Ye Jingyu sighed, waving for Ying Xiao to leave.
When the door closed.
Ye Jingyu took out a jade slip from a stack of books and handed it over.
Su Yunmo took it and opened it. The jade slip had about thirty pages, with a person's name written at the top of each page.
Flipping to the end, the last page had the words 'Ying Zhao' written in red ink.
Su Yunmo frowned fiercely!
Ye Jingyu: "Forty years ago, the Xu family, four people, three lives. Zhao Xuntian stepped on lives to climb to power. This matter is not false."
In fact, over the years, almost every usable person under Ye Jingcheng's command had a murder case on their hands.
This list was the evidence.
Ye Jingyu: "Although Xu Fu was impersonated by Ying Xiao, this is unavoidable. The real Xu Fu was killed by Zhao Xuntian when he last annihilated the rebel organization."
Su Yunmo frowned fiercely.
No wonder Zhao Xuntian was so certain that the person who appeared at the Zhao residence last time was not a descendant of the Xu family!
On the jade slip, each page had only a few dozen lines, filled with blood, tears, and separation. The injustices were unbearable to look at.
Su Yunmo read page after page, and with every word, her heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife.
Finally, she closed the jade slip, her eyes bloodshot: "The people in the rebel organization are not Japanese pirates hostile to the court, but the descendants of these victims!"
Ye Jingyu knew about her entanglement with the rebel organization and did not want to tell her this so early.
But seeing her eyes filled with hatred and killing intent at this moment, he could only lower his eyebrows and nod.
Su Yunmo's eyes darkened, and she slammed her fist onto the desk.
The desk immediately shattered into pieces.
Ye Jingyu, with quick hands, pulled her from the desk and onto his lap, holding her fist in his large hand.
Her small fist was scraped, showing traces of blood, bright red.
Su Yunmo had never felt such hatred for anyone before.
Even when she found out about Lin Yunying's betrayal, she only felt disgusted, not to the point of hatred.
Three years ago, the Prince of Cheng, to whom she was engaged, suddenly showed her affection and was always attentive.
She had also treated him sincerely, using the intelligence-gathering capabilities of Liman Tower to help him.
At that time, he had said that there were rebels in the common people who were dissatisfied with the court and were gathering a large army to march into the capital under the banner of serving the people, intending to incite a riot.
She had also had her suspicions and sent Hong Feng to investigate. The results of the investigation were that they did indeed have intentions of rebellion.
But Hong Feng had been confirmed to be a spy, which meant that everything she had heard at that time was false!
"Ye, Jing, Cheng!"
So, the fire at the Marquis's residence back then was to silence witnesses!
Ye Jingyu paused slightly as he carefully wiped the wound on her fist and looked up at her directly: "It's time for us to cooperate formally."
By the time Su Yunmo left the Prince Yu's residence, it was completely dark.
She refused the carriage prepared by Qian Xue and walked back to the General's residence.
It was early autumn now, and the wind was cold in the morning and evening.
Su Yunmo always felt that this wind was more biting than in previous years.
The General's residence still had lights on, and the gate was open.
Su Qingtian stood at the main entrance, waiting. Seeing her return alone from a distance, his eyes were dark: "Where did you go?"
Su Yunmo stopped in her tracks. She looked up and saw the person at the gate, her steps faltering slightly before she tiptoed forward lightly.
"Father is so kind today, waiting here to pick up Momo."
"How did you do it?" Su Qingtian looked down at her, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He had personally gone to the prison to see Zhao Xuntian this afternoon. It was true that Zhao Xuntian had killed those people from the Gao Tower, but the bodies had already been buried.
Sneaking past the patrolling guards of the Zhao residence and hanging the bodies back in the Gao Tower was not something a child could do.
He could overlook those things before, but not this time.
The smile on Su Yunmo's face froze, and then she took a deep breath.
She glanced inside the residence; it was quiet with no movement.
At this hour, her mother was likely already asleep.
He had waited for this time to corner her.
"Why is Father questioning me? I just happened to go to the Zhao residence today. Zhao Xiaoxiao is my friend, and I just wanted to help her..."
"Perhaps I did wrong by throwing you into the side courtyard back then, but that was also your mother's own doing, and she has no one to blame but herself," Su Qingtian interrupted her.
Su Yunmo saw the hand that the man had been holding behind his back extend.
His hand was clenched into a fist, imbued with internal energy.
In Su Qingtian's deep eyes, killing intent surged: "But no matter what, I cannot put You'er and the children in danger because of your existence."
A self-mocking smile curved Su Yunmo's lips: "I will leave. You don't need to do anything. If Mother finds out, she will blame you."
Even though she knew he had never considered her part of the family, hearing him say such things in front of her still hurt.
Su Qingtian narrowed his eyes, not believing her.
Su Yunmo gave a wry smile: "Don't worry, I'm serious this time."
She wasn't the real Su Yunmo anyway. When she first arrived at the General's residence, she only wanted to recuperate and take advantage of the General's residence's convenience to get close to the Marquis's siblings.
Now, she had learned everything she needed to know.
Although her martial arts were not fully restored to their peak, it was because this body was young and only needed time. With her current abilities, she was sufficient for self-preservation.
Coupled with the blood debt that had been established, it was time for her to leave.
"General Su, thank you for your care during this time." She bowed deeply and turned to leave.
She must avenge Ye Jingcheng. No matter what, he was a legitimate prince. If it came to the final step, she didn't want to implicate the people of the General's residence.
Su Qingtian watched her receding figure and, for some reason, felt a pang in his heart.
'General Su,' this was the first time she had addressed him like this, and these three words felt very strange.
The child's body was very small, and she looked so lonely and desolate on the vast street.
A five-year-old child, so far from parents and family, could not survive.
But he couldn't be soft-hearted. You'er and the children were more important. This child was just a mistake made back then.
Just a mistake.
"Momo!" A clear shout came from within the mansion gate.
At the same time, the lights in a large section of the General's residence that had been extinguished were all lit.
Su Qingtian frowned and turned back.
Su Siyuan rushed out from the General's residence and ran towards Su Yunmo without stopping.
Su Yunmo turned her head and was embraced by him, momentarily stunned.
Su Siyuan held her tightly, his left arm wrapped around her, his eyes red with anxiety: "Where did you go playing so late? You didn't even bring a servant. What if something happened!"
He had slept early today and had a nightmare at night, dreaming that she had left the General's residence. He went to find Luoluo because he was worried.
Only then did he learn that she had gone out with Father in the morning and had not returned.
Su Yunmo hadn't expected him to come out at this time. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I got lost playing..."
"No, you're lying!" Su Siyuan glared at her.
"I'm your third brother, I know you're lying!"
Su Siyuan had never refuted Su Yunmo so firmly. He looked up and glared hatefully at Su Qingtian.
"How could Father do this? Momo is only five years old. You're driving her out, how can she live alone!"
"If Father insists on making her leave, then just drive me out too!"
Su Qingtian frowned: "Nonsense, come back immediately!"
"I won't!" Su Siyuan tightened his grip on the little person in his arms.
From this angle, Su Yunmo could see his young, round face in profile.
She remembered that when they first met, she had even hit him.
Su Siyuan was a child who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and he was not mature at all.
"Third Brother..."
Not mature at all, but why did she suddenly feel that he was very reliable?
Very reliable indeed.