Chapter 15 Willingly
An Qin was ready to return to the Daliang Imperial City again to wait for an opportunity, but this time he was not in a hurry to go back overnight. He saw Chen Gui off, ate a bowl of noodle soup cooked by An Xiner, slept soundly, and was ready to set off in the afternoon of the next day.
Before leaving, looking at his sister's fair face like a lotus emerging from water and the pearl hairpin on her head, An Qin realized belatedly that An Xiner had grown into a graceful young lady. Somehow, the vague voice of Chen Yanheng rang in his ears.
"It's the age when I love beauty..."
"...Pearl hairpins and dresses, take them away together..."
"My cousin..."
The man's sticky and warm voice seemed to be right next to his ear, and it couldn't be dispelled. An Qin's face suddenly darkened, and his sharp eyes lowered uncomfortably.
The horse under him sensed his master's mood, stamped its feet agitatedly, and grunted twice.
An Xiner looked at her handsome brother on the horse, and clearly saw the irritability revealed under her brother's calm face, which was something she had never encountered in previous missions.
"Brother, the owner of the manor has given you plenty of time, why don't you stay for a few days before going."
An Xin'er vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Subconsciously, she thought of Chen Gui's hesitation these days. There was an incredible tendency that kept trying to break through the soil and emerge, but she didn't dare to think too deeply about it. She could only attribute it to An Qin's rare assassination failure. After all, whenever he set out in the past, he would always return with the news that the mission was completed.
An Qin pursed his lips and looked towards the direction of Daliang Imperial City. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "Wait for me to come back."
After saying that, he rode his horse out of the village.
The whistling wind on horseback did not blow away the incessant noisy sounds in his ears. An Qin frowned tightly. The man's voice became more and more severe. This time, he not only whispered in his ear, but even his face remained in front of him.
He must have wanted to kill Chen Yanheng too much. During the time when he was recovering from the last attack by Huang Chongwen, he thought about him day and night, and even wanted to kill the traitor in his dreams.
An Qin immediately thought calmly, following the image of the frivolous man in his mind and thinking that if he brought back Shen Yanheng's head this time, he would be able to become the most trusted deputy commander of the secret guards of the manor. The figure of the shameless tutor became clearer and clearer in his mind.
An Qin narrowed his eyes sharply, squeezed his horse's belly, and galloped towards the Daliang Imperial City.
They arrived at the Imperial City in the afternoon of the next day, which was the day that Chen Yanheng had unilaterally agreed to deliver the antidote.
An Qin found a remote inn to put his luggage, wrapped himself in night clothes and changed into ordinary people's clothes, and went to lurk and investigate around the Taifu Mansion.
One must be on guard against others. Although he has figured out the layout of the Taifu Mansion, there is no guarantee that the Taifu will temporarily change the guards who are following him in the mansion and catch him in a trap before he dies.
But unexpectedly, half of the original number of guards in the Taifu Mansion were withdrawn, leaving only three or five unreliable-looking servants guarding several important houses. As the sun set, they began to doze off, stretching the shadows of the people leaning against each other in groups of three or two into long and thin ones.
Could it be that the Grand Tutor knew that he was doomed to die and that he didn't even care about disciplining the servants in his mansion?
An Qin was lying on the eaves, thinking deeply, when his thoughts were suddenly brought back by the crisp sound of wind chimes.
The Grand Tutor left the palace and returned home.
The light sound of wind chimes gradually drifted closer from afar, and the servants who were dozing in the yard finally got up from the ground one after another and went outside to greet people sleepily.
The eaves of the house where An Qin was just able to see the scene at the gate. He saw the handsome man in the carriage staggering out of the carriage with the help of servants. The snow-white round-necked robe embroidered with plum blossoms that he had worn into the palace two days ago had become visibly wider.
The man's lips were an abnormal bluish purple, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his eyes were full of fatigue, but he was still very handsome, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.
When the other person looked around, An Qin lowered his head and hid behind the eaves. When the other person looked away, he stuck his head out again and saw the loneliness revealed on the man.
An Qin's face suddenly frowned, and he looked at the "seriously ill" and "fragile" Taifu with his narrow eyes with complicated eyes.
As Chen Yanheng was helped into the mansion, An Qin kept an eye on him for a while, but still found no ambush. He took the opportunity to slide down from the roof, turned over and entered the bedroom in the main courtyard. With a quick look, he hid behind the curtain of the step-out bed.
There were several hurried footsteps outside the door. As the door was pushed open, An Qin grabbed a corner of the curtain in his hand and hid himself holding his breath.
I don't know how much time passed, the light coming through the window had become very dim, the candlelight in the room covered the weak light, swaying on the wall, the door closed from the outside, and the only sound in the room was heavy breathing.
So close.
An Qin could see the thin shadow on the bed through the curtains in the candlelight.
He lowered his eyes and silently pulled out a cold dagger from his boot. After counting twice, he suddenly opened the curtain, turned over and pressed down the defenseless man on the bed, and successfully put the dagger against the throat of the assassination target.
Chen Yanheng looked at him quietly, a weak smile appearing on his face, "I thought you, ahem, wouldn't come."
An Qin, who had rarely suppressed this shameless villain, approached with a dagger and said coldly, "I'm here to take your head!"
Chen Yanheng held his hand, raised his chin, and offered his head as if offering it to him: "I can't cure your poison. You will die anyway. If you can bring my head back with you, it will be a worthy death for me. I am willing to help you."
"you……"
Chen Yanheng pulled his hand against his throat and said, "The guards in the palace, ahem, have already asked me to withdraw. When I left the palace, I left a suicide note that I would never involve you."
An Qin pursed her lips, controlled her hand that was being pulled over, and stubbornly held the dagger across the man's Adam's apple, but did not move.
An Qin hesitated.
He felt mixed emotions. He looked at the haggard man beneath him who was only thinking about him, and he couldn't bear it.
The strange feeling of uneasiness in his heart began to play tricks on him again. An Qin thought that it was not out of pity, but because the owner of the manor was deeply in love and loyal. Fengyue Mountain Villa never cultivates ruthless killers.
The villa protected their families, provided them with food and drink, and taught them to distinguish right from wrong. Although it was a large assassination organization, it never accepted orders to assassinate honest officials or heroes in the world.
It would be fine if Chen Yanheng was always shameless, but An Qin was able to get the account book and leave the palace safely last time, so he really owed Chen Yanheng a favor. Now that this man cares so much about him, it makes it difficult for An Qin to take action.
The candlelight flickered, and a look of struggle flashed in An Qin's eyes. He suddenly put away the dagger, stood up and jumped out of the bed, took out a milky white pill from the inner pocket of his sleeve, and threw it over: "Antidote."
After all, he will still succeed next time he kills.
It would be bad if the owner of the manor knew that he was ungrateful and took advantage of others, and began to doubt his character and personality.
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng: I am willing to die in your hands
An Qin: Serious.JPG
Ying Shijiu and the others who were secretly waiting: "I'm so nervous my palms are sweating!"
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