Cheng Lang told him to be on guard against Lu Jiaxue, saying he was about to make a move. Why would he send him a letter? What exactly happened? He wouldn't write to him suddenly.
Luo Shenyuan's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly remembered the secret report from the palace... Lu Jiaxue was very likely trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain!
The incident just now happened suddenly, and he left in a hurry, asking Yi Ning to return to the Yang family first. There were too many places where they could be surrounded. Although he left guards for Yi Ning, if it was Lu Jiaxue's people, no guard would be able to stop them!
He suddenly had a bad feeling and stopped the carriage road: "Change the route to Yang Mansion immediately."
The horses galloped towards the Yang residence, while Mrs. Yang and Xie Yun's carriages were also on their way back, both still in shock.
The coachman was killed, and a maid was called out to drive the carriage. She was trembling with fear outside: "Madam, are we going back home next..."
"Let's go back to the Xu family first!" Mrs. Yang had to remain calm. After all, she was the chieftain's daughter. Luo Yining had been abducted, and this matter had to be reported to Luo Shenyuan immediately.
Mrs. Yang panted and said, "This matter must not be spread out, otherwise Sister Yining's reputation will be ruined, and it will be useless to save her. Mrs. Cheng Si, I know you have a bad relationship with her. But she didn't do you any wrong just now. You must not tell anyone about this, understand?"
Xie Yun listened to her and agreed perfunctorily.
No matter how much Xie Yun disliked Luo Yining, he did not hesitate when faced with a life-and-death situation and let the two of them go. There was nothing wrong with his character.
"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who would take advantage of someone in distress..." Xie Yun said, wondering in his heart, Luo Yining... who held her hostage, and why? Why was there such a big fuss?
Mrs. Yang's hands and feet were numb, and it took her a long time to recover.
*
The candlelight shone dimly through the diamond-patterned gauze curtains.
Luo Yining saw the dim light and felt dizzy and painful. It took her a moment to remember what happened to her.
She stood up from the bed, drew aside the curtains, and walked out. The room was magnificently decorated, with three-tiered, five-branched palace lanterns emitting soft light, and a velvet carpet covering the black lacquer floor. The shimmering peacock feathers on the screen were inlaid with jade, gold foil, and sapphires, a truly luxurious sight.
She walked over and picked up the candlestick, smashed the candle on the candlestick, and found that the candlestick was not a pointed candlestick and could not be used. She tried the partition again and found that it could be opened.
Yining slowly opened the partition and found herself in front of the lake, the Xie Pavilion, and a long table. A man with a resolute figure sat with his back to her, drinking. Guards stood around him, and the whole place was completely silent.
Outside, a waning moon hung, its shimmer dim. In the late autumn night, there were no crickets chirping, no rain drizzling. Only the surface of the lake stirred slightly, the moonlight shattering as it shone upon it. The night always leaves one feeling lost and helpless.
"Lu Jiaxue." The person behind him finally called him lightly.
He waited for this sound for a long time, a very long time.
She never came back that day, and he searched for her at the foot of the cliff, but he could no longer hear the voice. Later, fog rose in the mountains, and he stumbled. Someone tried to persuade him to go back, but he became more and more desperate because he could no longer hear the voice.
The day he killed his brother, he knelt, his sword in hand, blood splattering everywhere. Later, his achievements were rewarded, and he ascended to a position second only to the emperor, becoming the governor of Lu, helping the emperor eliminate dissidents. He turned back from this cold, bloody glory, but he couldn't find her, couldn't hear her voice. The woman who had made clothes for him under the lamp, waited for him, hugged him and cried, not wanting him to join the army.
She was truly gone. She had passed away so easily and suddenly. Lu Jiaxue couldn't bring himself to accept it. Really, there was no way.
After overcoming all difficulties, the wounded and exhausted soul has nowhere to go.
So when he heard this voice again, he clenched his fists and became excited again.
"You're finally awake." He put down his glass and stood up, motioning for the people around him to leave.
Yi Ning watched him take a few steps back. He followed him in, blocking the moonlight outside, and closed the door with his backhand. He said, "Where do you want to go?"
Yining looked up at him.
This person is so domineering, disregarding other people's wishes. He has already killed her once, what else does he want, kill her a second time?
The thought flashed through her mind a moment ago. She was forced to retreat step by step, while he was getting closer.
"What are you trying to get back?" Lu Jiaxue said, looking around. It was hard for him to come here now. This house had been covered in dust for a long time. He only had people clean it every day, but he rarely set foot in it. Because the person who lived there was gone.
Now he locked this person in there. Although she was afraid and retreated, she felt a sense of fulfillment.
He smiled and asked, "Is this place familiar to you, Luo Yining?"
Yining looked for a long time before he remembered where he was.
This is the East Warm Pavilion where she used to live.
In the treasure cabinet beside the kang bed, she once loved a porcelain pillow and a fat-headed doll with a raised head and tail, its glaze faded from wear. Hanging by the window, a string of woven rice dumplings also seemed out of place in the room; they were her own creations. Hanging on the wall was a pipa, a legacy from her mother. She had carefully touched every string, from beginning to end.
As if after years of baptism, these traces of her past life emerged before her, bringing her back to her days as a concubine in the Marquis's mansion.
Ignorance, purity. Behind the calmness lies the undercurrent of blood and darkness.
Luo Yining was silent for a long time before asking him, "Lu Jiaxue, what exactly do you want to do by bringing me here?"
Lu Jiaxue remained silent, his handsome face darkened by the wear and tear of time. She had called him her adoptive father for two years, and now, finally, she could call him: Lu Jiaxue. She felt no need to hide her distance.
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