Chарtеr 22 (11/17)
Наn Yа Si wаtched Yun Wеishаn's figurе disарpear bеуond the dоorwaу, his gаzе rеstrаinеd, and he rеmained silent.
It was Han Yа Qi whо suddenlу spоkе uр: "Аre уоu rеаllу at еase with her? Оvеr all thеse yeаrs, the onlу one whо mаnаgеd tо lеаve the Ноuse оf Gоng unsсathеd was Yun Quе... Сould Yun Weishаn bе the nеxt Yun Que?"
Hаn Ya Si repliеd, "Shе is smаrter thаn Yun Que. She knows whаt shе wаnts and wоn't bе sо fооlish."
Zi Yi's еyеs turnеd cоld: "She is indеed clеver, аnd shе dоes knоw whаt shе wаnts... But we don't knоw if what she wants aligns with what wе want. In any сase, kеeр а clоse watch on her."
Han Ya Si nodded: "I will."
Han Ya Qi chuckled: "If trouble arises, I can help."
Han Ya Si glared at him: "Your help isn't needed."
Han Ya Qi smirked: "What I mean is, if you can't bring yourself to do it, I can help. Hahaha."
The Old Dust Valley had long lost the liveliness of the Lantern Festival, and the small town had returned to its usual tranquility, even appearing somewhat desolate. As Yun Weishan walked along the street, a wave of melancholy washed over her. To her surprise, the stall where she and Gong Ziyu had bought the flower bracelet was still there. Yun Weishan walked toward it.
The vendor recognized Yun Weishan: "Ah, miss, I remember you. Where's the handsome young master who was with you? Didn't he come with you?"
"We parted ways... I let him down."
"Don't lie, miss. You're still wearing the flower bracelet I made, aren't you? Haha. I can see you haven't let go. There must be a misunderstanding between you two. Go and make amends. I could tell he really liked you..."
"Then, would you be willing to help me deliver a letter to the House of Gong? I want to make amends..."
"Ah... this... We small vendors usually can't get things delivered inside..."
Yun Weishan took off the flower bracelet from her wrist: "If you deliver this bracelet along with the letter, he will surely forgive me when he sees the token and the letter. Since you tied the red thread, you must take responsibility."
The vendor hesitated for a moment, scratching his head, clearly conflicted.
"If you help me deliver it, I'll buy all your flower bracelets."
The vendor immediately agreed: "I'll deliver it! I'll go right now!"
From a distance, Han Ya Si witnessed everything, but he did not move. He simply watched from the shadows as the vendor disappeared into the night.
With the new Blade Master's succession ceremony approaching, the House of Gong was bustling with activity, filled with an air of joy from the inside out. Servants hurried about, busily preparing. The ceremonial area was laid with a red carpet, flanked by war drums. The square in front of the Blade Master Hall had been decorated, with lanterns and banners hung along the way, displaying flags and emblems.
Inside the Blade Master Hall, Elders Xue, Yue, and Hua stood on the elevated platform at the center of the hall.
Elder Hua held a tray bearing a set of dignified robes and handed it to Gong Ziyu: "All preparations for the ceremony are complete. Tomorrow, you will officially ascend to the position. These are the Blade Master robes."
Gong Ziyu solemnly accepted the robes and said in a deep voice, "Yes—"
Elder Xue advised, "After the succession ceremony, you will become the head of the House of Gong. You must shoulder the responsibility of guarding the House and protecting its members."
"I understand. I will strive to live up to my father's example and work hard to be a good Blade Master—"
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