Chapter 23 — Inappropriate Behavior (1/2)

The situation seemed to be suggesting that the Third Miss had killed her own mother. Yun Qi’s face sunk, and with a flick of his sleeve, he left for the east wing. He absolutely refused to believe that his granddaughter had committed matricide.

When he arrived, he saw that the entire east wing courtyard was packed with numerous Madams and Misses.

“Father!”

“Grandpa!”

Respectful greetings rang out. Yun Qi waved his hand impatiently and asked furiously, “What are you all gathered here for? Scurry back to your respective courtyards.” Under his command, the crowd dejectedly dispersed, leaving a few guards to follow him deeper into the courtyard.

Liu Qinshui caught sight of his arrival, and her eyes abruptly misted over. “Father… Eldest Sister, she…” He knit his brows and swung his gaze over to the nearby servants, “What are you all still dazing about for? Go help the Third Miss up.”

“Yes, Old Master!”

Yun Qi stepped into Liu Qingyue’s room. He did a simple sweep of the room and then raised his hand, upon which a small knife suddenly flew out from its hideout within a wall and landed on his palm.

The instant he retrieved the knife and saw the deep indents on the wall, his eyes darkened, and he spun around. His face was one of incomparable rage as he looked around the courtyard.

“Immediately tell Wu Gang to seal off Yun Manor; without my permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave. The owner of this knife must be found. Since that person dares to commit murder right under my nose, once I find out who it is, that person will be torn to shreds!”

His furious bellow immediately made it perfectly clear that the murderer was someone else and that the Third Miss had been made their scapegoat.

In all honesty, Old Man Yun was truly too sharp—a mere glance was enough for him to determine the real nature of Liu Qingyue’s death and conclude that the murderer had tried to utilize a scapegoat.

…..

On the mountain peak behind General Manor.

At this time, a small figure could be seen lounging. From her position, Yun Wu could vaguely make out what was happening within the manor. When she heard Old Master Yun’s enraged roar, a cold sneer appeared in her eyes.

She had set up a scapegoat, but her target wasn’t Yun Lingshui1—no, it was the mysterious perpetrator. In due course, she firmly believed the perpetrator would reveal his or her tail.

The sun cast warm rays upon her body. She stretched out a languid hand to pick up the pastry lying next to her —as though she were enjoying a good show— following the ups and downs of the situation below her and feeling good about it.

All of a sudden!

“Show yourself!” Her cold exclamation rang out, and a silver needle shot without delay towards her target.

“Little pipsqueak, it’s only been three days since we last saw each other, but you want to kill your husband already?” The sound of a devilishly charming voice entered her ears, and a blur of movement was all she caught before she found herself once again lying firmly in the man’s arms.

Him again?

She flashed back to three days ago when they emerged from below the cliff and he told her he had matters to attend to before handing her a set of silver needles and leaving. During those three days, she had visited the lake and exploited the vast array of herbs there to whip up a variety of special poisons that were imperceptible in both color and odor.

Most importantly, she had gathered quite a few clumps of Sage Grass, though her fleshly body was still in a state of death, and she could only drink beast blood and consume Sage Grass to preserve it.

Now, three days later, the man was pulling this all-too-familiar move on her again. Regardless of how many times it had happened already, Yun Wu refused to let herself get taken advantage of. A silver needle appeared on her fingertip, and she unhesitantly aimed it at his neck artery.

Alas, Long Qingxie’s reaction speed was extraordinarily quick; before the needle could land, he caught both of her hands and crossed them over her chest, then held her closely from behind. This position melded their bodies together perfectly.

This damnable, shameless bastard.

Faint color flooded to her cheeks, and she started to struggle, but…

“I suggest you stop squirming… men are easily excited and very impulsive, you know? I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to… take you tonight, right? Hm?” His seductive voice spoke gently in her ear, causing her body to stiffen and her cheeks to instantaneously flush further in anger.

His tongue and hot breath played mischievously at her earlobe and neck, cutting off her escape.

“Get your filthy tongue off me, or else I’ll cut it off and feed it to dogs!”

“You’ll really be that cruel? Your hubby is frightened, but tell me, what should I do when your ferocious side attracts me so? Unfortunately, for the sake of your future, I’ll have to retain my tongue—I still have to use it to taste your sweetness, no?” Long Qingxie teased suggestively.

As he spoke, his slender fingers casually brushed across her malnourished mounds and continued its way upwards… a seemingly unintentional gesture that was definitely anything but unintentional.

Yun Wu’s face completely exploded with redness, and this time she couldn’t tell if it was due to anger or shame.

“Shameless bastard! I’ll bite you to death!”