Chapter 467: My Lord, I have something to tell you
Lin Miaoyin looked at the worry in Yuzhu's eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and finally a sigh came out from the depths of her chest. She knocked on the table with her fingers, and the gilded incense burner glowed coldly under the candlelight: "The broken arm sent by Cuixi... is just a trick."
"Fake?" Yuzhu suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the silver butterfly hairpins on her temples trembled with her movements, making a crackling sound. She stumbled forward half a step, her embroidered shoes rolling over the tea stains on the ground, "But the wound is bloody..."
Lin Miaoyin picked up the half-dried tea stains on the table and stared at the dark traces in a trance: "It's fake, but it also shows that Shen Yu is still trapped in the Princess's Mansion."
Her fingertips suddenly tightened, and the handkerchief was wrinkled. "I was planning to accept Yu Lingxiu's surrender, but who could have expected that Youan would overhear our conversation last night..."
Before he had finished his words, a jackdaw suddenly cried outside the window, startling the copper bells in the corridor to jingle.
Yuzhu looked at her master's pale face, her throat tightened: "If it's fake, how can Cuixi be sure that you will be fooled?"
Her breathing rose and fell gently. "Because there is a mark on Shen Yu's arm,"
She suddenly chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in her laughter. "Cowpox."
Seeing Yuzhu's confused face, she stood up and walked to the window. The moonlight cast the shadow of the window frame on her, as if she was caged by invisible shackles. She didn't say anything.
This was a secret that only she knew. When he was injured while protecting her, she sewed up the wound with her own hands. Even though it healed without a trace, it left a unique mark on her skin.
Although the broken arm sent by Cui Xi had similar marks, upon closer inspection... it was still slightly different.
Yuzhu was still puzzled. If it was fake, why did the young lady have such a quarrel with the prince?
Yuzhu wanted to ask something, but when she saw Lin Miaoyin sitting there lost in her own thoughts, she stopped talking and stayed quietly by her side.
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Xi hurried out of Lin Miaoyin's courtyard, stepping on the fallen petals on the ground.
After returning to her residence, she fluttered her fingers in front of the bronze mirror, replaced the silver hairpin in her hair with a gilded hairpin, and applied layer upon layer of rouge and powder, trying to make her pale face look three times more glamorous.
When we arrived at Prince Ning's courtyard, the copper bells on the eaves were shaken by the evening breeze and made a tiny sound.
Feng Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his dark tights blending in with the night. He glanced at Cui Xi's deliberately dressed-up eyebrows and stretched out his long arm. His cold and hard blocking gesture froze the moonlight on the bluestone road.
Cui Xi, who had become more and more spoiled recently because of the favor of the eldest princess, was about to explode with her eyes wide open, but when she saw that the person blocking her way was Feng Ming, the number one guard beside Beigong You, her mouth immediately curved into a flattering arc. She took out a piece of silver from her sleeve, her fingertips still stained with the bright color of rouge, and her tone was so sweet that it was sickening: "Brother Feng, can you be flexible?"
Feng Ming took a half step back, avoiding the silver and money that was handed to him, and said in a cold voice: "Your Highness will not see any strangers."
Cuixi stamped her feet, and the silk handkerchief was wrinkled into fine folds: "I really have something important to do! It concerns... it concerns the reputation of the princess!"
"Just tell me." Feng Ming's voice was cold and the sword at his waist swayed slightly with his movements, casting a cold shadow on the ground.
"How can such a secret be disclosed casually..." Cui Xi hadn't finished her words when she saw Feng Ming turning around and asking someone to drive him away, and she suddenly became ruthless.
She lifted her skirt and rushed into the courtyard like crazy on her three-inch golden lotus feet. Her gorgeous hairpins and rings jingled against each other, and her sharp voice cut through the twilight: "My Lord! Someone close to the Princess has something important to report! It concerns the Princess's private secrets. If you are late, you will miss out on something important!"
The crisp sound of the scabbard falling to the ground startled the birds sleeping under the eaves. Beigong You walked out slowly from the shadow of the porch. When his wide black sleeves swept across the carved door lintel, the moonlight from the eaves shattered into stars and fell. He raised his hand to stop Feng Ming from moving forward, and his long fingers stroked the Taotie pattern on the hilt. The light in his eyes was like a poisoned silver needle, nailing Cui Xi to the spot.
"Your Highness~" Cui Xi had just adjusted her posture, and the soft and sticky ending of the voice had not yet faded away when a cold light passed by her ear.
Her black hair was flying like snowflakes, with a few strands of broken hair entangled in the gilded hairpin, making her suddenly pale face look even more like paper.
When the cold blade touched her neck, she was shocked to realize that Beigong You had approached her without her noticing. The scent of ambergris mixed with rust sprayed on her forehead, burning her scalp and making it numb.
"If you say another word of nonsense," the blade turned slightly, leaving a faint red blood mark on the pale skin, "I will let you speak freely on the road to hell."
Cui Xi's legs went limp and she fell to the ground, the pearls on her embroidered shoes rolling all over the floor.
She stared at the pair of black boots embroidered with gold thread patterns, her nails dug deep into her palms, and swallowed her hatred for Lin Miaoyin into her throat: "I, I learned that... the princess had an old friend named Shen..."
When the words came to her lips, she looked at the cold shadow cast by Beigong You's eyelashes when he lowered his eyes, and chewed the word "lover" and swallowed it back, "Now that he is in my hands, I just want the prince..."
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