Seeing her strange expression and thoughtful demeanor, Wen Cong guessed she should have already figured out who the “Su family person” he mentioned was, otherwise she would have immediately pressed him about the person’s identity! He said, “Miss, you should know who the Su family person I mentioned is! Though I don’t know what relationship you have with that man, from what you’ve said, he must be very important to you. I’ve already told you everything I know. As for other matters, I know nothing! Back then I didn’t ask questions either—I only agreed to help out of a past favor. As for… if you want to know the details, why not go ask that person from the Su family? He’s also at the manor right now!”
Having learned about the situation from back then, Ji Yunshu indeed should immediately go ask Su Ziluo—ask him exactly how he rescued Jingrong, and why he concealed the rescue for three years without informing anyone.
But—
It was too sudden!
Even too unexpected!
She now had too many concerns in her heart. She didn’t know what kind of scene it would be when she stood before Su Ziluo, nor did she know what kind of answer she would receive when she questioned him. And she couldn’t be certain whether she could accept that unknown answer. It was as if tangled ropes were wildly stirring in her heart, tightly binding every organ and cell in her body.
Inexplicably anxious!
At a loss!
She remained silent for a long time, only temporarily requesting of Wen Cong, “Divine Physician Wen, I now know what I should do! And thank you for being willing to tell me these things. Only… could you keep this confidential for me temporarily?”
“You can rest assured about that. I had actually already forgotten about that incident from years ago. I only suddenly remembered it today upon seeing you. Naturally, I won’t mention it to anyone else.” Wen Cong agreed. Actually, saving someone was just a small matter to him. Over the decades, he had saved countless people. If not for hearing his two nephews mention the name Ji Yunshu today, he would have already forgotten about that incident from years ago.
Afterward, Ji Yunshu thanked him repeatedly before leaving.
After she left, Wen Cong sat alone in the room, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to three years ago—he still remembered that day he was drinking wine beneath a bamboo pavilion by a lake in the suburbs. Present were also several old friends who shared his interests. The group drank while idly chatting about matters of the martial world—those days were incomparably carefree. But on that very day, Su Ziluo suddenly found him and brought a critically ill man before him, requesting that he spare no effort to save him.
He still remembered the scene when he saw that man. His face was deathly pale, his features gaunt, his forehead wrapped in thick bandages that still couldn’t stop the constantly gushing fresh blood. The glaring, horrifying blood had nearly dyed his clothes red—he looked no different from the living dead!
By rights, the Wen and Su families had never gotten along. There was no reason Wen Cong should help Su Ziluo save someone. However—many years ago, Wen Cong had encountered a gang of rampant bandits in the forest and nearly lost his life. Fortunately, Su Ziluo’s father had rescued him in time, so he owed the Su family a favor.
This was why he helped!
For a full half month, he exhausted all his lifelong learning to pull Jingrong, who already had one foot in the gates of hell, back to life. During that half month, Su Ziluo refused to mention any information about Jingrong, only saying two words—old friend!
After Jingrong safely awakened, Su Ziluo took him away. Everything was rushed and hurried, without leaving any words behind. As a result, Wen Cong knew nothing about the person he had saved, only knowing that while unconscious each day, the man would call out one person’s name—”Yunshu.” He wasn’t clear who the person bearing this name was, but he knew “Yunshu” must be that man’s most important person, someone he couldn’t let go of.
He hadn’t expected that three years later, he would meet the person called “Yunshu”!
Speaking of coincidences—back then Su Ziluo brought Jingrong to find him, and now his two nephews brought Ji Yunshu to find him. Perhaps fate had already ordained it.
But—
He feared there would be many, many more twists and turns in this…
After leaving Wen Cong’s courtyard, Ji Yunshu walked through the manor as if in a daze. Finally, she stopped a servant and asked, “Excuse me, where does General Su reside?”
The servant pointed in a direction for her, then asked, “Miss, shall this humble one take you there?”
She politely declined, hesitating in place for a while, her heart still struggling in every way.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Clearly, she only needed to go find Su Ziluo and ask clearly, and all the confusion from these three years could be unraveled one by one!
But… her heart was a jumble of mixed feelings, various emotions inexplicably surging in her chest.
When her gaze looked toward the direction of Su Ziluo’s courtyard, her hands clasped tightly together inside her clothing, and beads of sweat seeped out bit by bit from the fine lines in her palms.
In the end—
She still didn’t go!
This matter was too significant for her!
Perhaps after investigating Li Shiyan’s matter, it would be most appropriate to go ask then.
…
On this side, after Su Ziluo returned to his room, Qi’er immediately went to investigate Zhao Quanzhi’s matter. At this moment, only he remained alone in the room.
He pushed open the window and sat by the windowsill, coldly looking outside. This season was when tree leaves grew most luxuriantly—the leaves were verdantly green, growing toward the sunlight. Mottled leaves fell on the ground, swaying in waves when the gentle breeze passed, as if even one’s eyes would be dazzled by the movement…
The hand resting on his thigh also clenched tightly, his gaze gloomy.
Suddenly, a figure flashed into the room.
The door was then closed!
Su Ziluo didn’t turn his head. He knew who had come.
“Someone is investigating the heir apparent’s matter!” The newcomer walked behind him, his tone low, sounding cold and indifferent.
After hearing this sentence, Su Ziluo seemed to have anticipated it long ago, showing no shock whatsoever. He only turned his head slightly to ask, “Who?”
Jingrong walked to his side, his gaze also looking out the window. The leaves swayed, just like his heart faintly trembling, then he uttered a sentence from his mouth: “A young lady surnamed Ji.”
A young lady surnamed Ji!
At this moment, Su Ziluo’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and those eyes with distinct black and white became increasingly heavy, increasingly dark… even somewhat moist.
Actually, he had guessed it!
He also knew Ji Yunshu must have gone to see Li Shiyan, otherwise Li Shiyan absolutely wouldn’t have said those strange words!
Sure enough, the woman he encountered that night was Ji Yunshu!
He just hadn’t expected that this day would still come after all!
Three years!
Jingrong lowered his eyes to glance at him, as if trying to discern some unusual emotion from his eyes. But apart from the faintly flickering starlight in Su Ziluo’s eyes, they were as calm as usual, showing no abnormality.
It seemed he didn’t know that young lady surnamed Ji.
Jingrong also withdrew his scrutinizing gaze.
Su Ziluo took a light breath and said, “How is she investigating?”
After hearing these words, Jingrong’s hand gripping the sword couldn’t help but tighten, then he asked in return, “Shouldn’t you be asking me… who she is?”
His voice was extremely cold.
Bone-piercingly cold!
Su Ziluo’s expression remained flat: “What difference does it make if I know? What difference if I don’t know?”
After a long moment, Jingrong turned to look at him and told him unhurriedly, “That young lady is someone I met in the South Frontier desert. At that time, I was severely injured. She saved me. She kept calling me by another name—Jingrong.”
Eh!
Su Ziluo said nothing.
“She also told me many things about her and that man, and told me about the upheaval three years ago. And coincidentally, three years ago, I was saved by you! I don’t remember anything from the past. She followed me from South Frontier to Yanjing, and now she’s also at the manor.” Jingrong paused slightly, then asked word by word, very earnestly: “Now, I ask you again—who exactly am I?”
He still carefully observed Su Ziluo’s expression.
But Su Ziluo remained as coolly composed as ever. After a moment, he finally raised his head to look at him. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down for a long time before he answered, “No matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same. Your name is Lichuan, and you are a disciple of Master Gaohui from Longshan Temple.”
Jingrong’s expression fluctuated slightly—one couldn’t tell whether he truly believed it or not.
Su Ziluo continued, “Lichuan, I’ve also said before—if you want to leave, I won’t stop you. All your decisions are in your own hands. No one can interfere.”