When he came out, Su Ruanruan said, "I already told you your young master is exhausted, but you still don't believe me."
The stern-faced man shifted his gaze from Su Ruanruan, clapped his hands, and a maidservant came out.
The maid carefully examined Su Ruanruan from head to toe, finding only the jade hairpin and nothing else.
The maid nodded, and the stern-faced man told her to leave.
Su Ruanruan glanced around at the secluded courtyard, which exuded extravagance.
A dozen or so masked guards stood in the courtyard, long swords hanging at their waists, their imposing and solemn presence sending chills down one's spine.
"If you keep looking around like that, watch your eyes!"
"Oh." Su Ruanruan looked away, asked nothing, tied her black scarf, and let him pull her outside.
She could feel that the hand holding her arm was very cold, like a venomous snake without any emotion.
After an unknown amount of time, he stopped, and Su Ruanruan stopped as well.
"Go up," he said coldly.
"Oh." Su Ruanruan climbed onto the carriage in the dark.
As soon as I settled in, the carriage started moving.
She tore off the black veil covering her eyes and lay down in the spacious carriage, utterly desperate.
She's finished, really finished.
Although she didn't know his identity, she knew she had offended a big shot.
What good would it do to go back to Qingshan County? There's still that big troublemaker, Zhao Sheng, there.
Most importantly, she lost the bet, and Huo Yan said he would never care about her again, and he really meant it.
He never appeared from beginning to end.
The carriage traveled along the path for a long time before suddenly stopping. Su Ruanruan quickly sat up and was about to lift the curtain to see what was going on when she discovered that a sharp knife had lifted the curtain, revealing a pair of sinister eyes.
"It's time to hit the road."
Alarm bells rang in Su Ruanruan's mind, "Get on the road?"
"What do you think? You really think the women the young master has been with will leave unscathed? You're too naive."
"Don't worry, seeing how beautiful you are, I'll give you a quick death."
Everything happened so fast and suddenly that Su Ruanruan had no time to react. She saw the sharp knife coming towards her, but she was trapped in the carriage with nowhere to escape.
In the blink of an eye, a sharp knife pierced his back and emerged from his heart with a whooshing sound.
Bright red blood splattered onto Su Ruanruan's gauze dress and face, and a fishy smell spread.
Su Ruanruan watched the man collapse in front of her, her face deathly pale, her sinister eyes still wide open.
She looked up at Huo Yan, who was wearing a cloak and walking towards her step by step in the distance.
She thought the man wouldn't show up, but he did anyway.
Even in such a disheveled state.
Huo Yan looked at her; her fair face was splattered with blood, but the fear in her eyes had long since vanished.
He reached out and gently wiped the blood from her cheek. He then lifted her from the carriage and pulled her into his cloak.
He then pulled out the dagger and kicked the dead man into the ditch.
He patted the horse's rump, signaling the carriage to continue its journey along the road in the darkness.
Su Ruanruan nestled in his arms. Having just experienced a life-or-death situation, meeting him again eased her tense back.
Huo Yan looked over with his dark eyes, hugged her tightly, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said gently, "It's alright."
He placed her on Lie Feng's back and climbed on himself. They walked along the dark path for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping in front of a small, dilapidated house.
Su Ruanruan sat on a pile of hay, with a newly lit bonfire beside her.
She felt warm instantly, and got up from Huo Yan's arms, moving to the side.
Huo Yan almost laughed in anger, "You lied to me, and you still have the nerve to talk back?"
Su Ruanruan stared at the orange-red flames without saying a word.
“Su Ruanruan, I just realized something today: Butcher Zhou’s death really is related to you. You are skilled in ventriloquism, so the sounds his employees heard were yours. You are skilled in ice making, so the time of Butcher Zhou’s death also needs to be determined.”
"Today I saw Zhao Sheng's severed tongue. Although he can't speak, I know it was your doing. The cut was clean, just like the wound on Butcher Zhou's wrist back then."
"And you're not afraid of dead people, you can play the piano, and you know a lot of strange and wonderful things."
Huo Yan pinched Su Ruanruan's chin, forcing her to look at him, "So, who exactly are you?"
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