Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Lover
After everything returned to normal, with only a few days until her wedding, Yu Wanyin was waiting to be married at home.
She was tidying up her clothes when she suddenly pulled out a light green short-sleeved shirt.
This is a short shirt that Aunt Duan tailored for her in the village of Jiangling.
Yu Wanyin gently stroked her fingers for a moment.
The rough texture of the linen still lingered on my fingertips.
It was a bandit camp, and everyone who heard of it turned pale with fear.
But Yu Wanyin thought they were quite nice.
The world is going to the dogs; it's strange to see people who are neither soldiers nor bandits.
Qing Song turned to look at Yu Wanyin's actions, "I'll help you put it away, Miss."
She was about to take it when she realized it was a coarse linen garment, the same one Yu Wanyin had worn the day the Prime Minister had found her outside. "This is..."
Yu Wanyin folded the short shirt neatly and put it at the bottom of the box. "That female doctor gave it to me."
She didn't plan to bring anything related to the bandit camp to the Prime Minister's residence, and since it was kept at home, she probably wouldn't have the chance to wear it again.
Now that she's back, she should forget about that experience.
Bringing it up will only cause trouble for them and for ourselves.
Just pretend she never met the bandit king and wasn't taken back to the mountain stronghold by him.
It was just a dream fraught with danger and riddled with lies.
Yu Wanyin was trying to forget everything and was tidying up the house with Qingsong when a whistling sound suddenly came from the wall outside.
Yu Wanyin looked in the direction of the sound and saw the fifteen-year-old boy sitting on the wall, holding something in his hand and showing it off to her triumphantly.
Yu Wanyin ignored him.
Yu Shao is the second child of his stepmother and Yu Sheng, and the only male in the family that Yu Sheng had been eagerly awaiting.
It was only after Yu Shao was born that Yu Sheng completely stopped caring about her.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, this young master has always gotten what he wanted and is used to being arrogant and domineering.
Most of the time it's just bluffing, throwing things around to embarrass others.
Yu Shao received no response, so he called out, "Hey, your things are with me."
Yu Wanyin still ignored him.
Yu Shao drew out his words in anger, "Yu Wanyin, where did you find your lover who knows you're getting married and even sends you a message?"
"Several letters were sent while you were away."
Yu Wanyin paused in tidying the room, looked in the direction of the sound, and indeed saw Yu Shao holding a familiar envelope in his hand.
The envelope is made of a special material: parchment.
Yu Wanyin immediately went out the door, looked at the boy on the wall, and calmly said three words, "Take it down."
Seeing Yu Wanyin's expression change, Yu Shao once again adopted his smug demeanor, "Now you know you're in a hurry? Too late."
Yu Shao casually hung the letter on the highest branch, saying, "If you're so capable, come and get it yourself, or kneel down and beg me."
As he spoke, he jumped down from the wall and leaned against the side, ready to watch Yu Wanyin's helpless expression.
Unexpectedly, Yu Wanyin only looked at him for a while before leaving the courtyard.
The maidservant beside Yu Shao was a little uneasy. "Young master, this is going too far. Please take it down for the young lady."
"The eldest daughter's wedding is imminent, so we have to give the Prime Minister some face."
Yu Shao snorted disdainfully, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips. "She'll get anxious after a while, and she'll be begging me for help."
Everyone in the family dotes on him, except for his eldest sister who ignores him every day. She should have been taught a lesson long ago.
Yu Shao said leisurely, "She needs to get used to being polite to me. After all, I'm the future head of the family, and she'll be asking me for favors more often..."
Before Yu Shao could finish speaking, Yu Wanyin and Qing Song brought back a fire basket.
It was filled with Yu Shao's precious footballs, swords, bows and arrows, saddles and armor.
Yu Wanyin poured a layer of oil into it.
With a splash, the contents of the fire basket were thoroughly drenched.
It was like pouring cold water on Yu Shao.
Yu Shao's expression changed drastically in an instant, "What are you doing?!"
Yu Wanyin lit the tinderbox in her hand and flicked the sparks.
As the sparks drifted down, he calmly said, "Take it down."
"You've gone too far! Believe me or not, I'll tell your father, and you'll be in big trouble!"
Yu Wanyin looked at Yu Shao, who was rolling up his sleeves aggressively, and said, "Things don't happen more than three times. I won't say it a third time."
Yu Shao stopped as expected, jumping up and down in frustration. He pointed at Yu Wanyin's nose, hesitated, and then cursed.
He immediately turned around, clenched his fists, and braced himself to climb over the wall to retrieve the letter he had just hung up.
He exerted tremendous force, venting his dissatisfaction, almost crushing the letter to pieces.
After getting off, he strode over to Yu Wanyin and threw the bag at her feet, saying, "It really is a treasure given by my lover."
Yu Wanyin watched his actions, slowly lowering the tinder in her hand above the fire basket. "Pick it up."
Yu Shao glared at her angrily for a while, then had no choice but to bend down and pick up the letters from the ground. "Alright then."
Qing Song reached out, and Yu Shao slapped Qing Song's palm hard.
It was almost a resounding slap.
Qing Song's arm went numb, and her palms instantly became red and engorged with blood.
Yu Wanyin frowned, about to say something more.
Yu Shao kicked over a flowerpot next to him. "You wretch! The Prime Minister married you because of the Yu family's reputation, not so you could abuse your power! Who do you think you are!"
He immediately ordered his belongings to be moved away after he finished speaking.
"Yu Shao!" Yu Wanyin took two steps forward, but was stopped by Qing Song. "Miss, it's better to avoid trouble."
Yu Heyue happened to be passing by outside the courtyard when she ran into Yu Shao swaggering out.
Yu Shao suppressed his anger and vented it on Yu Heyue, saying, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."
After saying that, Yu Shao pushed Yu Heyue's shoulder away and walked out.
A maidservant quickly helped her up, saying, "Miss."
Yu Heyue shook her head, indicating that she was alright.
She turned to look into the courtyard, where Yu Wanyin anxiously checked Qing Song's hand, sent someone to fetch medicine, and then pulled Qing Song into the house.
Yu Heyue stood at the door for a long time.
Even her maidservants had no idea what she was thinking.
Yu Wanyin looked at Qing Song's palm, which was now tinged with red, and estimated that it would soon turn into a bruise. "I'm sorry."
Upon hearing this, Qing Song hurriedly said, "It's alright, Master, you don't need to feel guilty towards me."
She handed the letter to Yu Wanyin.
Yu Wanyin wasn't in a hurry to look, and first helped her apply the medicine, saying, "I don't treat them all like this."
"Didn't you see? Apart from you, no one in this courtyard is on my side?"
Qing Song truly didn't notice; she looked outside.
Just then, Yu Heyue walked in from outside and called out, "Sister."
Qing Song was about to get up to make room for Yu Heyue when Yu Wanyin gently pinched her arm.
Yu Wanyin gently reminded him, "Apply the medicine before you leave."
The maid beside Yu Heyue straightened her face, "Young Miss, this way of treating guests is inappropriate. How can the master be standing while you make your servant sit..."
"You talk too much," Yu Heyue stopped her. "It's good that you care about the people around you, sister."
Yu Wanyin spoke up at the right moment, "I was thinking there were plenty of seats in this room, so please feel free to sit wherever you like. We're sisters, not outsiders."
Qing Song was used to being cautious and reserved. Seeing that the medicine was almost applied, she quickly withdrew her hand and took her leave.
Even so, Yu Heyue did not sit down. "My elder sister is getting married soon, and I've been feeling uneasy lately."
Yu Wanyin found this intriguing, "What do you mean?"
“The Prime Minister is young but holds a high position and great power. He may not be easy to deal with. Have you thought about bringing a helper with you?”
Yu Wanyin paused for a moment, then said, "Qing Song is quite efficient."
“It’s not that kind of helper.” Yu Heyue thought of her mother’s instructions. “It’s the helper who serves by the Prime Minister’s side.”
"It is common for sisters in the court to marry together. This journey to the Prime Minister's residence is dangerous. I hope you, elder sister, will take care of each other in the future."
Yu Wanyin had always known that Yu Heyue was shrewd and charming.
Everyone who meets her likes her and praises her.
Yu Heyue was able to coax Yu Guangli, whose parents doted on Yu Shao, into having a place for her, and no longer seeing herself.
If she were to go to the Prime Minister's residence, Yu Heyue's strengths would certainly be put to full use.
She coaxed the prime minister into obeying her every word.
In fact, this is the true nature of family political marriages.
Instead of marrying someone like herself who has no desire to contribute to the family, she would instead exhaust herself working in the Prime Minister's residence.
Yu Wanyin took a sip of tea. "Actually, it would have been best to choose you from the beginning."
She is still afraid. Especially after her trip to Jiangling, she has been worried ever since she returned, praying that Chu Yu will not investigate her thoroughly. If he finds out any trace of her connection with the bandit camp and discovers that she lied to him and actually spent several days in the same room with the bandit king, and was touched and hugged by him, she will be in deep trouble.
He was, after all, a man who murdered his father and seized power.
Yu Wanyin asked casually, "Didn't Father and Mother mention you when they were arranging your marriage with the Prime Minister?"
Yu Heyue pursed her lips and remained silent.
The maidservant standing nearby thought that Yu Wanyin was mocking their young lady.
How could it not have been mentioned?
No matter how many times they brought it up, the Left Prime Minister wouldn't take the bait. Could they possibly force someone else to take the bait?
Yu Heyue looked somewhat embarrassed. "I was thinking that if you could mention it to the Prime Minister, I could enter the Prime Minister's residence and help you relieve your worries."
“I am but a nobody, and I am just trying to put someone in the Prime Minister’s bedchamber. He may not listen to me,” Yu Wanyin thought for a moment and came up with the safest way. “Otherwise, you can ask your father and mother to discuss it with the Prime Minister.”
"If I could be replaced, everyone would be happy."
The maid rolled her eyes. If she could have replaced the bride on the eve of the wedding, she would have done so long ago. She's just saying this because she can't be replaced.
"If a young lady doesn't want to, she doesn't want to. Why mock us?"
Yu Wanyin's eyelids twitched. "I'm serious."
Yu Heyue forced a smile. "In that case, I won't bother you any longer, elder sister."
After she finished speaking, she left Yu Wanyin's room with her maid.
Yu Wanyin thought they were very strange.
I've offered suggestions, but I'm still not satisfied.
Once outside the courtyard, the maid couldn't help but say, "Look at her smug face. She's just taking advantage of her looks to get ahead."
"The Prime Minister probably doesn't care about anything except her face, and now he's letting her act all high and mighty here."
Yu Heyue took a deep breath. "An early advantage is an advantage, but there's still a long way to go."
*
The heavy iron door in the dungeon creaked open slowly.
The man's handsome face was revealed, and the cold moonlight outside made his eyebrows and eyes appear even more refined, while also making the trace of blood on his cheek appear cold and eerie.
Chu Yu did not pay attention to the bloodstains on his cheek.
Instead, she lowered her eyes and calmly wiped the blood off her hands with a handkerchief.
He was dressed in a dark red robe, so it was impossible to tell whether he was also covered in blood.
Chu Yu's long eyelashes cast a thick silhouette under the moonlight, exuding an incomparably peaceful demeanor. He was a god-like immortal, a jade-like gentleman, unattainable in the eyes of the world.
But no one knew that he had just been watching two extreme executions.
Dozens of people were killed.
The first scene features guards who, under Qi Zhong's orders, went to search the palace and capture Xiao Yu, a beautiful woman, to be given as a reward.
The second match was against Qi Zhong's entire family.
He sat in the depths of hell, his eyes closed, listening to the agonizing cries of the vengeful ghosts, yet his soul felt light.
Ten years ago, when his mother’s clan was wiped out by his biological father, he was surrounded by similar cries. At that time, he hated his own powerlessness, his inability to protect those around him.
Yao Yao picked him up then.
Now, he can finally speak out for the sake of those around him.
That sounds really good.
Chu Yu left the dungeon, and Wu Zhou stepped forward and handed him a silver-white eagle-patterned cloak.
The cloak was heavily scented with sandalwood, a fragrance typically used in Buddhist temples, to mask the bloodstains and smell of blood on his body.
Chu Yu put it on, and no one could tell that he had just killed someone.
His long, white jade fingers were so smooth that they could hardly be stained with blood, let alone ink.
Wu Zhou instructed the assassins that they had been sent out to patrol, and Chao Yue hesitated for a moment, "There is still something to be done at the Yu residence today."
"explain."
Wu Zhou recounted in detail the argument that had occurred between Yu Shao and Yu Wanyin that day.
Chu Yu didn't even raise his head, simply straightening his cloak. "Go to the Yu residence."
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