Chapter 223:
Anything else?
Ming Jian didn’t know what he wanted to ask, and cautiously said: “That sickly person seems to have fallen ill as well.”
As he spoke, he seemed to understand something, his gaze brightening as he said with killing intent: “Prince, do you mean to take his life while he is sick?”
Ming Jian felt he had accurately grasped his master’s feelings, but Lu Ziyan fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. “Don’t touch him.”
He threw off the bedding and got out of bed, walking step by step out the door.
It was an overcast day, and in the wind-swept Northern Region, it appeared even more gloomy and solemn.
Only in his early twenties, still a young man who had practiced martial arts since childhood and was dragon spirit tiger fierce, yet at this moment Lu Ziyan had graying hair at his temples, with a layer of short, thick stubble on his face. He looked utterly disheveled, as if a gust of wind could knock him over, but the killing intent in his eyes was palpable, inspiring fear in anyone who saw it.
He stared straight in the direction of the Capital City for a long while, then faintly said: “Pass the order: we return to the capital in three days.”
It was very simple, but what he owed her, he had to get back for her without missing a single bit.
There were too many people who deserved to die. This time, he had to kill quickly and not drag it out like in his past life, enduring for five whole years.
“Then…” Ming Jian hesitated: “What about Dayang Lake…”
“Keep searching,” Lu Ziyan closed his eyes. “Send people to watch that sickly person’s every move.”
With that, he turned and went back into the room.
Ming Jian looked at the closed door and quickly instructed his men below to prepare some easily digestible meals to send over.
Their family’s prince had been unconscious for three days without a single grain of rice.
“Hey!” Once all the instructions were given, Ming Jian elbowed the person beside him and puzzledly said: “Why do you think the prince won’t kill that sickly person?”
It was precisely because of that sickly person that Miss Xie decided to escape. In truth, he was also the murderer who caused Miss Xie’s death.
Ming Feng looked haggard all over. He was silent for a moment before saying: “If the sickly person dies, wouldn’t that just fulfill them?”
Ming Jian: “…”
His pupils slowly widened, clearly not having expected such a reason.
But on second thought, given how obsessively mad their master was, he might really feel that whoever went down first to keep Miss Xie company was getting the greatest bargain.
Those two living together, leaving their master alone in the world, desolate and lonely…
That indeed wouldn’t do.
Ming Jian nodded deeply in agreement. “Can’t kill him, indeed can’t kill him.”
Ming Feng ignored him and strode away.
“Hey!” Ming Jian hurriedly called after him, unconvinced: “Who would’ve thought—you actually understand the master so well.”
Ming Feng didn’t even turn his head.
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Bianzhou City.
Thanks to Lu Ziyan, this place which had been rife with bandits just two years ago—where life was unbearable for the people, folks cowering at home could still be abducted, and going out required constant vigilance—now had security that ranked among the top in the dynasty after his visit.
Xie Wanning had come here alone several days ago. At first, she was like a startled bird, wrapped up tightly to avoid drawing attention.
Later she discovered that though the security here hadn’t reached the point of doors left unlocked at night and objects not picked up on the road, single women going out were indeed common everywhere. There were no malicious gazes following, nor ruffians who would bully you just for being alone.
Moreover, the South was still more prosperous, and with the Great Khan’s open customs, there were plenty of unmarried young ladies walking the streets. Unlike Northern Region women who deliberately dressed plainly, they wore all sorts of colorful skirts that accentuated their graceful figures, finally letting Xie Wanning experience what it meant that Jiangnan was full of beauties.
