Chapter 4: I haven't watched the show yet, the Zhao family token
During the chess game tonight, Shang Yuwan knew very well that the host did not completely trust her, but she could not help it.
She didn't know why she had taken over someone else's body and was reborn, but she must never reveal the fact to anyone. If any news leaked out, she would definitely become a monster in the eyes of the world.
She wants to avenge her blood feud and protect the twelfth monk Mingqi, and she cannot take any risks.
Shang Yuwan thought about it and realized that she had never heard a single rumor about the owner of the building. With such a huge power under her command, it stands to reason that she shouldn't have been completely unaware of it in her previous life...
With a creak, Shang Yuwan pushed the door open and saw someone standing in the room.
"Why are you here with me so late at night instead of going to rest?"
Shang Yuwan hung up his cloak and turned sideways to look at Twelve who came in through the window.
Could it be that she let something slip tonight?
Shang Yuwan pondered this while saying, "Just tell me what you want to do. Are you unhappy with me deducting half a year's salary from you?"
Twelve changed into a nightgown, and held another nightgown and a hat in his arms, and handed them to Shang Yuwan.
Shang Yuwan originally wanted to pretend to be blind, but she also understood that Twelve was asking her to follow her to a place.
"I'm only responsible for giving advice, I'm not responsible for anything else..."
"The booklet is real."
Shang Yuwan stopped talking and motioned for her to continue.
“But people are fake.”
"The Bai Nongqiao that Bai Xiaoye had people watching was a fake. The real one took the secret passage to Zhenxi Prefecture." Twelve's eyes were devoid of emotion, his face expressionless. "You're very smart and more thoughtful than I am. I'll escort you to meet the real Bai Nongqiao. Firsthand contact with the enemy might be more beneficial to our future strategies."
After hearing this, Shang Yuwan did not rush to follow Twelve. Instead, she slowly lit the lamp, sat in front of the dressing table, and took off the green jade hairpin on her head.
She combed her hair slowly. "There's no one idle in Baijialou. Not to mention the tracking skills of those people, they must be better than you. They didn't notice it, so how did you conclude it was fake?"
Before Twelve could speak, Shang Yuwan seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said, "That's right. You lived in Kyoto with Miss Shang for many years. You are very familiar with most people in Kyoto. It shouldn't be difficult to tell whether the person is real or fake."
Twelve stared at her back, and his hands holding the nightgown rubbed it unconsciously twice.
"Come with me."
Shang Yuwan was silent at first. After combing her tangled hair, she asked, "How did you find out it was fake?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I followed him to keep an eye on him. On the way, I accidentally discovered that the light in Zhang Jiuquan's bedroom was still on."
"...Oh, so that's how it is." Shang Yuwan chuckled.
It seems that they still have a show to watch.
Shang Yuwan reached out and opened the drawer, took out a dark green hairband, and tied up her hair.
"Go out, I'll change."
Something seemed to flash across Twelve's eyes. He handed the nightgown to Shang Yuwan with both hands and then quietly climbed out the window.
Not long after, Shang Yuwan also climbed out from the window.
"I'm a little tired, can you carry me?"
Twelve nodded, she was strong and it was not a problem.
The rain gradually subsided, but it was still bone-chillingly cold. Shang Yuwan lay on Twelve's back, feeling the warmth coming from his body, and her eyelids drooped.
When Twelve was young, his father picked him up from the dead on the battlefield. His life was miserable... If Twelve was not her servant, perhaps he would be living a better life than he is now.
The man who was carrying her on his back and jumping around on the roof suddenly said, "Hold tighter."
Shang Yuwan was called back to his senses, "What?"
"It's cold, hold me tight, I'll keep you warm."
Shang Yuwan pursed her lips, but obediently wrapped her arms around Twelve's neck.
"I have something to ask you."
"ask."
"You have joined the Baijialou since the Shang family was wiped out last year. Shouldn't the owner of the Hundred Family Building be your real master now? Why did you only come to me?"
"He is weak, and you are smarter than him."
Shang Yuwan said: "The people under him are more than three times more powerful than me."
Twelve still said the same thing: "You are smarter and better than him."
"Besides, he didn't want my slave contract."
Shang Yuwan stopped talking, and no one knew what she was thinking. Not long after, Twelve quietly climbed onto the roof of Zhang Jiuquan's bedroom, carrying her on his back.
Twelve gently pulled aside a piece of green tile, and the light shone through the empty space onto the faces of the two of them.
"Do you remember it clearly?"
Zhang Jiuquan held a thick booklet in his hand. His eyes, with their white spots on the lower lip, rolled around, and his messy eyebrows twisted into a ball. "Sir, what just happened... is it really that urgent?"
Bai Nongqiao sat with her legs crossed, picked up the teacup, took a sip of strong tea, and then put it back on the table.
"Of course, otherwise why do you think you can see me tonight?"
Bai Nongqiao was wearing a white robe and black boots. He glanced at Zhang Jiuquan, who was standing in front of him with an embarrassed look, with a condescending attitude.
"We need to find and kill people, but we also need to protect and deliver the things His Highness wants."
"But, but Yang Qianmo appeared in my room tonight. Whether it's true or not, the person behind her must be no ordinary person..."
Bai Nongqiao interrupted him directly: "Your Highness dislikes useless people. If this matter is delayed—even though you were not there at the time, you would have heard the commotion outside. Don't forget what happened to the Shang family!"
The Shang family... was filled with resentment. Shang Yuwan realized that he was about to lose control, and he bit his tongue without hesitation to force himself to remain calm.
Twelve remained motionless and seemed unresponsive.
Under the tiles, Bai Nongqiao took something out of his sleeve and placed it on the table.
Shang Yuwan and Twelve took a closer look and saw that it was a token.
The lights were dim, and Shang Yuwan squinted his eyes to see clearly.
A blurry word "Zhao" came into view.
She remembered. There was a Zhao family in Kyoto, the Empress's maternal family. The head of the Zhao family, Zhao Zhouxing, was not only the prime minister of the dynasty, but also the prince's maternal grandfather.
Bai Nongqiao said it nonchalantly, but his peripheral vision was glancing around the room. "This thing can help you get it delivered faster. Someone will be there to help you when the time comes. Keep it."
If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's inference is correct, the person should be here by now, but no one knows where he is hiding to eavesdrop.
Zhang Jiuquan knew he shouldn't say anything more, so he thanked the person, accepted the item, and then sent the giant Buddha away through a secret passage.
"Come on, we should leave."
The last show of the night ended, and Shang Yuwan's guess was confirmed. Even though he had hatred in his heart, he became even calmer.
After she finished speaking, she got no response. She tilted her head and looked at Twelve: "?"
"I, can't move."
Twelve's voice was as thin as a mosquito's. She raised her head, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were bloodshot, and cold sweat broke out on her head. Upon closer inspection, Shang Yuwan discovered that her stiff body was trembling.
Shang Yuwan was stunned.
The reason was simple: she was so familiar with this look.
Shang Yuwan's mother was named Lu Xu. Her mother, who died young, had been depressed for many years and her heart disease was difficult to cure. Shang Junhu and Shang Yuwan had been looking for doctors for many years, both openly and secretly, but they had not found the cause of the disease until the day before Lu Xu's death. Every time she had an attack, her whole body would tremble and become stiff and unable to move.
Shang Yuwan didn't say anything, just put the tile back in its place, then carefully carried Twelve back to the village clinic.
She originally wanted to take Twelve to find Ji Suxian. This clinic belonged to this person, and he was also the best doctor in Baijia Building.
“No need.”
Twelve tugged at the material on her shoulders.
"Put me down."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yuwan put the person down and watched her twist her hands and feet.
Why does this disease occur?
How long has it been?
Is there any other place that hurts on a normal day?
Is the reason for my heart disease because... because of her?
Shang Yuwan had so many questions to ask, but in the end, all he wanted to say was swallowed whole, and he only said one sentence: "It's good that you can move."
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