"No, don't touch me, don't touch me!" Feng Qing'er screamed miserably, covering her head desperately.
All her composure of the past few days vanished in an instant.
The little dumpling said, "Don't panic. I was just saying casually, flowing water is harmless."
Besides, they weren't so unlucky as to drink her blood.
She paused, then added, "This river is fine too. You're not yet powerful enough to kill anyone."
Blood would be diluted in water, and blood outside the body would not infect people after a while.
Feng Qing'er stopped, her fear replaced by a glimmer of hope as she looked up, "Really? They're all fine?"
No one was killed, that was great...
The corners of her lips curved into a gentle and tragically beautiful smile, and then she collapsed.
"Qing'er!" Han Jitong quickly picked her up, "Come and see, what's wrong with her?"
Ye Jingyu carried the little dumpling and placed her on the ground.
Su Yunmo walked over and took her pulse, "It's nothing serious, just too frightened. The wound isn't very deep either."
She took out some wound medicine from her embrace, applied it, and bandaged it simply.
"Take her back. She'll wake up soon. She needs to rest and recover her spirit. Keep a close eye on her and don't let her run out again."
"Okay, I know, I know," Han Jitong nodded repeatedly, then glanced back at the river with a complex expression, "Is it really not serious?"
Su Yunmo shook her head, "Unless both of you have wounds and your blood mixes."
Han Jitong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It didn't matter what happened to him, he was just afraid that if he harmed others, Qing'er would blame herself.
Ye Jingyu rode his horse over, bent down, lifted the little dumpling onto the horse, and put an arm around her. "Qianxue, go prepare the carriage and send them back."
Han Jitong: "Thank you."
Ye Jingyu rode away.
After they were far enough away, Su Yunmo confirmed that Han Jitong and the others couldn't hear her before speaking, "You helped find Feng Qing'er, didn't you?"
Ye Jingyu, for once, didn't hide it from her, "A month ago, Ying Xiao found her in a brothel in a remote town. She was locked in a woodshed, holding that dagger, so Ying Xiao recognized her easily."
Su Yunmo crossed her arms, "Is she also the daughter of one of the ministers involved in those wrongful cases? Do you need her to provide clues?"
"Not clues. As long as she speaks up, her father's case can definitely be overturned, and Ye Jingcheng will have no escape." Ye Jingyu was very certain.
However, judging by the current situation, it seemed impossible for her to testify anytime soon.
Su Yunmo was a little puzzled, "Only she can do it? I remember you captured two of Ye Jingcheng's men before. Haven't you interrogated them yet?"
Ye Jingyu: "They're dead."
Su Yunmo's heart skipped a beat. She knew Ye Jingyu was prudent and wouldn't have made a mistake during interrogation. This meant someone had silenced them.
Ye Jingcheng was currently confined to his residence and couldn't have done this. That left only Lin Zequ.
She narrowed her eyes, a hint of a different expression flashing in them.
Now, Feng Qing'er was the only card she could play. It seemed she had to find a way to cure her illness, no matter what.
The Rebirth Flower...
She was suddenly hit on the head.
"Ah!" the little dumpling shrieked, covering her head with both hands and puffing out her cheeks angrily, "What are you doing?"
Ye Jingyu glanced at her, "No more wild thoughts. I will handle this matter. Go back and study your books properly."
She had just fought with the Nanjiang people and injured herself, and now she was still active with her thoughts. She really didn't learn her lesson.
The little dumpling pouted and crossed her arms, "Hmph! If you don't care, so what!"
Although she said that, Ye Jingyu was still worried.
For the next few days, he kept a close eye on her, but even with such vigilance, he had his own affairs to attend to and couldn't watch Su Yunmo all the time.
Su Yunmo took advantage of his busy schedule to pore over ancient books about the Rebirth Flower.
However, apart from the people of the Pu Suo tribe in Nanjiang, there seemed to be no other way.
But now the Nanjiang people were in hiding, and even the people sent out by the Blood Scar Sect couldn't find them.
"Although they couldn't find them, there's still Linlang in the Prince Lian's mansion," Zi Yuan finally reminded her.
Su Yunmo: "But Ye Jingcheng is currently confined to the mansion, and Lin Yuning rarely comes out. Prince Lian's mansion isn't hosting any banquets. How can we get in?"
Zi Yuan: "You don't need to go in. Master, have you forgotten? Today is Marquis Lin's birthday. The Princess of Prince Lian's mansion will definitely return to the mansion to celebrate."
Su Yunmo suddenly realized.
Lin Zequ's birthday would mean invitations sent to court officials.
At Lin Yuning's wedding banquet last time, her father had a fight with him. Even if he received an invitation, he wouldn't attend. But Ye Jingyu, as Ye Jingcheng's brother, would also receive an invitation.
"Where is Ye Jingyu?"
Zi Yuan understood and smiled, "Master, have you forgotten? His Highness is in the study handling official business. However, His Highness instructed that you are not allowed into the study today."
"Heh! When he's handling official business, I'm not allowed to disturb him. But when he forces me to read and play the zither, why doesn't he say I'm disturbing him?" The little dumpling pouted and jumped off the stool, walking out.
She reached the study door, collected herself, and shed the arrogant expression on her face. She gently pushed the door open and said, "Brother Yu~"
Ye Jingyu's hand, holding the brush, paused. His head buzzed.
Usually, when she called him like this, it meant trouble.
"Didn't I say I'd spend the day playing with you today? What are you doing here?"
The little dumpling opened the door a crack, poked her head in, and tiptoed to the desk, "Brother Yu, Mo Mo wants to play with you."
Ye Jingyu looked at her.
The little dumpling's face was illuminated by a brilliant smile, her large eyes sparkling with crystal-clear light, both cunning and lively.
He sighed, put down his brush, and reached out to ruffle her hair, "You want me to do something for you, say it."
If she had nothing on her mind, she would never come to the study willingly.
The little dumpling clung to his clothes and climbed into his arms, "The Marquis's mansion should have sent you an invitation, right? I want to go to the Marquis's mansion."
Ye Jingyu moved his chair back to make it easier for her to climb up, "I told you, you must rest and recover from your injuries these few days. No fooling around."
The little dumpling looked innocent, "I am resting and recovering. I haven't done anything."
If she were to do anything, it would be after they got to the Marquis's mansion.
She sat on the man's lap, lowered her head, and fiddled with her fingers, looking wronged.
"Although Lin Zequ hurt me, he is, after all, my father. It's his birthday. Although I can't give him gifts as his daughter, I at least want to see him."
Ye Jingyu looked at her, his face clearly showing two words: Disbelief.
The little dumpling then reached out and hugged him, nuzzling into his arms and acting spoiled, "Please, please, Brother Yu, you're the best, just take me with you~"
Ye Jingyu, unable to resist her, finally agreed, "You can go, but you have to agree to three rules with me."
"You are not allowed to leave my sight, you are not allowed to provoke anyone, and you are not allowed to act rashly."
The little dumpling immediately straightened her back and patted her small chest, "I promise to be obedient and not run around."