Chapter 493 - Chapter 493: Chapter 500: A Glimmer of Hope (2/2)
Feng Jianling didn’t dismiss the possibility. If it wasn’t Han Yu’s enemies that took her, it was likely to be someone from Jianghu. Others might not get involved, but people from Jianghu often act on impulse. If they happened upon someone in need, a kind-hearted person might indeed make such a move.
“It’s possible. I’ll dispatch someone to inquire in Jianghu immediately. If Miss Yue was indeed saved by someone from Jianghu, some news should have leaked out.” Feng Jianling held a significant position in Jianghu, and this area was near the Feng family’s influence. If it was indeed the work of someone from Jianghu, keeping it hidden from him would not be easy. Moreover, if they had genuinely saved Su Wenyue, there would be no need for secrecy.
“That would be great. I appreciate your help, Young Master.” Qi Yun, formerly a person of Jianghu himself, understood the principles involved. He hoped that his wife had indeed been saved by someone from Jianghu, which would lessen the complications.
Though they speculated, no one could be sure what happened. Therefore, the search for Su Wenyue did not halt. Instead, the possibility expanded the search area.
Yet despite a full day of searching, no further clues related to Su Wenyue surfaced, and there was no whisper of news from Jianghu. This made Qi Yun anxious, yet there was nothing he could do but lead his people in a widespread search.
Han Yu, riding hard, had covered an exhausting day and night’s travel and finally arrived on the third day at the site where the incident occurred, the cliff Su Wenyue was forced to jump from.
Though there were no longer any traces of people, even Zhao Fan’s men had been dealt with, Han Yu stood there, his heart wrenching as he imagined the scene at the time, cursing himself for failing to protect his wife. Standing at the cliff’s edge and peering into its depthless void, with clouds swirling below, even he felt faint-hearted. How much more so would his tender and delicate wife feel? What courage must she have had to leap from such a height, and how painful must her fall have been?
“A man doesn’t easily show his tears,” Han Yu had never shed a tear in his adult life, not even during the most critical moments of Su Wenyue’s childbirth. Yet now, his eyes and nose stung with the sensation. He used to doubt his place in his wife’s heart. Once, he had coaxed some information from her mouth, and she had even alluded to connections with Sikong Ling in her previous life. Despite her occasional secrecy and the mysteries she held, though they never spoke of it again, these things lingered in Han Yu’s mind, yet he never let it show in front of Su Wenyue. At this moment, however, his wife had proven her feelings in the most tragic way.
“Master, Madam is blessed with good fortune and the protection of heaven. She won’t meet with disaster. Don’t be too heartbroken. Maybe…” The secret guard saw Han Yu standing motionlessly at the edge of the cliff, staring fixedly below, looking very distraught. Alarmed and mindful of how much the Master cared for Madam, he hurriedly reassured with the words Han Yu himself had once said. But even as he spoke, he knew how slim the chance was and found himself unable to continue.
Before, Han Yu had unwavering faith that his wife’s luck would pull her through. But having seen the cliff’s condition with his own eyes, his heart felt cold. Even so, a voice inside him insisted on not giving up, and he couldn’t let go of that last thread of hope.
So, when he heard the secret guard’s words, Han Yu didn’t find them hollow. He nodded and said, “You’re right. Lady Yue is blessed with good fortune; she will surely be fine.”
Just then, a carrier pigeon flew down from below the cliff and landed at Han Yu’s feet.