Chарtеr 2 (20/22)
Fоurth Мiss Sоng сut in: "We're аll hеrе fоr thе Young Lord, so оf сourse wе'd learn аbоut things in аdvаnсе. Let's all stоp pretending, alright? Miss Yun, уоu don't nеed tо wоrrу еither. Еvеn if thе Yоung Lоrd chоoses Miss Jiаng, thеre's still thе Gong family's Sеcond Мaster Gоng. Gоng Shаngjuе is оf аgе now and wоn't wаit until the nехt bridе selеctiоn. Sеcond Маster Gоng's prestige is nо less than the Yоung Lоrd's."
"Мiss Yun is definitеly going to bесоme thе Yоung Lоrd's wifе, right?" Shаngguаn Qian's ехprеssion shiftеd slightly as shе uncоnsсiоusly tоuсhеd hеr waist. Hanging frоm her belt was a jadе pendant, its quаlity visibly wаrm to thе tоuch, сlearly no ordinary piece.
Yun Weishan remained impassive: "It makes no difference to me. Second Master Gong is also a good man."
Shangguan Qian smiled faintly: "That won't do."
Yun Weishan: "Why not?"
Shangguan Qian answered firmly: "Because I like Second Master Gong."
Everyone was somewhat taken aback.
A pair of black embroidered boots walked toward the dungeon, the Hidden Weapon Pouch at the waist exuding a chilling aura, proceeding unimpeded along the way. When Gong Yuanzhi slipped into the dungeon, he saw the poisoned wine placed on the table.
He frowned and murmured softly: "Someone's been here?"
Gong Yuanzhi picked up a bowl of water and splashed it on the unconscious Zheng Nanyi lying on the ground.
Zheng Nanyi's eyes were already somewhat dazed, whether from severe injuries or imprisonment, she had long lost the will to live.
Gong Yuanzhi began interrogating: "Chi, Mei, Wang, Liang... I hear Wufeng's assassins are divided into these four ranks, right? Given your abilities and martial arts, you're probably the lowest 'Chi'..." He chuckled lowly, looking contemptuously at the person on the ground.
Zheng Nanyi did not refute.
Gong Yuanzhi: "Such a rare opportunity, and they only sent a Chi... were they sending you to die..."
Only then did Zheng Nanyi sneer coldly: "People of Wufeng are not afraid of death."
Gong Yuanzhi picked up the cup of wine on the table, rubbing it gently, a smile on his face: "Many people aren't afraid of death. But that's only because they don't know that sometimes, living is far more terrifying than dying."
He rarely spoke in such a gentle tone, as if this were something truly exciting.
After speaking, Gong Yuanzhi picked up that same cup of wine, holding it up meaningfully for her to see.
Zheng Nanyi snorted coldly: "You must be the Gong Yuanzhi they say is the best at using poison, right? Even if I die, I won't open my mouth to drink your poisoned wine." She clenched her teeth futilely.
Gong Yuanzhi walked up to Zheng Nanyi and slowly began unbuttoning the collar of her clothes.
Tears welled up in Zheng Nanyi's eyes, but she still pressed her lips tightly together, closing her eyes without uttering a word.
The dungeon was already deep and dark, leaving only darkness in her eyes. This darkness was not unfamiliar to her; she had even grown up alongside it since childhood. It made her vaguely recall that day in the Wufeng training room, when she walked in wearing Chi-rank attire, and Han Ya Qi was waiting for her.
Zheng Nanyi smiled, letting Han Ya Qi embrace her, then using the warmest body to utter the coldest words: "I want you to help me with something."
Zheng Nanyi lost herself in that fleeting tenderness: "I'm willing to do anything for you."
Han Ya Qi: "I want you to help me protect someone."
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