Mutual suspicion
With a loud "bang," Wen Youqing's expression remained unchanged, but she was tightly gripping a dagger in her hand.
Zhao Song slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the dagger in Wen Youqing's hand before speaking calmly, "Young Master Wen, it's late. What brings you to my residence?"
As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Yu Ling's wrist, a gesture that was clearly a provocation.
Seeing this, Wen Youqing showed no anger on his face, but the veins on his hands twitched slightly, as if he was about to explode in anger, but he was forced to suppress it, just like the raging fire that was surging within him.
He glanced at Yu Ling out of the corner of his eye, then his face showed disgust for the identical face. He frowned slightly and asked directly, without any attempt to hide it, "Where is Li Yin?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Song smiled gently and pulled Yu Ling into his arms.
Caught off guard by this sudden action, Yu Ling's expression froze for a moment before she blushed and slowly lowered her head.
In that instant, the hem of her skirt danced gently, fluttering slowly, and covered Zhao Song's clothes.
Wen Youqing raised an eyebrow. Zhao Song's meaning was too obvious; it was hard for him not to see it, no matter how hard he tried. Besides, he could hear it.
He said, "A fake is still a fake."
These words were like a thorn, piercing Yu Ling's heart. She felt a pang of pain, and then gave a bitter smile in the shadows of the candlelight, a smile that almost no one could see. But even if they could see it, what difference would it make?
As always, nobody cares.
Zhao Song's goal has always been clear: he wants Li Yin. However, Wen Youqing ruined his plan, and he also had his own instigation.
She lowered her eyelids, staring carefully at the place where the hem of her skirt and clothes overlapped. Was it really right for her to give everything for him?
This was the first time she had doubted her choice.
But she was a bodyguard, just a bodyguard. Without her master, she was nothing.
Even her life was given to her by her master.
Zhao Song was taken aback by those words. His fingers trembled slightly, but his eyes held a more complex expression.
He then laughed and said, "So what if it's a fake? This is all I wanted, and I've got everything I wanted. As for Young Master Wen..."
He paused there, then laughed, a slightly mocking laugh. After raising an eyebrow, he continued, "You, however, haven't gotten anything."
Wen Youqing remained calm and composed, his expression serene, though his eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at Zhao Song, as if capable of killing. He spoke in an icy tone, "Li Yin is there."
Inside the basement.
Hearing Wen Youqing's angry words, Li Yin felt a sudden pang of fear and a sharp pain in her heart. This feeling came out of nowhere, and she was slightly stunned.
Then she heard Wen Youqing ask again. Hearing this, she took a step back, very quietly, as if afraid of making a sound.
Under these circumstances, I actually felt a little...regret.
She felt that Wen Youqing must be very angry right now, and if she were caught, she probably would...
She didn't know how to face Wen Youqing, but there was no need to avoid it. They owed each other nothing now, and she was probably useless to the Wen family, so why keep her around?
Right now, all she needs to do is disappear without a trace and change her appearance.
I just don't know... how to leave.
She did not fully trust Zhao Song. When the man approached her, Li Yin observed the layout of the place by the light of the fire.
She slowly backed away, gently and quietly, step by step, gradually getting closer to the wall. She pressed her body against it and then slowly reached out to touch it.
He searched high and low, leaving no stone untouched, and soon he found a hard, protruding stone object.
She reached out, felt around the stone door, and then slightly bent her fingers to press it open. With a "click," the stone door opened.
A slightly wider road suddenly appeared before Li Yin. Sure enough, the person must have used a sleeping potion on her, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to wake up here without realizing it.
Above ground, Zhao Song remained calm and composed in the face of Wen Youqing's questioning. He looked up at Wen Youqing and said, "You know she doesn't want to see you."
Wen Youqing frowned slightly and said, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Zhao Song remained silent, and the situation had clearly reached a stalemate. Yu Ling spoke up, her head lowered, so her expression was not visible. She said, "She's in the basement."
Upon hearing this, Wen Youqing drew her dagger and held it to Zhao Song's neck. The dagger was piercingly cold, but Zhao Song remained calm and said, "Young Master Wen, she doesn't want to see you."
Wen Youqing applied force with her hand, but just as she was about to slash the man's neck, Yu Ling suddenly raised her head and caught Wen Youqing's dagger. The dagger was sharp and pierced Yu Ling's skin in an instant.
She felt the pain but didn't utter a sound. Instead, she said, "Young Master Wen, I know where she is."
Wen Youqing sheathed the dagger, took out a white handkerchief, covered the dagger with the handkerchief, and then slowly wiped the bloodstains off the dagger.
Ignoring her hand injury, Yu Ling stood up. Zhao Song took her hand again, but this time she didn't turn around. Instead, she let go and walked in front of Wen Youqing. Then she went around to the screen and pointed to an open space, saying calmly, "Here. You can find her by going down here."
Wen Youqing squatted down, raised his hand and gently tapped it. Sure enough, it was hollow, and the sound was clear but not deep. He said, "Thank you."
Then the place opened up, and I slowly walked down. The first thing I saw was a moment of light, I didn't know if it came from above or was from inside.
He entered slowly, with guards standing watch above. He saw only a bed, and then nothing else.
Well, he was still a step too late.
Okay, very good, Li Yin. I originally thought I could slowly warm your heart and be with you properly, but now it seems that you don't appreciate it.
In the darkness, he smiled, a very soft smile.
But the fist in his hand was clenched even tighter, and his knuckles cracked.
On the ground, Yu Ling was staring blankly at the spot where Wen Youqing had gone.
Wen Youqing really loves Li Yin, she's so envious...
Bright red blood dripped gently from his fingertips, falling to the ground with a soft "drip."
But she seemed oblivious to the pain, simply standing there quietly.
Zhao Song called her name, but she seemed lost in thought and didn't hear him clearly. So Zhao Song called her name again, "Yu Ling," but this time his tone was tinged with anger.
Seeing that Yu Ling remained unmoved, he stood up, grabbed Yu Ling's bleeding wrist, and said, "Zhao Yu Ling, don't forget what your surname is."
Upon hearing this, Yu Ling slowly turned her head to look at Zhao Song. Of course, she knew her surname; it was Zhao…
Zhao Song took her in and spared her life, so she took the surname Zhao and became his woman.
She gently pushed Zhao Song's hand, but didn't push it away. She still knelt down skillfully, bowing her head and saying, "Yu Ling confesses her sins, Master, please punish me."
Zhao Song laughed upon hearing this, a laugh as cold as a knife. He said, "I haven't even said you've done anything wrong, yet you admit it so readily. Well, so Yu Ling has grown too big for his britches and now likes to make decisions over me?"
Yu Ling kept his head down, but the blood on his hand continued to flow, "drip drip drip..." When Zhao Song saw this, he couldn't help but panic. He gripped his hand even tighter, but Yu Ling frowned slightly.
A large red patch had already appeared on his wrist. Upon seeing this, Zhao Song was momentarily taken aback, but then he immediately let go of his wrist and said, "Fine, you can stay tonight."
Upon hearing this, Yu Ling remained expressionless, showing no joy. If it were any other day, she would surely be beaming with delight, her cheeks flushed, and she would respectfully say, "Thank you, Master."
But now she no longer wanted to see this as a favor. She was just a bodyguard and should understand her position. Since ancient times, no subordinate has ever secretly loved their commander. Their interactions were only about missions.
Therefore, this time she simply said indifferently, "Yu Ling understands."
Not seeing the usual rosy cheeks and slightly coquettish appearance, Zhao Song stared at Yu Ling for a while, but the result remained the same. In that instant, he felt as if something had quietly changed.
He felt as if there was a wall between his heart and his body, which made him feel suffocated and very depressed. He stared at it for a while, but finally let go.
Wen Youqing was walking up slowly when he came out and saw this scene. He smiled slightly and said, "Prince Song, is this torture for a fake?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Song raised an eyebrow and said, "Young Master Wen, aren't you meddling a bit too much?"
He then looked behind Wen Youqing, but did not see the person named Li Yin. He asked, "Where is the person you were looking for?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Youqing frowned slightly, and Zhao Song retorted, "As expected, you don't want to see me."
Wen Youqing merely frowned slightly, showing no trace of anger. He said, "Prince Song, you're the one meddling a bit too much. Can you even manage your own affairs?"
As he spoke, he looked at the Yuling Mausoleum, where people were kneeling silently.
The man knelt upright, dressed in green, and from a distance, he resembled a bamboo, just like Li Yin.
However, Li Yin is Li Yin, and Yu Ling is Yu Ling. People who resemble him only annoy him. The only person he wants to see is Li Yin, and only her.
He chuckled softly and walked away, but to Zhao Song, this scene was seen as a provocation, a provocation that he couldn't even manage his own people.
The flames that had been extinguished suddenly burst back up, and shot up very high.
Zhao Song pulled Yu Ling up, and Yu Ling looked up at her with the same submissive look in her eyes as always.
His anger would always subside whenever he saw this man smile, but...
Why did she take it upon herself to lead the way for Wen Youqing?
Was it because he liked him, worried about him, or was he afraid he would get hurt, or was it simply because he wanted to please Wen Youqing that he asked the question: "Do you like me?"
Yu Ling lowered her eyes and said indifferently, "I don't like it."
She certainly liked it, but how could she dare to like it, and how could she be worthy of liking it?
She was just a bodyguard, and as a bodyguard, she had to be clear about her role.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Song was taken aback at first, then gave a cold laugh. If he didn't like him, then he was just trying to please Wen Youqing. Wen Youqing, how come so many women like you? All you have is a slightly better-looking face.
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