Chapter 77: Revenge for You "Misunderstanding?" Qi Yu sneered, "...
Qi Yu strode into the Han residence. The stone lion statues in the courtyard cast shadows in the sunlight. Seeing his sharp sword energy and furious expression, the attendants at the gate bowed and saluted, not daring to look him in the face.
The Han family's housekeeper hurried forward with a smile on his face, but when he saw the gleaming sword in Qi Yu's hand, his smile froze instantly.
"General Han is not at home today, General Qi..."
"Let Han Mo come out." Qi Yu's voice was as cold as frost, leaving no room for doubt.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, a hint of uneasiness flashing in his eyes. But seeing Qi Yu's fierce expression, he could only bite the bullet and answer, "Master Han is taking a rest in the backyard. I will go and inform him right away..."
"No need." Qi Yu interrupted coldly, took a few steps into the mansion, and went straight to the backyard.
The housekeeper didn't dare to stop him, so he could only wink at the servants. Several servants followed cautiously, not daring to get too close.
Passing through the winding corridor, angry scolding echoed from the pavilion in the backyard. Han Mo was leaning against the stone table in the pavilion, his arm wrapped in a white bandage, a faint trace of blood seeping out. He angrily scolded several followers: "A bunch of useless people! How could they let a woman faint!"
Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head slightly, but his expression changed instantly after seeing who was coming. When he saw the long sword in Qi Yu's hand shining with cold light, he trembled all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Everyone knows that General Qi has always been calm and steady, but today he came with a sword in hand. Han Mo knew that something was wrong.
"Han Mo, you're so brave." Qi Yu stared at him, a fierce murderous aura emanating from his body. "How dare you touch her?"
Han Mo's face paled slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He suppressed his panic, forced a smile, and spoke in a casual tone, "General Qi, you're wrong. I just happened to meet Miss Liu, how could I have attacked her? This is clearly a misunderstanding, right?" His fingers unconsciously rubbed the wound on his arm, his eyes flickering.
"Misunderstanding?" Qi Yu sneered, "It's a misunderstanding, so what."
Han Mo was intimidated by his cold aura, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to remain calm and put on an innocent look, "General, why are you so angry? I have no bad intentions, and this Miss Liu..." He paused deliberately, his tone contemptuous, "She is just a maid in the general's mansion. Isn't it too much for the general to care so much about her?"
Qi Yu snorted coldly, his fingers unconsciously clasping the hilt of the sword at his waist. His eyes were sharp as a knife, and every word seemed to be poisoned. "Her identity is beyond your reach." He walked slowly forward, staring at Han Mo. "Prince Han, I advise you not to get close to her again, otherwise..." His eyes fell on Han Mo's bandaged arm, and his voice was as deep as a cold pond. "Today, you used this hand?"
Han Mo's forced composure gradually crumbled, his face pale as paper. He subconsciously took a step back, but when he remembered that this was in his own house, he forced himself to be tough again: "You...what do you want?"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Qi Yu's eyes, and the sound of a long sword being unsheathed cut through the air. The sword pointed directly at Han Mo's left shoulder, and the sharp sword energy even cut through his sleeve!
bite--
A stone flew from nowhere and hit the sword, causing it to deviate from its original trajectory, but it still pierced Han Mo's original wound.
“Ahhhhhhhhh——” The shrill screams echoed throughout the backyard.
Qi Yu's expression remained unchanged. He raised his sword again, but was stopped by a voice from behind him.
"General Qi." A black-clad attendant appeared in the courtyard at some point. His voice was deep and powerful. "General Han just returned and wants you to come over."
Qi Yu looked coldly at Han Mo, who was lying on the ground in a state of disgrace, with no mercy in his eyes. "If you dare to insult her even a little, I will repay you a hundredfold. If you do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."
Han Mo felt the fierce murderous aura coming from the sword blade, and cold sweat slid down his face like rain. He no longer dared to talk back and could only nod repeatedly.
Qi Yu retracted his sword, turned around and left with the black-clad attendant.
After they walked away, Han Mo's attendant hurriedly helped him up and whispered, "General Qi is so protective of Miss Liu. I'm afraid he really values her."
Han Mo covered his wound, a sinister glint in his eyes. He sneered, his voice filled with deep resentment: "With the princess here, I want to see how long I can protect her."
*
As the summer dusk enveloped Ning'an County, the general's mansion was a scene of bustle. The pomegranate blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom, their crimson petals swaying gently in the breeze. The servants in the mansion were bustling about, bustling about, eagerly preparing to welcome Qi Yu and Liu Yeshu back.
In the deserted village, Liu's mother stood at the door, her eyes full of anticipation. When she saw Liu Yeshu's figure, tears of joy instantly welled up in her eyes.
After they sat down, Liu Yeshu reached out and took off the faded wooden hairpin from his mother's bun. Then he opened the package he was carrying and took out the hollow carved silver hairpin to put on his mother.
"Look, how beautiful." Liu Yeshu examined it with satisfaction, and took out a pair of exquisite silver earrings, "It will be a perfect match with these earrings."
When Liu's mother saw them, she couldn't help showing a look of surprise, her eyes filled with unconcealable joy: "Shu'er, these earrings and silver hairpins are so beautiful, wouldn't it be better for you to keep them for yourself?" She carefully picked up the silver hairpin, looking at it carefully, her eyes revealing love and joy.
"I bought it myself, specially for you." Liu Yeshu held her mother's hand. "Before, to pay the fine in court, you sold your most beloved silver hairpins, and I've been wanting to give them to you. But the craftsmen in Ning'an County are crude, and they don't have such delicate designs. This time, I went to the capital and found something comparable."
Mother Liu smiled, tears welling in her eyes. With trembling hands, she put the earrings on and gently shook her head in front of the bronze mirror. The silver earrings swayed with her movements, reflecting tiny specks of starlight. She turned and looked at her daughter lovingly, "Good child, your filial piety is truly appreciated."
"Ye Shu! Ye Shu!" A familiar voice called out from outside the door, a voice I could hear before I saw the person. Widow Wang rushed in, her face, slightly roughened by years of work, was filled with a smile. "I heard you're back. Did your journey go smoothly?"
"Sister Wang," she said gently, handing the spices to Widow Wang. "You work hard every day, especially in the summer. These spices can calm your mind and help you sleep. Lighting one at night will help you sleep well."
Widow Wang was stunned upon hearing this. Her fingers gently stroked the delicate packaging of the spice bag, and her eyes suddenly reddened. "Ye Shu," she choked out, "I was thinking you'd bring us some rare treasures when you returned from the capital, but I didn't expect..." Her fingers trembled slightly, "I didn't expect you to remember such a small thing of mine."
"These teas were also brought from the capital," Liu Yeshu took out another bag of high-quality tea. "You can brew some and drink it to relieve fatigue. I also bought some seeds. If they taste good, I'll plant some and sell them in the store later."
Xiao Yu'er, standing nearby, could no longer contain her curiosity, her eyes sparkling as she watched. Liu Yeshu smiled and pulled out a roll of soft pink cotton cloth and several delicate ribbons from the package. The cloth shone softly in the setting sun, like a ethereal sunset glow.
"Xiao Yu'er," she handed the cloth to the girl who always wore plain clothes, "You are always diligent in helping out, so it's time for you to dress up. This cloth is light and breathable, perfect for a girl of your age."
Xiao Yuer took the fabric and gently stroked the silky smoothness with her slender fingers. Her eyes lit up instantly, twinkling like stars, and the corners of her mouth curled up into the brightest smile. "Sister Liu, this fabric is so soft and comfortable. I've never seen anything so beautiful!" She couldn't wait to try the ribbon on herself, like a child who had found a new toy, her face filled with unconcealed joy.
"Be good," Liu Yeshu stroked Xiao Yu'er's hair gently, then turned to ask her mother, "Mom, where are Dad and Ling'er?"
"Your father went to chop wood, and Ling'er is busy in the chicken coop." Mother Liu answered while carefully stroking the new silver hairpin.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the wooden walls of the chicken coop. Liu Yeshu followed the familiar path and could hear the cheerful clucking of chickens in the distance. Before he even got close, he saw Liu Yeling peeking out from the coop, his delicate face lit up with surprise.
"Sister, you're back!"
Liu Yeshu handed him the carefully prepared package with a gentle smile on her lips: "Here are the books and some snacks you asked for. Remember to eat on time and don't just busy yourself." Liu Yeling took the package, her face filled with unconcealable joy, and she agreed repeatedly.
She carefully inspected the chicken coop, her eyes glancing over the newly built fences, nodding to herself. Suddenly, Liu Yeling coughed softly behind her, her voice a bit shy, typical of a teenager. "Sis, while you were away, Fang Bai worked tirelessly for the chicken coop. He...he's really nice. Would you consider him?"
Liu Yeshu was slightly startled. She turned her head and saw Liu Yeling's sincere gaze, filled with unconcealed anticipation. She smiled softly and shook her head, "You, why are you so thoughtful? Fang Bai is here to help, and he's a warm-hearted person, but when it comes to love, how can it be achieved simply by being suitable?"
Liu Yeling persisted, "Sister, I can see that Fang Bai is genuinely doing this for your own good. Whether it's repairing fences, building chicken coops, or helping to feed the chicks, he's working tirelessly. It's clear he's not doing this for the meager wages we offer! I can see in his eyes that he has a certain... admiration for you."
Liu Yeshu smiled helplessly and patted her brother's shoulder: "But matters of the heart can't be based on passion alone. Although Fang Bai is a good person, he is not the one destined for me."
Liu Yeling suddenly became anxious and couldn't help asking, "But he has an easygoing personality and is devoted to you. Aren't you tempted?"
Liu Yeshu just shook her head slightly, her eyes looking far away.
Seeing her expression, Liu Yeling, though unwilling, tactfully stopped talking and simply sighed softly, "Sister, I just want you to be happy. Seeing Fang Bai do so much for you, I've always thought that if I could fulfill his infatuation, it wouldn't be in vain."
Liu Yeshu touched his head and teased mischievously, "Then go be with Fang Bai."
"Sister!" The boy's face flushed immediately and he stomped his feet in frustration.
Liu Yeshu laughed so hard that she fell backwards.
*
On a summer afternoon, a cool breeze gently blew through the corridors of the General's Mansion. Qi Yu was concentrating on reading the documents in his hands, his eyes focused, and a hint of sharpness between his brows.
Steward Zhao stood respectfully by, holding a thick account book. He hesitated briefly, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice just enough to speak: "General, I've reviewed the daily supply accounts for the barracks and discovered a significant demand for chicken. Miss Liu's chicken coop is doing quite well. What do you think, General? Could you use her chicken coop to supply the barracks' needs?"
Qi Yu didn't even raise his head: "Why not."
A gleam of relief flashed across Butler Zhao's eyes, and he immediately accepted the order, saying, "I understand. I'll arrange the handover right away. From now on, I'll provide the required supplies each month and submit the detailed accounts to the general." He then quietly approached, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Qi Yu's ear, "General, I have some news about Miss Liu."
Qi Yu raised his eyes slightly and put down the document in his hand: "What's the matter?"
"Ms. Liu's chicken coop has been taken care of lately by a young man named Fang Bai," Butler Zhao said, choosing his words carefully. "He's a distant relative of Widow Wang. I heard... he's quite interested in Miss Liu and helps out at the chicken coop almost every day."
Qi Yu's expression changed slightly, and he repeated in a low voice: "Help?"
Ever since returning from the capital, Butler Zhao had noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere between the General and Miss Liu. Seeing this, he cautiously asked, "General, would you like me to investigate this matter further?"
"No need." Qi Yu picked up the document again, and after a moment, he spoke slowly.
"Prepare some things and go to the Liu family tomorrow."
Butler Zhao immediately understood and quietly retreated with a thoughtful smile on his face.
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