Chapter 17: Pretending to be weak – do you want me to hug you or carry you on my back?

Jiang Yu raised her eyes and was amused by his words, "Go back to your own home, why are you asking me?"

The sounds of swallowing in the courtyard fell silent! Ye Zishan had his bun in his mouth for a while, and it was still intact. He took his bowl and hid behind a tree, peeking out cautiously. The eagles on the top of the tree were squeaking incessantly.

"What about him? Is he going back with you too?"

"Lian Quesheng, probably. He has other business in Shen Wuke." Jiang Yu calculated the days. He really had to go back soon. "Shen Jiuxu's seventh day after death is approaching, and perhaps the person behind it will show up."

Lian Quesheng went to help him put on a show and appease the elders. The two had already discussed it beforehand, but they hadn't explained it to Shen Jiu yet.

"Can I go back with you? I don't know where to go."

Shen Jiuxu asked in a low voice. He remembered that it was written in the storybook that one should act coquettishly and pretend to be weak at the right time to better achieve one's own goals, just like that young master of the Marquis's mansion would pretend to be sick and faint in the temple from time to time.

Jiang Yu found his appearance incredibly adorable, suppressed a laugh, and patted him on the shoulder, "Of course, aren't you my guard? Who else would you follow if not me?"

The person in front of him suddenly brightened up, looking at him with a joyful expression, "Then when shall we set off?"

"Wait until Lian Quesheng wakes up?"

Jiang Yu raised his chin. When he got up earlier, he asked Xi Chuang to call his master once, but the windows and doors were tightly closed, and there was even a barrier set up outside. Even and long breathing sounds came from inside.

I immediately guessed that he had fallen asleep.

"Okay, I'll go pack my luggage first."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Shen Jiuxu became reserved again, strictly adhering to the ambivalent approach to conversation written in the book.

"Um."

Jiang Yu nodded, not caring about so much. He still needed to go see Yun Gui again; there were still some things he hadn't clarified.

At the Lord of Yunshui City's mansion, the fluttering petals were picked up by the servants and maids, put into bags, and thrown far away so that the Lord of Yunshui wouldn't see them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the city lord will punish us again if he wakes up and sees us." Steward Wang was so anxious that he was covered in sweat. He pulled his sleeve over his face to wipe the sweat, and his collar immediately became wet. If he wrung it out, he could probably get half a bowl of water out.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu strolled over casually, raising an eyebrow at the group. "What's wrong with these flowers?"

"Young Master Jiang... what brings you here?" Butler Wang said obsequiously. Ever since he learned of this man's identity, he dared not be disrespectful anymore and hurriedly ran to him. "The city lord has recently lost interest in flowers, so he asked us to clean them all up so they don't appear in front of him."

"This is quite troublesome!" Jiang Yu exclaimed. "It's clear that City Lord Yun is in high spirits!"

"Young Master Jiang, please stop talking and come in."

Yun Gui was inside the room with a dark expression. Did they really think he hadn't heard? There was only one window between them, and he could hear everything clearly. What exactly was Jiang Yu trying to do? Why did he come to torment him every few days?

"Lord Yun, I apologize for disturbing you."

Jiang Yu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down at the table. "How come you look so pale after just one night? Didn't you get enough rest?"

I haven't been getting enough rest, and it's all because of you.

Yun Gui gritted his teeth, but maintained a basic calm on his face. "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Jiang. It's just that the weather is hot and I can't sleep well at night. In addition, the fragrance of these flowers is unbearable, so I asked them to clean it up."

"oh."

The chaotic footsteps outside only made Yun Gui more agitated. "What Young Master Jiang wanted to know, I already told you last night. Is there anything else you need this time?"

"I'd like a copy of the list of people who attended the banquet last night," Jiang Yu said bluntly. "You should be familiar with the seventh day after Sect Leader Shen's death in a few days, right?"

"nature."

"I want you to go over there and tell everyone the whole story of his death."

The once clear sky had turned gloomy at some point. Jiang Yu was sitting directly opposite the window, and gusts of wind were blowing against the window, making a clanging sound.

The sky darkened too quickly, becoming completely black in an instant, just like the pupils of Jiang Yu's eyes when he looked at him. Yun Gui wondered what Jiang Yu was up to.

"Actually, I don't know how Sect Master Shen died. That night, Bai Yuechun told me to take Sect Master Shen to Jingchuan Temple and leave everything else to him."

"Later he asked me to write to you, saying that the person was already dead. I asked him where the body was."

Yun Gui still remembers Bai Yuechun's expression at that time, as if he had been exposed for lying and was furious. He turned his face away and said in a cold tone, "He was burned. Do you want Shen Wuke's people to find out how he died?"

"I didn't dare to argue with him, so I had no choice but to listen to him and write you a letter. What am I supposed to say about that?"

What he said was exactly the same as what Bai Yuechun said. Bai Yuechun also said that he killed him. Jiang Yu couldn't figure out the truth for a while. "Just say it like this. Make up the details yourself. If they don't believe me, I'll kill you."

"I said you... fine, fine." Yun Gui said helplessly, her eyes darting away from the sword Jiang Yu was holding, which he used to threaten her with at the drop of a hat. "Do I need to say anything else?"

"Need not."

After giving his instructions, Jiang Yu left. He looked at the list. Apart from the officials of Yunshui City and the disciples of Xingchenque, Yun Gui had also invited a few rogue cultivators. He couldn't see anything wrong with any of them for the time being.

There must have been someone else who sneaked in. Who could it be? Someone who could kill Shen Jiuxu so quietly, and then frame Bai Yuechun for his death, knowing he would appear at the banquet, and even deliberately setting a trap to injure Xi Chuang, thus luring Lian Quesheng over.

This elaborate scheme is truly not to be underestimated.

Jiang Yu folded the list a few times and tied it to the leg of the paper crane. "Give it to Dianxing and have him invite all the people on the list over."

The paper crane flapped its wings and flew away in a few moments.

It was still raining, and Jiang Yu hadn't brought an umbrella. He didn't want to get wet. The people from the City Lord's Mansion had offered him an umbrella, but Jiang Yu refused. He had used his sword for too long last night, and his wrist was still aching.

He decided to forgo his umbrella and wait under the eaves for a while until the rain stopped before heading back. He'd become increasingly lazy these days; before, rain wouldn't have stopped him at all, and he'd run around everywhere on his sword even without an umbrella.

Jiang Yu sat on the threshold at the door, resting his chin on his hands and waiting for the rain to stop. But the rain only got heavier, with large raindrops pattering down from the roof tiles, accompanied by a few claps of thunder.

It seems I won't be able to go back anytime soon.

Jiang Yu was a little bored, so he picked up a stick and scribbled on the ground. Shen Jiuxu used to do this often. For a while, he went up the mountain with his grandfather to collect herbs. It was a forbidden area, and no one except Jiang family members was allowed to enter. So he always waited at the outermost stone tablet.

Every time Jiang Yu came out, he would see his own portrait on the ground. He didn't know where Jiang Yu got so much time each time. Jiang Yu tried to draw it himself, but his drawing skills were not good. He spent several hours and finally only drew a round wine pot.

He suspected that Shen Jiuxu might have many hands, otherwise how could he draw so quickly and well?

"Why hasn't Young Master Jiang returned yet?" Ye Zishan had watched him leave, but after waiting all morning, he still hadn't seen him. He muttered under his breath as he squatted by the door.

Which direction did he go?

"Ah, over there, it looks like the city lord's mansion."

"Thank you." Shen Jiuxu took a step and walked away. Ye Zishan only needed to look up to see that he was already in the air. "Running so fast?"

"Jiang Feiwan".

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Yu dropped the wooden stick in his hand and saw Shen Jiuxu running towards him with an umbrella in the distance. The ground was flooded due to the prolonged rain, and he ran fast, his long, slender legs wrapped in dark cloth getting wet from the rain.

"Why didn't you send me a message if you didn't bring an umbrella?"

Shen Jiuxu scooped him up, staring at the innocent expression on the man's face. He felt the chill emanating from the man's clothes and was immediately furious. "Perhaps you should ask someone inside for an umbrella."

"I just didn't want to use an umbrella. The rain stopped soon, and they gave me one," Jiang Yu explained. "You didn't need to come pick me up."

"I won't listen. The rain is too heavy, your clothes will get wet. Do you want me to carry you or put me on your back?"

A note from the author:

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Dot Star: Does everyone still remember who I am?

For those who don't remember, you can look up Chapter 2. She was one of the guards that Shen Jiuxu arranged in the main hall of Shen Wuke.

Shen Jiuxu: I'm going to rise! No one can stop me! Today I very forcefully asked Young Master Jiang if he wanted a hug or a piggyback ride? Yay! (V-sign)

It's so frustrating, why aren't you guys showing up at all? [Crying emoji]