C2 (2/2)

”Easy!” The man said again.

It seemed like she did not appreciate Mo Yu's gesture, so there was no need for her to say anymore. Walking up to Mo Yu, she realised that she was not moving at all.

”What happened to her?” Zhuo Qingyan frowned.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Yu's body went soft. He was just about to cry out, but was immediately covered by Zhuo Qingyan's hand, and only let out a ”wu” sound.

”Don't scream! It's okay, let's go! ” After Zhuo Qingyan finished speaking softly, she pulled her hand and walked out.

”There should be a lot of people on the way back, it would be best to take a detour.” The man whispered behind them.

”I know!” Zhuo Qingyan did not look back as she dragged Mo Yu out of the courtyard and returned to her original path.

But she really didn't know how to walk, she just stood there and looked around, at this time, Mo Yu had already regained his senses, and pulled her along, and turned into a side street.

But after running a few steps, Zhuo Qingyan suddenly felt as if her head was pricked by needles. She lightly snorted and said, ”Let's find a place to hide first …”

After being brought to a small courtyard in Mo Yu's hut, Zhuo Qingyan squatted on the ground with her hands over her head, and painfully gasped. Seeing her pale face that was drenched in cold sweat, Mo Yu was so anxious that she rubbed his hands together, unsure of what to do.

However, it was also this headache that made Zhuo Qingyan receive so much information. Too many things filled up her mind, making it hard for her to adapt.

After the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, the pain subsided a lot. Only then did Zhuo Qingyan fall to the ground, gasping for air as she leaned against the pile of logs.

Mo Yu immediately came over and squatted in front of her. She used her dirty sleeves to wipe the sweat off her forehead and worriedly called out: ”Miss …”

”I... ”I'm fine …” Zhuo Qingyan exhaled again.

”Miss … Nothing … ”That's right, that's good …” Mo Yu hugged her again and cried.

Zhuo Qingyan grinned and patted her back lightly: ”Don't cry …” Let's go back first... Is there anyone else in the courtyard? ”

”Gone …” Third Miss killed both Mo Yan and the little child … ” Mo Yu looked at her with a tear-stained face.

”Then you …” Zhuo Qingyan looked at her.

”This servant has been hiding in the cellar all this time, and then when I went to the kitchen to find food for you at night, I heard Tong Dazhu say that he wanted to kill you, so I came back to save you …” Mo Yu resisted the urge to cry, and his face turned red.

”They won't have another chance. Let's go back!” Zhuo Qingyan's gaze turned cold once more as the corners of her mouth curled up in a cold smile.

She once again pushed the door open and came out. Before she had taken more than two steps, she heard two people approaching from afar. She immediately pulled Mo Yu closer and hid herself by the wall again.

”Isn't it just a silly young lady born of a concubine? Was there a need for the Third Miss to gather so many people? ”Finding someone in the middle of the night is just bullsh * t …” One of them complained.

”He's the master. If he asks you to do it, then do it. But to be honest, this Fourth Miss had better be dead or else she'll be punished. She probably won't be able to wait until the second young master returns …” Another man said.

”That's enough, hurry up and run. Even if we don't get killed in this cold weather, we will at least freeze to death!” The person from before urged them, and the two of them ran off.

Zhuo Qingyan's eyes turned cold. Without saying anything, she pulled Mo Yu and jumped out of the small courtyard.

At this moment, a black shadow stood on an old tree in the small courtyard as he watched the two leave. He could not help but snort, ”Looks like it's really done for. It's not in vain for your lordship to venture out here. Little girl, we'll meet again.”

The figure moved, disappearing into the snowy night like a black hawk.