It was afternoon when Yuanhui received news that his mother and sister had met with trouble. At that moment, he was drinking tea with Shen Xiaohai. Though the expression on his usually kind and benevolent face remained peaceful, it already carried a trace of barely perceptible irritation.

From the day the fate star of this Sixth Miss of the Song family had lit up, everything had deviated from its original course. Prince Duan, who should have been the imperial star, had actually fallen because of this, while Zhou Weizhao’s fate star, which should have disappeared, had instead begun to shine.

He wanted to completely eliminate this young girl who possessed two sets of destiny and profoundly affected the greater situation, but he was shocked to discover that this matter was unexpectedly difficult.

Song Chuyi had actually managed to escape unscathed under the siege of so many death warriors. Although it was true that she could only escape danger with the help of His Highness the Grand Heir and Ye Jingchuan, this in itself was already a kind of capability—after all, he had previously had Shen Xiaohai and the batch of death warriors left behind by Prince Duan follow Song Chuyi for quite some time. He thought he had a complete grasp of the situation around her, yet an accident still occurred.

His murderous intent toward Song Chuyi grew even heavier. When things go against normal patterns, there must be demons at work. Someone whose fate was unclear and who affected others’ destinies truly shouldn’t be allowed to remain in this world to bring calamity upon the people.

Shen Xiaohai cautiously observed Yuanhui’s expression, coughed a few times to clear his throat, then sighed: “This Sixth Miss Song is truly exceptional. If she were really that easy to deal with, my daughter-in-law wouldn’t be that girl from the Tong family.”

The trace of anxiety between Yuanhui’s brows quickly vanished without a trace. His lips turned downward as he closed his eyes, his spine ramrod straight.

The Song family didn’t dare openly make a fuss about Song Chuyi being attacked, nor did they dare report it to the authorities—unless they truly wanted Song Chuyi’s reputation as a lone star of calamity to spread even more loudly.

If they didn’t succeed this time, there would be a next time. If this young girl’s life was truly this resilient, then he would insist on sending her back to where she originally should have gone. Evil spirits from hell should properly stay inside suffering through their torments while awaiting reincarnation. Returning so readily to defy heaven and change fate—even the Bodhisattvas wouldn’t allow her to disrupt the natural order this way.

He glanced at Shen Xiaohai: “Since the Heir Apparent wishes to pledge loyalty to His Highness, you should show some sincerity. Always being unable to accomplish anything simply won’t do.”

Even the most loyal chess piece, if it had no use, was still a wasted piece that could be discarded at any time. The tea water that had already reached Shen Xiaohai’s throat nearly choked him in one gulp. His face reddening, he nodded repeatedly.

He had originally thought that the Marquis Wuning’s household would at least be a decent marriage connection. They had operated in Xibei for many years after all, so even after being dismissed and returning, they should still have some connections. But who would have thought that the Marquis Wuning’s household was just an embroidered pillow.

It was also because Shen Qingrang truly couldn’t get along with Tong Shao. The two families now weren’t forming a marriage alliance—rather, it seemed more like they were forming a feud.

Since matters had already come to this, he could only have his son work hard to repair the relationship on one hand—even after pledging loyalty to the Prince in the future, bringing along the Marquis Wuning’s household might make the Prince look more favorably upon them—while on the other hand, devoting even more effort to climbing up to Prince Dongping and Master Yuanhui.

Seeing him nod, Yuanhui no longer placed his gaze on him, instructing softly: “After such an incident, the Song family will either quickly settle a marriage for Sixth Miss Song, or for the sake of her having a better future, they’ll send her to the Cui family in Jinzhong. Focus your efforts on finding out when she’ll depart.”

It would be easier to make arrangements on the road. Even if the Song family sent Song Jue to personally escort her, the storms along that journey wouldn’t be so easy to avoid.

Shen Xiaohai understood and quickly nodded. He glanced at Yuanhui carefully again and spoke haltingly: “Song Six seems to say… seems to say she recognized my good-for-nothing son…”

Although the Song family couldn’t openly report to the authorities, dealing with the Shen family was still a piece of cake for them, as easy as crushing an ant.

Yuanhui sat in silence without moving, like a clay Buddha statue: “This is the benefactor’s own matter. How can this old monk be of any help?”

Shen Xiaohai felt somewhat dejected. Yuanhui clearly despised him for being useless, still needing to specially come seeking help for such a small matter. He sighed, walked a few steps around the room with his hands behind his back, then took his leave from Yuanhui.

He had just stepped out the door when a young novice rushed in, first bowing to Yuanhui, then calling out with a grave expression: “Master Uncle, Auntie Huang and Elder Sister Huang have both disappeared. They were supposed to deliver vegetables this morning, but they still haven’t come. I immediately had people go down the mountain to check—both Auntie Huang and Elder Sister Huang aren’t at home.”

His mother and sister were both trustworthy people. Whatever time they said they’d deliver vegetables, they had never been even half a moment late. Yuanhui’s brow jumped sharply. For some reason, he felt somewhat abnormally uneasy. He immediately stood up and instructed him: “Have Yuanjue come see me!”

Yuanjue arrived somewhat late. After calling out “Senior Brother,” he first wiped the sweat seeping from his forehead before informing him with a grave expression: “Our people living near Auntie and Elder Sister somehow know nothing at all. It’s as if they vanished suddenly.”

Where in this world was there truly any paradise free from worldly strife? It was only because Auntie Huang and his sister were both unwilling to burden him yet also unwilling to be too far from him that he had gradually made these arrangements bit by bit, finding them such a place right at the foot of Mount Huangjue, convenient for him to look after them thoroughly.

The several households living near them were all carefully selected by him, specifically to protect his mother and sister’s safety. Yet even they hadn’t noticed where his mother and sister had gone?

Something had truly happened.

The first person Yuanhui suspected was actually Song Chuyi. A trace of malevolence flashed imperceptibly through his eyes—though he was unwilling to admit it, this Sixth Miss Song indeed had exceptional qualities. If it were anyone else, they would definitely already be in a complete panic by now. Moreover, according to what Shen Xiaohai said, Song Chuyi had even recognized Shen Qingrang.

Yet she could avoid that unlucky fool and directly set her sights on him?

If this was so, then this person should be killed even more, should even less be allowed to remain in this world. Sooner or later she would become a calamity.

“Investigate!” His expression blank, he turned to stare at Yuanjue: “Investigate carefully. In just one short night, even immortals couldn’t possibly leave no traces. Once you track them down, kill without mercy!”

This word “kill” coming from the mouth of this monk didn’t seem incongruous in the slightest. When he was in Fujian, he had already been a god of death.

This Sixth Miss Song was truly audacious to the heavens, daring to directly come to the foot of Mount Huangjue to kidnap people. Yuanjue pressed his palms together and respectfully acknowledged the order, then swiftly turned and left the room.