What!?
Qiao Shu widened her eyes in horror.
She had offended the Regent King!?
The owner of this handkerchief was actually Ye Piaoling…
Which meant it was Ye Piaoling who had offended the Regent King!!
Qiao Shu was dumbfounded.
She had only come forward pretending to be the owner thinking she could gain some benefit, never expecting such an outcome!
In an instant, Qiao Shu regretted it so much her guts twisted.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say she wasn’t actually the person Chonghua Palace was looking for.
But her throat was full of blood; as soon as she opened her mouth, only gurgling sounds came out, and for a moment she couldn’t utter a single word…
Liang Yun looked at her half-dead state and nodded with satisfaction:
Hmm, this should do!
Only then did he order his subordinates to drag her before Di Xiulan…
“My lord, I have found the person.”
Qiao Shu, severely injured, lay prostrate on the ground. In her daze, she saw a noble figure reclining on a high seat.
It was said the Regent King was as beautiful as a celestial being. Qiao Shu very much wanted to see that world-toppling face, but the invisible pressure made her too afraid to even lift her head. She could only kneel trembling on the ground.
As for any extra words, she didn’t dare utter a single one.
Because she suddenly realized that deceiving the Regent King was also a capital offense. Only by continuing the pretense might she have a sliver of hope for survival!
A slip of paper was tossed down, accompanied by the man’s heavenly voice.
“Have her read it.”
Liang Yun picked it up and glanced at it, his head full of question marks.
Liang Yun: ??
Puzzled, Liang Yun could only follow his lord’s command and hand the paper to Qiao Shu: “Read it.”
Qiao Shu tremblingly took the paper.
On it were only two words: Holy shit.
Qiao Shu was bewildered.
Holy shit?
What did this mean? It seemed like some kind of curse?
Why did she have to read this?!
Di Xiulan toyed with a thumb ring in his hand, a cold curve at the corner of his lips.
That audacious woman had left behind two things: a handkerchief, and a “holy shit.”
Qiao Shu stared at the words on the paper, utterly confused.
Liang Yun urged: “His Highness wants you to read it.”
Qiao Shu didn’t dare disobey. She swallowed some bloody foam and read it out in the gentlest, most charming voice she could muster:
“Ho… holy shit…”
After hearing it, Di Xiulan closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
This woman was definitely not the one from the previous night.
That “holy shit” back then had been uttered quite fluently, with full vigor, and the tone and voice were completely different from now…
His slender fingers impatiently rubbed his temples: “Wrong person found, how annoying.”
Liang Yun was instantly shocked.
What?!
The person he had tracked down was actually wrong?
He glanced at Qiao Shu and immediately understood—this woman was lying!
“How dare you deceive Chonghua Palace! Do you want to die?!”
Qiao Shu was so frightened she kowtowed repeatedly, hurriedly saying: “Spare me, my lord! This servant did not mean to deceive! This servant knows who you are looking for… This handkerchief was indeed given to me by my aunt, but not long ago, the eldest daughter of the Ye family, Ye Piaoling, took a liking to it and took it away…”
“So the one who offended His Highness must be her! If you don’t believe me, capture her and interrogate her on the spot… If I speak even half a lie, may I be struck by lightning!”
Ye Piaoling?
Hearing this name, Liang Yun’s expression shifted: “That Ye family’s legitimate daughter who was born with an immortal vein but later became a waste?”
Since she was an Immortal Vein Bearer, the matter was no longer simple…
People on this continent only knew that Immortal Vein Bearers were geniuses and regarded them as auspicious signs.
But they had no idea why the Immortal Vein truly existed, nor the real meaning it held!
“An Immortal Vein Bearer?”
Di Xiulan lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest.
Well, this was getting a bit interesting.
Liang Yun said, “Master, I’ll go capture her right away!”
“No need.”
Di Xiulan smiled faintly.
Since that was the case, he didn’t mind making a trip himself to see what was going on with that woman…
…
Qiao Shu was thrown back in front of the Ye Manor’s gate, barely clinging to life.
After Ye Liao Zhai returned to the manor and heard that a maid had been taken away by Chonghua Palace, only to be beaten and sent back, he was utterly horrified.
To think a maid from his household had offended Chonghua Palace! Fearing he might be implicated, Ye Liao Zhai immediately ordered Qiao Shu to be driven out.
Such a maid was nothing but trouble—who would dare keep her at home?
When Ye Piaoling heard about it, her feelings were complicated.
Since the handkerchief had been given to the original owner by Qiao Shu, Chonghua Palace must have mistaken Qiao Shu for the person from the previous night.
As night fell, Ye Piaoling sprawled lazily on a rocking chair in the courtyard, eating watermelon while sighing at the unpredictability of fate.
If it weren’t for Qiao Shu, the one getting beaten might have been her…
“Swish!”
A black-clad, masked figure suddenly leaped over the wall, holding a forty-centimeter-long broadsword, and charged straight at her.
It was the assassin hired by Concubine Liu.
Startled, Ye Piaoling quickly swallowed the melon in her mouth and shouted, “Wait!”
The assassin sneered, pointing the sharp blade at her. “Any last words? I love hearing last words.”
Ye Piaoling asked, “How much did the person who hired you pay?”
The assassin replied, “Three hundred taels.”
“So little?!” Ye Piaoling looked astonished. “I think my life is worth at least a thousand taels. Don’t you agree?”
Hearing this, the assassin frowned and thought for a moment. “You make a good point. After I take your life, I’ll go back to the employer and demand the difference.”
In the shadows not far away, two figures stood, unnoticed until now.
Di Xiulan stood tall and graceful, dressed in a black robe embroidered with dark golden, demonically beautiful patterns, the hem of his robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
Liang Yun said, “Master, someone has come to assassinate Ye Piaoling. Should we intervene?”
Di Xiulan raised a hand to stop him, a flicker of interest flashing in his deep eyes. “Let’s see what she’s capable of.”