A few days later, Duan Deran was sentenced to death. Yuzhi did not dare to send him off. It was not that she did not want to see him one last time, but she did not want to see him in a bloody scene. However, she still hid in the corner of the crowd. Her trembling figure turned her back to the execution platform and silently shed tears. In the end, she covered her lips that were about to cry. Her standing body fell weakly and fell to the ground. Others saw it, but no one cared.
The heavens seemed to have pitied someone and gave the world a heavy rain to replace someone's sad cry. The heavy rain poured down and fell on Fu 'an City. It was bone-chilling, causing the entire sky to fall into a gray scene.
The raindrops rustled the leaves, soaking Yuzhi's clothes and her entire body. At this moment, she was kneeling in front of two graves. One was her father's tombstone, and the other was her uncle's tombstone. Both of her only relatives had left her, both had left...
When people were sad, they only dared to cry loudly in the rain. Yuzhi was like this. The rain fell, slid past her thin lower Han, and quickly fell down. Tears and rain intersected, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain.
She didn't understand why her uncle would give in so easily. She didn't understand why he didn't even struggle at all and just accepted the death penalty.
Uncle had said that if he died, those people would let her go…so was it for her? For her sake, he gave up on defending himself in court and gave up on his struggle for life. Was that it?
Then who were those people?
Yuzhi's body was trembling. She didn't know if it was because her body had been hit by the cold rain, but she was shaking very badly.
At this moment, a man in black with a black bamboo hat suddenly appeared behind her. He was the man who had secretly followed Yu Zhi and Shi Changqing to find Duan Deran at Shao Gate. Now, he was here again. Yuzhi had relaxed her guard because of her grief, completely unaware that danger was approaching her.
The man raised his head to look at Yuzhi's back and pulled down his bamboo hat. A dark red mark was revealed on the back of his hand. It was like a plum blossom petal. With a light tap, the man pulled down his bamboo hat to cover his face, as if he did not want anyone to see his face.
The rain dripped into the mud under his feet.
The man in black pulled out the sword in his hand and held it tightly. He stepped on the water and walked towards Yuzhi gently.
Her ears were filled with the sound of rain. How could Yuzhi hear the footsteps of someone approaching her?
He slowly raised his sword and stabbed it towards Yuzhi's back...
There was still a month before the New Year (The ancients called the Spring Festival the New Year's Day).
The rain had changed into a pattering rain, but it still had no intention of stopping. The people of Mu Yun Manor seemed to always be in a hurry. It was Ah Xiao's turn to run in the corridor in a hurry, holding an envelope in his hand.
"Madam, it's bad!" Ah Xiao ran into the temple hall. At this moment, Qiuyue Niang was chanting scriptures.
Qiuyue Niang hated it the most when someone came to disturb her while she was chanting. Even if the person she was facing was Ah Xiao, Qiuyue Niang would still strike him without any pity.
"What happened? Did the sky fall?”Qiuyue Niang asked impatiently.
" Madam..." Ah Xiao panted and said," Miss, Miss left a letter and ran away!”
"What?!" Qiuyue Niang jumped up in surprise and took the letter from Ah Xiao's hand.
At this time, Cai 'er, who was dressed in a white robe that was whiter than snow, walked down the mountain with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand. The wind brought along the drizzle, lingering in the gloomy air. Her snow-white face was cold, but her small nose bridge was frozen, as if she had just cried, making people feel pity for her.
She didn't hesitate to take a step forward. Even if the Mu Yun Manor behind her was getting further and further away, Cai 'er wouldn't be reluctant to part with it. This was perhaps the first time she was so bold, leaving the Mu Yun Manor alone, the small space she had stayed in for nineteen years.
After returning to the manor, Mu Zheng walked straight to Qiuyue Niang and took the opened envelope from her hand…
The drizzle lingered endlessly, like the spring rain stopping in winter. Bit by bit, it connected to Chengyang District, the place where the emperor's younger brother, Li Zhen, had once stayed.
Compared to Fu 'an City, Chengyang District had a little more of a rustic feel to it. It felt like walking into the hearts of the common people.
Chengyang District was the border between the Southern Country and Yuan Country. It was separated by a mountain ridge, and after crossing it, it was the territory of Yuan Country.
The carriage that he had taken along the way had actually come here.
It did not rain anymore. He did not know if it had never rained in Chengyang before. In short, there were no traces of rain. The slightly cold wind blew through the crowded streets. The childish voice of a child echoed in the alley. What a familiar memory.
How did this happen? Why did this happen?
Forgive her, this was not willfulness.
The cold wind blew against the isolated palace. In the dark and windy night, this huge palace seemed a little lonely without any lights. It was as if it had been forgotten, easily forgotten.
Hibiscus was sitting by the window. The window was open, and the cold wind blew in. The window swayed and creaked in the quiet and dark room.
Perhaps it was because of the traces of rain, but the wind made her face hurt a little and messed up her black hair. However, she insisted on opening the window expressionlessly. Perhaps she wanted to see the night view of the Southern Kingdom's Imperial Palace.
After Su Tu and the others escorted her here, they brought his soldiers back to Beiliao the next day, leaving only dozens of highly skilled guards and a few palace maids to protect her.
Just thinking about it was ridiculous. A brothel girl would one day become the princess of the Northern Liao Dynasty, but if she returned to the Southern Kingdom again, who knew if she would fall into hell.
Under the dim light of the night, Fleur grabbed the kettle on the table and poured herself a cup of hot tea. Then she poured another cup and placed it on the opposite side, as if she was waiting for someone.
Time was not fast. Fleur picked up the tea in front of her and took a sip. When she put it down, a figure suddenly flashed across the room and then appeared in front of Fleur with her head lowered.
Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could be sure that it was a burly man. He even carried a sword, giving people the feeling that he had never existed. At a glance, one could tell that he was a martial artist.
"Coming!" Fleur said lightly.
There was no reply. The man remained standing there.
"Sit down! The weather is cold, have a cup of hot tea." Seemingly used to the man's silence, Fleur appeared very calm.
"This subordinate can stand!" The man finally opened his mouth. Judging from his voice, the man was probably only around 18 years old. However, he forced himself to speak in a very strong tone. The six words were said very stiffly, and it could be felt that this person had never had any expression.
"Up to you!" said Fleur.
The man didn't say anything else. It was hard to imagine what it would be like to break down and be bored talking to such a person.
"Have you already told your master?”asked Fleur.
"Master asked me to protect you in secret! Therefore, Princess need not worry about your safety." the man said.
"Are you telling me to leave my safety to you?”asked Fleur, feigning suspicion.
"I will protect you with my life!"
"There are actually some inexplicable people in this world who live for others!”said Fleur mockingly.
" Princess, you're wrong. It's a mission." The man corrected her mistake and did not care about his status being lower than hers at all.
Fleur's lips curled into a small smile in the darkness. Perhaps he was right.
"Cold, sit down!" Fleur spoke again, as though afraid he would disagree, and added,"That's an order.”
Hearing this, the man called Leng still obeyed the order and sat down opposite Fleur.
The wind was still blowing wildly. Leng got up and wanted to close the window, but was stopped by Fleur.
"I know you're not afraid of the cold. Don't turn it off!”
"This subordinate is worried that princess will catch a cold!”he said coldly.
"It's nothing. I just suddenly felt like enjoying the night breeze.”said Fleur.
Leng didn't say anything else, but the atmosphere in the dark was stiff and uncomfortable.
"Have you investigated the matter? It was said that the Crown Prince of the Southern Kingdom had fallen ill for three years.”asked Fleur, now that the subject had changed.
"Man-made!" Leng said with certainty.
"Are you sure it's man-made?"
"Emperor Li Chen only has one son, and he is destined to be the next Crown Prince. No one would not be thinking about this throne. Since ancient times, it is not strange for powerful officials to plot to usurp the throne and kill the Crown Prince. To the Crown Prince of the Southern Kingdom, it was just a plot that had been prepared for three years. The other party might be slowly waiting for an opportunity.”
"Looks like this trip wasn't in vain. We have to start waiting for an opportunity.”said Fleur coolly.
"This subordinate will find out the mastermind behind this as soon as possible.”
"Tell him not to worry about me!”said Fleur.
"This subordinate understands!"
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