Chapter 37
“…Master…what about Miss You…” Yuan De was the first one to feel the air around Song Yanting suddenly drop, and he felt scared.
He snorted coldly, his eyes darkened for a moment, and a gloomy look was about to emerge.
"Now that I've found you, I won't let you go."
"Go to Youfu."
You Yang was strolling leisurely in the alleys when she saw some children playing Cuju on the roadside. On a whim, she joined in playing for a while. It was not until the children went home for dinner that she realized it was getting late.
She lifted her skirt and ran towards Youfu. When she passed a quiet and deserted section of the road, her vague sixth sense made her feel that someone seemed to be following her.
The first thing that came to her mind was that Song Yanting might have sent someone to arrest her.
“Pah.”
In a quiet environment, the sound of tiles being crushed is particularly obvious.
She quickly looked in that direction, but was still a step too late. She only saw the blurry back and a piece of snow-white clothing.
Youyang's pupils suddenly contracted due to shock.
Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes, and all the superficial strength collapsed at this moment.
"Master?!"
Her mind was blank, and she only knew to chase in the direction where the person in white disappeared.
…
When You Yang returned to You Mansion, the sun was setting.
She could not hear the voices of the servants and maids passing by, and returned to her yard in a daze.
"Miss?! What happened to you? Why are you hurt?"
Qingyun heard from the eldest princess' maid that the palace would send someone back, so he took Zifeng back to the mansion and waited.
How come you are injured after coming back with so much difficulty?
Only after listening to Qingyun's voice did Youyang slowly come back to his senses.
Injuried?
She unconsciously touched the wet shoulder, "hiss——"
The stinging pain reminded her of the time when she was chasing a figure that she could never catch up with, and she tripped over something and fell off the eaves of a house.
At that time, I was only focused on the chase and ignored the pain in my shoulder.
It really hurts now... It hurts so much...
Qingyun felt distressed when he saw her lost look.
Zifeng, who was sweeping the room, heard the noise and ran out. Qingyun hurriedly called out, "Zifeng, go find some medicine. I'll go boil some water. The young lady is injured."
Zi Feng glanced back into the house hesitantly, then threw down the things in his hands without hesitation, "Okay."
Qingyun escorted Youyang to the door and said, "Miss, it's inconvenient to ask the doctor outside to see your shoulder injury. There is no female doctor in the mansion, so we can only apply the medicine ourselves. Please go in and sit down first."
You Yang nodded slowly, "Go ahead."
She pushed the door open and went in, then closed it. She leaned her forehead against the door and let out a long sigh.
Why doesn't Master want to see me...
"hiss!"
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head.
You Yang pinched her solar plexus hard and closed her eyes in pain, trying to divert the pain in this way.
Not only that, a picture flashed through her mind.
In the picture, a little boy with a stern face and red ears is asking another little girl who is so thin that she looks like only bones are left on her body with an uncomfortable expression.
"Why don't you buy yourself a bowl of wontons?"
"Ah!" You Yang cried out softly, and hammered the wooden door with her clenched hands in pain.
Who is this little girl, who is that little boy? Why do they appear in my mind?
She tried hard to think again, but all she could think of was a large, blurry thing that she couldn't see, touch, or grasp.
These memories are like quicksand, the tighter you hold on to them, the faster they disperse.
She had no choice but to give up, shook her head, and the stinging pain gradually disappeared.
Perhaps it was a memory from her childhood. Since she was ten years old, she only had memories of being picked up by her master and brought back to the sect. She didn't remember anything before that. Perhaps something stimulated her to recall the memories before she was ten years old.
Although she was curious about memories, she also knew that she couldn't force it and could only go with the flow.
But her master suddenly appeared and disappeared. She was not only sad that he didn't come to see her, but also confused as to why he treated her like this.
It seems that we can only ask the elusive old man Yiming about all this.
Youyang, with a melancholy look, threw away the curtain in front of her and walked inside, intending to sit down and wait for Qingyun and the other man to come and apply medicine to her.
"The tea in Miss You's boudoir isn't very good."
When she realized what she saw, it was too late. Song Yanting and Yuande appeared in her room out of nowhere, frightening her so much that her body trembled, and any pain and depression she felt were wiped out by Song Yanting.
"That's not the case... The temple is too small, and I've neglected this big Buddha statue for Your Highness. I'll replace it with a better one next time." You Yang was caught at home for deserting the battlefield, and he felt guilty, so he walked over with a wry smile.
Afraid that Song Yan would start to blame him, he took the initiative to bring up the topic and control the rhythm himself.
"These people are carrying out an assassination in broad daylight, and the target is a playboy like you. They are trying to cover up their reputation."
Song Yanting sat in front of the small table, pouring tea for herself as if she was at home, and even nodded at Youyang to signal her to sit down, which was completely contrary to Tiangang.
Having just experienced an assassination attempt, he looked calmer. "You can see that the cover-up is only as good as it gets. It seems that the person behind this is just that kind of trick."
"Are you hurt?" Song Yanting couldn't help but frowning in displeasure as he stared at the bloodstain on her shoulder.
You Yang looked uncomfortable, shrugged and explained, "I tripped over something on the road."
"Didn't you fall because you ran away in such a hurry?"
Song Yanting keenly sensed her intention and obviously would not let her have her way.
"Miss You, shouldn't you give me an explanation for abandoning me and running for my life?"
You Yang's mouth twitched, and her smile became stiff, "Hey hey hey..."
"What else can I say... I'm just afraid of death... Look at how many people there are, I definitely can't do it alone. Besides, you have the protection of secret guards, so nothing will go wrong."
"Hmm~ It's a good reason." Song Yanting agreed with her excuse, "But, Miss You, don't forget why I paid you to stay by my side."
"The money in the Xuanwang Mansion is not as easy to earn as you."
"Do I have to find a chain to lock you up before you behave?" Song Yan frowned, his displeasure evident in his words. "You'll be safest if you stay by my side."
He warned coldly, "There won't be a next time."
Song Yan listened with a stern face. You Yang felt that he was in the wrong and did not dare to refute him. "...Okay, Boss, I got it, Boss..."
Hearing her perfunctory response, Song Yan's expression did not improve but looked even darker.
"That's it?"
"How can I trust you again with your sincerity?"
You Yang gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and pressed down his right thumb, "I will make four, there will be no next time, otherwise I will never make a fortune in this life."
Her heart was bleeding. In this world, such a vicious oath might not be heard by the heavens, but she felt uneasy in her conscience.
Seeing You Yang pouting and looking like she was about to cry but had no tears, Song Yan finally smiled.
"I have plenty of money. As I said before, I won't treat you unfairly."
"Money and life will not be a problem."
"If you dare run away again, I will send someone to reward your annoying elder sister with ten thousand taels of gold."
You Yang was furious: "You!"
After thinking about it, I don't know how to scold him.
“…” I get angry just thinking about it.
What a vicious plot! It's more effective than chains. She's become obedient...
She was annoyed: "I know, I won't run away..."
Song Yan nodded several times in satisfaction, then glanced at Yuan De, who then took out something wrapped in black cloth from his arms and placed it on the table.
The edges of the black cloth were jagged, showing that it was a piece torn off temporarily from the hem of a garment. The contents inside looked wet, soaking the cloth and leaving the surface mottled.
Song Yanting covered his nose and pointed at the cloth bag, "This is the black petal tattoo found on the bodies of these assassins."
You Yang was still confused and didn't understand his behavior for a moment until a bloody smell rushed into her nose.
Yuande opened the cloth bag.
Inside was a whole piece of meat, including the skin, that had been cut out.
The white flesh still stained with blood was tattooed with black and brown petals.
The visual impact made her stunned for almost two breaths.
You Yang took the initiative to move closer to take a look, but had no impression. Knowing that Song Yanting had already seen it, he asked knowingly, "Have you seen it?"
Song Yanting covered his mouth and nose and leaned back in disgust, "I accidentally saw it on Chun Hongfang's arm."
You Yang was puzzled and had a blank mind. He tried hard to recall the storybook to find if there was any clue in it, but he could not find the answer.
Because of her own joining, she accidentally entered a plot that was not written in the storybook at all. This may be the legendary hidden line.
She couldn't help but feel afraid. This was an unknown territory for her, a struggle for imperial power. She alone couldn't grasp the development of the plot. One wrong step would lead to the abyss, where she would die and never be able to leave.
The familiar figure from before flashed before her eyes again.
An idea came to Youyang's mind.
Maybe she could really try to trust Song Yanting.
Song Yanting was also different from the one in the storybook. He was like a piece of taffy, sticking to her and she couldn't get rid of him.
Now that things have come to this, she is on this boat. She follows Song Yan and listens to this villain who is so smart that he is almost a demon. Maybe he can really find a way out of the dead end. As long as she can survive to the end, she can go find her master.
"It's Chun Hongfang again. They've been shut down, and all those involved have been locked up in the Dali Temple for so long. How come there are still some remnants lurking around outside?"
Song Yan's slightly cold phoenix eyes trembled slightly when he heard this. "Song Yunlan bit too hard, and the person behind the scenes was anxious to divert his attention."
"I took the initiative to throw out clues in order to clear myself of suspicion."
You Yang held her chin and pouted, "In that case, you should take advantage of her."
"I just don't believe that the person behind this can't make any mistakes. Sooner or later, we'll find out what's behind his actions!"
"Yeah." Song Yan nodded in agreement and then instructed Yuan De, "Find someone to report the situation."
"Tell everyone you meet that Prince Xuan was assassinated on his way back to his palace and was seriously injured and unconscious. Then, make rubbings of their tattoos and stick them in the most conspicuous place in the Dali Temple."
By then, someone will naturally investigate for him. He has been patient for many years, and I don’t know if he has learned anything else, but he has learned ten times the benefits by sitting back and reaping the benefits.
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