Chapter 64 Anger "Wen Liuqing, you are Brother Wen Zheliu, how could you...

What is going on?

The emotional heart started beating faster than the rational brain, and He Jiuyue stood behind the threshold, feeling a little breathless just looking at the mess on the ground.

Wen Zheliu loves cleanliness, just like a cat likes to lick its fur.

Even if he was blind, he wouldn't have made such a mess in the room.

Unless... someone forces me.

But it’s a mess, as long as other people are fine.

"Hearing the willows being broken?" He Jiuyue asked softly.

But the house was silent, without any whining or moaning from that person. The only answer she got was the whistling sound of the wind blowing in through the window.

How strange! Why didn't he answer? Was he asleep?

However, he had not rested all night yesterday and was exhausted from traveling by boat and car this morning. He was weak and had always lacked energy, so he was just tired.

For fear of disturbing Wen Zheliu's sleep, He Jiuyue took off his boots outside the house, avoided the scattered objects on the ground, and tiptoed inside.

The curtains were still hanging, and the view on the bed was like a woman holding a pipa, half covering her face. It was too far to see clearly.

He Jiuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Zheliu would only let down the bed curtains when he was resting. He was indeed resting. Fortunately, she didn't disturb him.

But a few hours of sleep should be enough.

"fold……"

Thinking that Wen Zheliu hadn't eaten anything today and had vomited out all the rice porridge he had managed to eat in the morning, He Jiuyue gently lifted the curtain, wanting to call the sleeping person inside to sit up, eat something, and rest for a while.

But when she saw the soft pillow that she had personally placed on Wen Zheliu's waist, the smile on He Jiuyue's lips froze.

There was no one on the couch at all.

The hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and He Jiuyue's hands holding the bed curtain trembled slightly.

If Wen Zheliu is not on the couch, where else could it be?

As she took off her boots and entered, she looked around the room, not seeing a single moving thing.

The panic brought by the unknown instantly swept over his whole body. He Jiuyue stood there in a daze for a long time, and then he turned the main hall inside and out while calling Wen Zheliu's name.

Her fingertips were bleeding from scratching the cracks in the bricks, but she still couldn't find the person.

His mind was blank, and He Jiuyue dragged heavy steps to the threshold like a walking corpse.

Unlike her usual decisiveness, she acted slowly.

It seems that every move requires tremendous effort.

He Jiuyue clearly knew that the guards had been unconscious for a while, and was not sure where Wen Zheliu was at the moment. He was probably not even sure whether Wen Zheliu was in the main hall, but he still spoke.

"Sir, have you ever been out?"

The guards were waiting for the princess and the young master to be sweet, so that they could ask the young master to intercede and reduce their punishment. After a long time without hearing the man's voice, they felt a little uneasy: "My princess, I have never seen him."

He Jiuyue's heartbeat stopped and it took him several moments to catch his breath.

"Search!" Her eyes were as cold as stars.

Everyone went back and forth, turning the entire princess's mansion upside down.

But I found nothing, not even a shadow of it.

"You guys, go to the city gate and see if anyone who looks like the young master is coming in or out." He Jiuyue was in a state of panic, but he just followed his instinct as a general and calmed himself down. He ordered the guards, "The rest, stay in the mansion and continue searching."

Three hours later, He Jiuyue stopped pacing back and forth in the courtyard. He raised his hand to stop the guards who were searching in the mansion and ordered someone to go to the city gate to call back another team of people.

"How is it?"

The guards all knelt down, trembling like leaves flying in the wind.

"I am incompetent and have failed to obtain any information related to Master Wen. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

He Jiuyue leaned against the door, speechless for a long time.

"Princess, there has been some progress in the matter being investigated by the Grand Court Justice Guan!"

Chen Jin ran away and was about to report the good news to He Jiuyue in a loud voice, but was frightened by He Jiuyue's face which was as dark as the abyss.

"You..." She swallowed, not daring to look directly at He Jiuyue. Her eyes were wandering. She was about to pick one person out from the servants kneeling on the ground to ask what was going on, but she heard He Jiuyue say indifferently.

"What progress? Tell me."

Chen Jin was startled by her low and hoarse voice. After a pause, he said, "But it's inconvenient to let Master Wen know about this..."

"Just say it here." He Jiuyue spoke each word clearly, and the bloodshot eyes that had accumulated in them at some point were frighteningly red.

"The Dali Temple has arrested Wen Liuqing."

He Jiuyue frowned.

She had forgotten that Wen Liuqing had no blood relationship with Wen Zheliu, but in name, he was Wen Zheliu's biological brother with the same mother and father.

In my memory, Wen Liuqing was always so silly, and only knew how to be nice to Wen Zheliu, who had no relationship with him.

Would he break into the princess's residence and take Wen Zheliu away?

He Jiuyue went straight to the Dali Temple's Sky Prison without saying a word.

It was New Year's Day, and people were coming and going in the market. Seeing that she couldn't ride her horse, she simply used her lightness skills and flew to the Dali Temple. She flew past Guan Ze, who was returning home to take a bath covered in blood, and kicked Wen Liuqing, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Where did you hide Wen Zheliu?"

The tip of her boot crushed Wen Liuqing's cheek, her face expressionless, like the King of Hell.

Wen Liuqing was so painful that he was speechless for a moment.

"Zheliu, aren't you enjoying life in your house?"

He Jiuyue bent down slightly and looked down at the confused man on the ground, like a giant python entangling its prey, hissing and spitting out its tongue.

"He's gone."

Wen Liuqing's pupils dilated slightly.

"I'm sorry, I thought he was with you all the time. I haven't seen Zheliu for a while since we escaped from the execution ground. I really don't know where he is now."

"you do not know?"

He Jiuyue repeated these words three or five times, enunciating each word, and then she laughed. The corners of her mouth curled up, but her eyes were extremely cold.

"Wen Liuqing, you are Brother Wen Zheliu, how come you don't know where he is?"

"It's been so long since the untouchables have come into contact with him...ah!"

He Jiuyue took the spiked iron whip hanging nearby and swung it at Wen Liuqing.

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you."

The dim candlelight in the prison was swayed by the wind brought by the whip. He Jiuyue raised the whip and hit Wen Liuqing every time he asked "Where is Wen Zheliu?"

From the moment she picked up the whip, her voice was as steady as the calm sea surface.

It was just a whip that came on harder and harder.

"Feel sorry."

The skin and flesh on his body were flying, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat. Wen Liu Qing spat out the blood foam in his mouth while He Jiuyue was whipping him.

"Junior sister, I really don't know where Zheliu went."

"Junior sister? How dare you call me Junior Sister?"

He Jiuyue's face was as gloomy as water.

"You collaborated with your mother and father, and I don't know how many sisters who fought on the front lines with me were harmed. Now you're talking to me about the friendship between fellow apprentices and brothers. Is that interesting?"

Wen Liuqing closed his eyes and let the cold sweat brought by the pain flow down his forehead.

"……Feel sorry."

He Jiuyue moved his slightly sore wrist, put the iron whip back to its original place, and stepped on Wen Liuqing's left leg, which had been injured by an old injury, with the tip of his boot.

"If you don't want to talk about Wen Zheliu, then let's talk about you. Tell me, who has been hiding you all this time?"

Wen Liuqing closed his eyes and fell into deathly silence again.

Chen Jin listened to the whipping sound which stopped for about a moment and then started again, and sighed silently.

Wen Liuqing also has a stubborn temper, like a mute person, and doesn't answer anything you ask.

The princess was furious and it was obvious that she would not tolerate tough tactics but soft tactics. If he insisted on a head-on confrontation, then it would be a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten.

Guan Ze had just returned home to clean up the bloodstains, change his clothes, and favor a few beauties when he came back to see the prison door closed and the sound of whipping coming from inside. He raised his brows.

"Adjutant Chen, what are you doing here? Who's wielding the whip? I haven't even given the order, so why are you torturing me?"

"The one inside is the princess."

Chen Jin was about to continue explaining when she saw Guan Ze frowning and about to go into the house to stop He Jiuyue, so she hurriedly stopped her.

"Don't go in now. That person is missing, and the princess is furious. If she doesn't calm down, I'm afraid she won't get better. Let the princess be for now."

Guan Ze was stunned for a moment: "Who? Who is missing?"

"The one the princess has locked up in her house."

Chen Jin still couldn't figure it out. "Isn't it strange? The Princess's Mansion is so tightly controlled, how could Wen Zheliu, a man so weak as to be unable to even lift a finger, disappear without a trace?"

"Wen Zheliu is missing? How could that happen?"

Guan Ze couldn't believe that Wen Zheliu disappeared, but she had been in the Dali Temple for a long time and had seen many strange people and things. Although she was surprised for a moment, she reacted after a while.

"You said the mansion has been searched several times, but what about the city gate? Has the princess sent anyone to check the city gate?"

"I checked." Chen Jin sighed deeply.

"The moment she discovered Master Wen was missing, the princess ordered people to intercept him at the city gate, but they found nothing.

"It's New Year's Day today, and every household is busy moving around. Many people are coming to the capital, and many are leaving. The city gates are completely blocked, but after half a day of searching, we still haven't received any information."

When Guan Ze heard that the person had been missing for nearly half a day and still had no clue, he sighed.

"I've handled missing persons cases before. Logically, there should be some progress within half a day. Since Mr. Wen's status is special, and there's still no news, I'm afraid we'll have to send more personnel outside the capital."

Chen Jin turned around and was about to act on his own, but was afraid that He Jiuyue would explode at this critical moment, so he timidly withdrew his foot.

"Let's wait for the princess to come out before making a decision."

Wen Zheliu huddled in the carriage and slept soundly for three days. It was said that he was resting, but it seemed more like he was unconscious.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw the glaring sun.

Well, I can finally see again.

Outside the carriage, fine snow was falling from the sky.

Xiaobai had been sitting next to Wen Zheliu. When he noticed that he opened his eyes, he approached him cautiously.

"Sir, what are you looking at?"

...Xiaobai, who loves to get to the bottom of things, didn't even ask him why he was in this Xiyue carriage?

Perhaps noticing the confusion that Wen Zheliu deliberately revealed in his eyes and eyebrows, Xiaobai's dark face turned slightly red. He reached out and pulled the blanket covering Wen Zheliu over his neck, then gently lifted the blanket and stuffed the hot water bottle into Wen Zheliu's cold palm.

"Commander Dugu has already explained to me the reason why I am here. My lord, you are weak, so there is no need to bother explaining it to me again."

Oh, he knows everything, that's good.

Wen Zheliu supported himself on the cushion and tried to sit up, but just as he raised his head a little, his lungs suddenly felt stuffy and an itchy feeling rose in his throat.

"Ahem, Xueyu, ahem, where are you?"

Whenever he coughed, he always felt weak, so when he had the soft and warm Snow Jade, he always loved to hug it.

Xiaobai carried Xueyu into the carriage and picked up the kettle to pour him a small cup of warm water.

"As you head northwest, the air will get drier. You'll need to drink more water."

Wen Zheliu exhaled a breath of white air. His face was as white as snow and jade, and with the ethereal smoke as a backdrop, he looked like a god riding on the clouds in a fairyland.

"But it's almost Spring Festival?"

"Just a few days ago." Xiaobai nodded, as if thinking of something related. He pounded his chest twice with a lingering fear. "It was during the Spring Festival when many people were traveling, so Commander Dugu managed to sneak out with his men. You were unconscious at the time and didn't realize how strict the inspection was."

Wen Zheliu pinched Xueyu's ears, touched from between its ears to the back, and smoothed its entire fur several times.

"During the Spring Festival, families should be reunited, but I took you on the road of escape, causing you to be unable to reunite with your family. Do you blame me?"

"I don't blame you!" Xiaobai knelt down and kowtowed. "My own mother and father both died, and I was adopted by a neighboring woman. But ever since I learned of your identity, I've kowtowed to her, given her some silver, and severed all ties with her..."

"I belong entirely to you, my master. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I will follow you till death!"

He called the word "slave" in a sonorous and powerful voice.

It was completely different from the soft and lingering "slave" that Wen Zheliu called out to He Jiuyue in the princess's mansion.

"Get up."

Xiaobai's self-proclaimed title of "slave" changed from "servant" ever since he left the palace lingered in his ears. The moments when he was a slave in the past and got along with He Jiuyue came to his mind. Wen Zheliu felt a headache coming on, and slowly pressed his forehead with his white hands.

"From now on, you don't have to call yourself a slave, just call yourself a subordinate."

Even though He Jiuyue told him that he didn't have to be her slave, he was still willing to stay in this position.

He is a flower himself, very delicate.

Only when planted in the soil named He Jiuyue can it take root and sprout, and only with the thunder, rain and careful care from He Jiuyue can it branch out and spread.

Even if I become her slave, what's the harm?

He himself is He Jiuyue's slave, so how can he take in another slave?

This is against the rules.

"Yes!" Xiaobai had a serious look on his face the whole time and didn't realize the difference between the two titles. He responded seriously and was about to say "goodbye" and go outside to keep watch for Wen Zheliu when he was stopped by him again.

"Wait a minute."

Wen Zheliu supported himself on the table with one hand pressing his forehead, and rubbed his lower abdomen with the other hand.

"Since you left the palace, have you been able to gather any information about the princess?"