Thank you

Just as Yam was about to say that the person had woken up, she didn't expect that the master's heart seemed to have already flown in, but he hesitated at the door.

"It's alright, he's awake."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Chenhua felt reassured, as if he had received a reassuring pill.

But seeing his lord lingering at the door, Yam couldn't help but ask, "My lord, do you wish to go in?"

Zeng Chenhua shook his head and glanced at it briefly.

Hearing that she was awake, Zeng Chenhua was relieved. It wasn't convenient for him to go in to check on her at that moment. "It's good that she's awake. I still have things to take care of, so I won't go in first. Please take care of her for now." After saying that, Zeng Chenhua and Yun Qi left together.

Yam turned to look at Jiang Chaoyu inside the house. She was struggling to sit up, but because of her right side injury, she could only slowly get up with her left hand.

He rushed forward to her side and helped her.

"Miss, how are you feeling now?" While Jiang Chaoyu was still unconscious, Shanyao changed her clothes. Her previous clothes were stained with blood and were barely touching her wound.

When Jiang Chaoyu woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment. She had just heard the woman in front of her talking to Zeng Chenhua, and thought that she must have been the one who saved her. "Thank you, young lady."

She wore a bamboo-green brocade spring dress with jade leaves, and her hair was simply adorned with a hairpin. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed indifferent, but her voice was inconsistent with her appearance.

Yam waved her hand and said politely, "Just call me Yam." Her voice was soft and sweet.

Although Jiang Chaoyu had woken up, she was still pale and weak. Shanyao stepped forward and placed a pillow behind Jiang Chaoyu's back so that she could lean on it.

Jiang Chaoyu noticed how considerate Shanyao was in her every move. When Shanyao approached, she smelled a pleasant, faint herbal scent. Now that Shanyao had someone to lean on, Jiang Chaoyu felt more relaxed.

Looking down at her clothes, which were no longer the same as before, she asked, "Miss Yam, did you help me change my clothes?"

Yam was busy preparing medicine, but when Jiang Chaoyu asked her this, she felt a little embarrassed and said, "Yes, the blood had already seeped out, and then the master ordered someone to send a set of comfortable clothes, which I then changed you into."

Jiang Chaoyu was wearing a pink, wide-sleeved ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), but it seemed a bit too big and looked loose and baggy.

Adding to her injury, Shanyao had removed her hair ornaments, leaving her completely without makeup. Perhaps due to malnutrition in the early stages, her dry, yellow hair was casually draped behind her, and perhaps due to excessive blood loss, her lips were still pale.

Yam handed Jiang Chaoyu a glass of water, noticing that she had just woken up but her lips were still dry.

After taking the water glass, she said thank you again; this was already one of the many times Jiang Chaoyu had thanked her.

While drinking water, his eyes were scanning the layout of the room. It seemed someone had cleaned it, as there wasn't a single dusty spot.

"Is this the Second Prince's residence?"

Zeng Chenhua was right next to her before she fainted, so he must have brought her back.

Hearing Jiang Chaoyu ask this question, Shanyao was quite surprised that she could guess it. "This is a guest room in the mansion."

I heard Zeng Chenhua's voice when I woke up, but I haven't seen him yet. I wonder what he's doing.

But then Jiang Chaoyu thought again, what does this have to do with me?

He only asked, "How is the Second Prince's leg injury?"

Upon hearing this, Shanyao, who was grinding herbs for Jiang Chaoyu, stopped and looked at Jiang Chaoyu, saying, "When I saw the master just now, there was nothing wrong, but what happened?"

Upon hearing what Shanyao said, it turned out that Zeng Chenhua had been concealing his leg injury.

Seeing that Jiang Chaoyu had finished drinking her water, Shanyao stepped forward and took the cup from her. Knowing this, Jiang Chaoyu must not want others to know, so she lied and said, "It's nothing, I must have misread it."

There's more truth between strangers. Since Jiang Chaoyu said that, Shanyao understood why the master hadn't looked at Miss Jiang before, but had taken Yunqi away. It must be because his leg injury had relapsed.

"Wait for me, miss, I'll be right back." After saying this to Jiang Chaoyu, Shanyao hurriedly left the room.

Seeing the yam's actions, he probably already guessed it. No wonder he's Zeng Chenhua's man; he's so smart that he guessed it right away.

Seeing that no one was in the room, Jiang Chaoyu tried to get out of bed. Although she aggravated her wounds, thankfully there was no bleeding. Pushing open the door, she saw Zeng Chenhua's backyard. However, it was getting late, and she realized that if she didn't go back soon, she would easily be exposed.

At this moment, Yam was nowhere to be seen in the corridor, and if you called out in the huge backyard, it would probably take a long time to hear the echo.

After waiting for a while, the person still hadn't returned, so Jiang Chaoyu had no choice but to go back first.

With no pen or ink at hand, making it inconvenient to leave a message for Yam, Jiang Chaoyu reluctantly bit her finger, squeezed out some blood, tore open her old clothes, leaving a piece the size of a handkerchief, and then wrote her message on it.

"They've left, thank you."

Use the cup you just used to weigh it down to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

After Yam guessed that his master was injured, he deduced that he must have gone to the study with Yunqi, so he went directly to the outside of the study.

After knocking on the door, it opened to find it empty.

Seeing this, Yam wondered if he had guessed wrong. Just now, Miss Jiang had said that the master was fine. Could it be that he was being too suspicious?

With suspicion in her heart, Shanyao went back, only to run into Yunqi carrying a basin in the corridor.

Yunqi saw Shanyao as soon as he approached, and to avoid Shanyao seeing the blood on his hands, he turned around and poured the blood outside in the corridor.

Upon seeing this, Yam became even more suspicious.

He rushed forward to see what Yunqi had fallen on.

Yunqi watched as Yam walked quickly up to him, getting very close and staring intently at him.

"Yunqi, what did you pour out?"

"The Lord's foot-washing water."

Upon hearing this, Yam laughed, "Oh, really? When did it become your responsibility to take charge of this?"

Seeing that Shan Yao clearly didn't believe him, Yun Qi had no choice but to give up. He was good at killing, but he could never beat Shan Yao in verbal sparring.

She avoided looking at the ground with her eyes darting away, refusing to meet the scrutinizing gaze that Yam was casting at her.

But Yam came right up to him. Seeing Yunqi's guilty look, Yunqi held his breath as Yam got close.

With his keen sense of smell, Shanyao detected the stench of blood in the air. His eyes lit up, and a new idea formed in his mind. He decided to test Yunqi, after all, Yunqi was the one in Chengzhen Sect who couldn't keep a secret.

“Miss Jiang has already told me that the master’s leg is injured, right?”

Upon hearing this, Yam saw Yun Qi's shocked raised eyebrows and a smile played on his lips. He understood that his lord was indeed injured.

Upon hearing Shanyao's words, Yunqi's expression showed a moment of surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "So you know too, actually..."

Seeing that Yunqi wanted to explain, Shanyao interrupted him directly, "Alright, you don't need to say anything, I know."

Yunqi, holding the basin, was somewhat at a loss. The mention of yam made Yunqi realize he had let something slip again. No wonder he was always ridiculed by Cheng Zhen's men; for the first time, Yunqi realized he truly couldn't keep a secret.

Yunqi was slumped over, in a bad mood. Shanyao gently patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, I would have known even if you hadn't told me. It's not your fault."

Pointing to the water on the ground, he added, "I'm a doctor, how can patients trust me if I can't even smell this?"

These words seemed to comfort Yunqi, and at this moment, Yunqi felt less guilty.

Where is the Lord now?

Yunqi pointed to a room at the end of the corridor that no one had ever entered before, and Shanyao understood why they hadn't been found before.

Yam took Yunqi's basin and said to him, "Could you check on Miss Jiang's condition? I'm going to check on the master's injuries."

After saying that, he went straight to that room, and Yun Qi had no choice but to go to the guest room to see Jiang Chaoyu.

After knocking on the door and receiving confirmation from Zeng Chenhua, Shanyao pushed the door open.

What came into view was Zeng Chenhua's right leg injury. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound was now larger than before.

"My lord!"

Zeng Chenhua thought it was Yun Qi who had returned, but he didn't expect it to be Shan Yao standing in front of him.

"Is Miss Jiang feeling any better?"

"I'm feeling better, I'll be fine after some rest, but my lord, your injury..."

The herbs he had been carrying earlier took effect, and Yam quickly took them out and handed them to Zeng Chenhua.

Seeing this, Zeng Chenhua didn't want it anymore and said, "You know my injury. It will take some time to heal."

He untied his trouser leg; the bleeding had stopped by then. He covered the wound with the trouser and stood up.

Sure enough, judging from his master's every move, if he said he was better, then he was better.

"yes."

However, Zeng Chenhua realized that now that Shanyao had come alone, there was no one left for Jiang Chaoyu.

Where is Yunqi?

"I told him to go to Jiang..." The sentence was left unfinished.

Yun Qi appeared before the two of them, saying, "Miss Jiang is gone, leaving only this behind."

Yun Qi tried his best to calm his breathing, and seemed a little anxious as he ran over.

The cloth strip clearly bore the words "I've left, thank you" written in Jiang Chaoyu's blood.

Zeng Chenhua took the health bar, his eyes turning slightly cold, as if he had thought of something.

Seeing that he had failed in his duty of supervision, Shanyao knelt down in front of Zeng Chenhua, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "It is my fault for failing in my duty of supervision."

Yun Qi also knelt down, saying, "Your subordinate does too."

“She left on her own; what crime have you committed?”

Jiang Chaoyu seems to possess a certain skill, always able to slip away unnoticed, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Ignoring his leg injury, Zeng Chenhua strode to his hidden attic. He tore down the painting behind the screen, revealing the attic he had once built. Hidden within were many of Zeng Chenhua's secrets, including the one he was searching for. He wanted to see what in the books could grant him this skill.

When Shanyao and Yunqi saw that their lord had no intention of punishing them for the first time, they looked at each other, both quite surprised.

He searched through his collection of books, but none of them mentioned it. He recalled Jiang Chaoyu's earlier statement about wanting to go home, and a bold idea came to his mind—she wasn't from the capital.

But she is the second daughter of the Jiang family. There are witnesses and physical evidence. How could someone impersonate another person out of thin air and not be discovered?

But then Zeng Chenhua remembered that when she disguised herself and came to the mansion a while ago, she probably took other things with her besides the jade staff.

Zeng Chenhua pondered deeply, wondering what it could be.

Suddenly it dawned on me that it might be from my own room.

That day, I took out a book and put it in my room to read, but forgot to put it back.

At this moment, Zeng Chenhua seemed to have already found the answer in his heart.

He will have to verify whether this is true or not.

So he hurried back to the room. The things on the table hadn't been touched for a long time and were all neatly arranged, but Zeng Chenhua realized something was wrong. It seemed that one of the scrolls was missing!