

That leaves only two possibilities.

One possibility is that Mo Jinchuan made a feint, circled around the foot of the mountain and changed his hiding place, deliberately teasing Liang Jun.

The corpse that An Yi saw on the road was a scapegoat they found because they couldn't catch the person and were afraid of being punished.

As for the other possibility, it was one that Song Yanxi didn't want to see.

Thinking of the large bloodstains she saw shortly after entering the mountains, and the pieces of cloth that matched her color and texture, she felt her nose sore, and even the dried meat in her mouth tasted bitter.

She didn't believe he died just like that.

An Yi handed the kettle forward, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Song Yanxi knew what he was going to say without even looking up, and said, "I won't stop you from leaving, but remember to bring Xuelong back with you."

"What about you, girl?"

Thinking of Mo Jinchuan's instructions before leaving the city, a dark light flashed in An Yi's eyes.

If he really couldn't explain it, he could only offend.

Without responding to his words, Song Yanxi continued, "The deadline is half a month. If the prince and I haven't returned by then, you will bring Tian Shu and the Li brothers back to the capital to report.

I have written down the reason for the matter in a letter, which I have placed in the secret compartment at the bottom of my medicine box. You can take the letter and leave the medicine box to Mr. Liu.

There is also a letter from home, please give it to my younger brother when you have time."

Hearing her words that sounded like she was arranging her funeral, An Yi said with a grim expression, "I will not leave."

Song Yanxi finally raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with frost. "Since you don't want to leave, why force others to leave?"

"But girl, you..."

"How am I?"

Without waiting for An Yi to explain, Song Yanxi asked again: "Or do you think I'm a burden and worried that I'll hold you back?"

"Of course not!"

Afraid that she would misunderstand, An Yi gritted his teeth and explained, "Before the master left, he had anticipated that if he were in danger, Miss Song would definitely go to rescue him regardless of her own safety.

The master has ordered me to stop Miss Song at all costs and to ensure your safety."

Song Yanxi's eyes were icy, "Did he also tell you that you could knock me out if necessary?

If you really listened to your master, I wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Now that we've started this, we'll have to stick to it and don't let me look down on you."

She paused, then continued, "As for your master, as long as he's still alive, he can get angry as much as he wants when he gets back, but he won't beat you to death."

An Yi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Just when he was regretting that he should have taken action earlier, Song Yanxi's sinister voice rang out.

She said, "You should be thankful that you haven't had time to do anything yet."

Since she dared to follow him into the territory of Liang State, it was impossible for her to be completely unprepared.

She doesn't know martial arts, but as long as they don't fight with real weapons, it's not a problem for her to knock down An Yi with some medicine.

But she doesn't want to do it until it reaches that point.

Adding a few dry branches to the fire, Song Yanxi tightened her cloak and said, "Hurry up and get some sleep. We'll leave the cave and look for it when it's daybreak."

An Yi just stared at her with a serious look and said nothing.

Obviously, he was afraid that she would sneak away while he was asleep.

Song Yanxi said, "Don't think I'm that reckless. If I go out at this hour, even if I'm lucky enough not to encounter wild beasts like wolves and bears, I'll still freeze to death.

I am here to save people, not to die in vain."

Having said that, An Yi still couldn't let go of his worries.

If Miss Song's guess is correct, the corpse is really not his master. Then where is the master now?

Song Yanxi stared intently at the fire in front of her. Although her expression did not show, the worry in her heart was no less than his.

The cold in the mountains penetrated her bones. Even though she was sitting by the fire, she couldn't stop the cold from seeping into her bones.

Mo Jinchuan had an old injury on his leg, and it would be extremely painful if it flared up.

I don't know if he has any painkillers on him.

Both Song Yanxi and An Yi were worried about something, so they were both unable to sleep and just sat there with deep thoughts.

All that could be heard was the crackling of burning wood.

Soon, snoring sounds came from a corner of the cave.

It's the snow dragon and the black horse.

He hadn't slept for a whole day and night, and had carried them for dozens of miles. Even the strongest person couldn't have endured it.

Looking at Xuelong, who was sprawled out sleeping, pushing Heima into the corner, Song Yanxi suddenly asked, "What kind of person do you think His Royal Highness Prince Jin is?"

An Yi was stunned by the question.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to speak, he heard Song Yanxi say, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask anything."

She was also confused. Considering An Yi's protection of Mo Jinchuan, she should know what he would say.

It's nothing more than words like "my master is wise and brave, a genius".

She had heard these words from others before.

She wanted to know much more than that.

Compared to the praises bestowed upon him by the common people, Song Yanxi wanted to know more about him beyond the responsibilities to his country and family that were rumored to be his.

She always felt that a great general who could find new ways and always succeed should be a bold and unrestrained man, rather than the current one who behaved in a dignified manner and never showed his emotions on the cold and aloof personality.

She didn't know anything else, but she knew that a gentleman would definitely not do something like shouting and cursing in front of the battlefield.

Even if someone points at his nose and scolds him, he will just flick his sleeves and scold, "How disgraceful."

Seeing Song Yanxi was somewhat absent-minded, An Yi felt an impulse surge in his heart, and blurted out: "Miss Song, what kind of person do you think my master is?"

Song Yanxi admitted: "I don't understand the prince."

This man hid his intentions too well. If he hadn't deliberately let her notice some clues, even if she heard those words with her own ears, she would never have believed that he was in love with her.

Even as early as the day of Lin Tingfeng's burial, before the two of them met for the first time, he had harbored thoughts that he shouldn't have had.

His love was so fierce that people were completely unable to resist it.

The most important thing is that she couldn't remember where they had met before.

She doesn't believe in love at first sight. If there is any, it can only be based on lust.

If His Royal Highness Prince Jin was such a person, he would have been surrounded by many wives and concubines, so what role would she have?

An Yi was so angry that he almost vomited blood after she said she didn't understand.

He clenched his fists, unable to bear it any longer, and said, "Miss Song is a smart person. Why do you have to pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth?"

Song Yanxi raised her eyelids, "What do you mean?"

An Yi's face darkened even more, and he blurted out, "You know very well that the master treats you..."

Halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed.

"Someone's coming."

Song Yanxi stood up decisively and, together with An Yi, threw the wet mud that had been prepared nearby onto the fire. Worried, they poured half a pot of water on it.

The brightly lit cave suddenly became pitch black.

The snoring in the corner stopped at some point, and the only sound was the faint sound of the saddle rubbing against the horse as it slowly stood up.

An Yi said softly, "There are about ten people here. They are not experts. When the fight starts, Miss Song, please move closer to the edge to avoid being accidentally injured."

Song Yanxi responded, stroking her back with one hand and taking out the dagger given by Mo Jinchuan with the other.

She had tried it privately and found that it could cut iron like mud.

It is a deadly weapon.

As soon as her fingers touched the cold rock wall, the next moment, a warm breath hit Song Yanxi's forehead.