Shen Tangning woke up once in the middle of the night, her eyes still sleepy. She touched the pillow and found her hand was ice cold. Only then did she realize that Chi Yan had not returned all night.
She was no longer sleepy, so she sat up, wrapped in the covers, and recalled what she had seen during the day, feeling a chill run down her neck.
She initially thought the mastermind was the Fourth Prince, but now she felt something was amiss. The Fourth Prince was meticulous in his actions, leaving no room for error, and he didn't seem to have any deep-seated hatred for Chi Yan...
Why deliberately send such a large gift to provoke him?
This act, which resembles venting anger, doesn't seem to be his doing.
After the incident, she also considered the possibility that the person who suggested cutting off Feng Zhiwen's fingers was Jiang Qingyue. She had a deep rift with her and it was not impossible that she was motivated by revenge.
But there's a problem: if it's Jiang Qingyue, then her target should be herself, not Chi Yan.
Shen Tangning lowered her eyes and pressed her temples, unusually unable to sort out her thoughts.
The door opened slightly, and she looked up to see Xue Qing tiptoeing in. When they met eyes, Xue Qing gave her a fawning smile: "I heard some noise and knew that Miss must have woken up."
Shen Tangning instantly understood her thoughts, her gaze knowing: "You can't sleep?"
Xueqing's face stiffened. She had seen such a bloody scene during the day, and every time she closed her eyes, that scene was still there. How could she fall asleep?
Seeing her nod pitifully, Shen Tangning chuckled and patted the footstool: "Come here."
Xueqing couldn't help but smile, taking a few steps forward to sit down. The two, mistress and servant, snuggled together, and she hugged her knees to suppress a slight shiver: "Miss, if that severed finger really is Young Master's, then wouldn't he be..."
Shen Tangning remained silent for a while before saying, "That depends on his fate."
Some people suffer a great misfortune and never recover.
Some people are transformed by this, rising from the ashes.
But the most important thing now is whether he can save his life.
Hopefully, it's not too late over there...
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Huo Cheng clutched his chest and fled back. Yan Xingzhou's gaze darkened when he saw him: "You're injured? Who did this?"
He lowered his head in shame: "My master sent me to deliver something, but on my way back I was targeted. The man was highly skilled in martial arts, and I was no match for him..."
Yan Xingzhou's face turned cold, and his eyes showed a hint of suspicion: "Chi Yan actually has such a master by his side?"
Huo Cheng was also puzzled. He had been trained as a guard for His Highness, and his martial arts skills were already quite good.
But Chi Yan was just a spoiled brat in the past, how could he have such a talented person by his side?
However, this was not the time to discuss this. Huo Cheng's expression became more solemn: "Your Highness, I am worried that our whereabouts may have been exposed. In addition, Chi Yan and the people of Jingzhao Prefecture are pressing us step by step. They will probably find us here soon. We should not stay here any longer!"
Yan Xingzhou was somewhat annoyed; the matter hadn't been accomplished yet, and he was about to be exposed!
However, now is not the time to complain or blame others; his existence must not be discovered!
"We'll be too conspicuous during the day; let's leave after dark!"
Huo Cheng nodded, then paused slightly, as if thinking of something: "What about the one inside the house?"
...
Feng Zhiwen lay motionless in the corner, his face ashen; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was dead.
Even a strong and resolute man would find the pain of a severed finger unbearable, let alone a rich young master who was unable to carry anything heavy.
Whenever he thought he was in excruciating pain, only to open his eyes and find himself back in the dark, gloomy woodshed, Feng Zhiwen felt as if each day was an eternity.
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