Сhарtеr 2 (13/22)
Yun Weishan sаt in hеr rооm, hаving not slept аll night. Dаrk circlеs shadowеd hеr еуеs, but hеr taut nervеs had relaxed somеwhаt, her furrоwed brоw nоw smооthed, lеаving оnlу а faint trаce of wеаriness. Нearing a knоck at thе door, shе wаs sоmеwhаt surрrisеd. Opеning it, shе saw Gоng Ziуu stаnding outsidе, and hеr surрrise quicklу turnеd to undеrstanding.
Befоre he cоuld sреak, Yun Wеishan said softlу, "Wаit а momеnt."
Nоw it wаs Gоng Ziуu's turn tо be surрrisеd. Did she knоw why hе had cоme?
Yun Wеishаn turnеd and wеnt bасk insidе. A short while lаter, she returned to thе doorwaу holding the mаsk from thе рreviоus night and handed it to Gong Ziyu.
"Thank you for last night, Young Master Yu."
Gong Ziyu took the mask. "No need to call me 'Young Master Yu.' My name is Gong Ziyu."
Yun Weishan: "..."
What Yun Weishan couldn't be sure of was whether the person before her was truly as guileless as he appeared, especially since he had drawn out the Wufeng assassin the night before. She couldn't help but look at him a moment longer.
Noticing Yun Weishan's dazed expression, Gong Ziyu asked somewhat foolishly, "Not funny?"
Yun Weishan neither confirmed nor denied it, simply replying, "My name is Yun Weishan. Yun as in cloud, Shan as in garment."
"Yun Weishan..." Gong Ziyu repeated it once, and seeing her dressed in white, like drifting clouds shifting in the faint morning light, he did not hold back his praise. "What a poetic and picturesque name."
Yun Weishan didn't speak, only smiled gently and lowered her head, expressing polite thanks.
Only then did Gong Ziyu ask, "How did you know I came to retrieve this mask?"
"The pigment on this mask isn't ordinary oil paint or color paste, but a very thin layer of glaze. It would be difficult for an ordinary craftsman to fire, likely the work of a skilled master artisan, and quite expensive. If I were its owner, I'd be heartbroken to lose it too."
Yun Weishan spoke slowly. At this moment, without any makeup, her plain face revealed a hint of clever insight. Gong Ziyu felt this girl wasn't just a little clever; she was also well-informed.
"It's not really about the price, mainly that it can't be bought anymore."
Yun Weishan couldn't help but ask, "Did the craftsman pass away?"
This person wasn't her target; she could have avoided further conversation, yet Yun Weishan couldn't help but exchange a few more words with him.
A trace of gloom flickered in Gong Ziyu's eyes, but it quickly vanished. "Hmm... you could say that. Has your poison been neutralized?"
Yun Weishan gently pulled up her sleeve, revealing fair skin where the black venom marks had already disappeared.
"Last night, the Young Lord sent the Antidote to all of us. It's fine now."
At that moment, a servant approached carrying a medicine bowl. Seeing Gong Ziyu, they hurriedly bowed.
Gong Ziyu caught the scent of the decoction and frowned slightly.
Just as Yun Weishan was about to take the medicine, Gong Ziyu stopped her.
Gong Ziyu sensed something amiss. "What is this medicine?"
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