Chapter 877: Ignoring them (2/2)

Once they were both cleaned up, Zhao mama delivered their meal. In the meantime, Long Feiye had already written two letters--one to Medical City, the other to Medicine City to ask for medicine. Although this wasn’t a major injury, he would rather Han Yunxi recover the very next day. He didn’t want to see her hurt a bit!

Zhao mama had a belly full of words upon seeing Han Yunxi’s injuries, but she could only shut up in the presence of His Highness. As for Baili Mingxiang and Baili Yuanlong, Long Feiye didn’t mention a word. Han Yunxi hesitated, but decided not to ask.

“What was the other clue you had to find Bai Yanqing that you mentioned last night?” she was more concerned with that instead. Since they’d gotten nothing from the dancer spies, Long Feiye had said he’d take her out of the army camp yesterday.

“Su Xiaoyu,” Long Feiye intoned.

“You have news about Little Yu’er!” Han Yunxi exclaimed. Little Yu’er had been missed for far too long. The second day of her return to Long Feiye’s side, she’d asked Xu Donglin about the girl, but he had only shaken his head.

“I’ve always had,” Long Feiye replied.

“What does that mean?” Han Yunxi grew alarmed. “You...did you hide something else from me?”

Long Feiye set down his chopsticks and grew serious. “It’s bad news. You should prepare yourself.”

“Where’s Little Yu’er? What’s happened to her?” Han Yunxi panicked.

Long Feiye looked at her a little helplessly. He liked everything about her except this point: she was too merciful to the people by her side. It was all to easy for Han Yunxi to grow softhearted, but that would only become her weakness--perhaps even fatally.

“Say something, ah!” Han Yunxi cried anxiously.

Long Feiye knitted his brows unhappily until Han Yunxi finally said, “Talk, I’ve prepared myself.”

“Su Xiaoyu was only a spy. What are you so anxious about?” Long Feiye asked with displeasure. He was seventy percent serious and thirty percent...jealous.

Han Yunxi didn’t answer, so Long Feiye continued to grumble. “You’ll fall because of your mercy someday.”

Han Yunxi didn’t want to retort, but couldn’t help but speak when she saw his creased brows. “Long Feiye, Little Yu’er is only a child. Even the naughtiest child still hold an angel in their hearts. We can give them a chance to change themselves for the better, so why don’t we?”

“What about Baili Mingxiang?” Long Feiye shot back. Although that was all he said, both of them understood it implicitly. Actually, Han Yunxi wasn’t merciful at all. She only trusted people she bonded with, or rather--people who needed friends.

She changed the topic and pressed, “Just what’s happened to Little Yu’er?”

“She’s still alive,” Long Feiye didn’t let her worry for long.

“Then what kind of mental preparations are you telling me to make? What’s going on?” Han Yunxi didn’t understand.

Only then did Long Feiye tell her how Lady Helian had been a Northern Li spy. Han Yunxi’s heart hurt at the revelation! She never thought the spy by her side was Lady Helian!

She had treated both mother and son so well!

“Helian Zuixiang entered the Han Estate ages ago. Bai Yanqing must have long known about your identity, so it’s very possible that he’s your father,” Long Feiye remarked. He knew that Han Yunxi wasn’t a real daughter of the Han Clan, so bringing this to light eased a weight off his shoulders.

Han Yunxi remained momentarily stunned before she said, “You guys are using Little Yi’er as a hostage?”

“Yes, Han Yunyi’s already in Noble Consort Xiao’s hands,” Long Feiye replied.

“You guys won’t hurt him, will you? He’s only a child, he couldn’t know anything about the spying,” Han Yunxi recalled how Little Yi’er had looked so innocent while following about Gu Beiyue to learn medicine. She was certain he hadn’t been faking it.

“That depends on how Helian Zuixiang cooperates with Noble Consort Xiao,” Long Feiye’s words implied that refusal would lead to a bad end for Little Yi’er.

Han Yunxi grew furious as she slapped the table. “Long Feiye, I have no objections if you kill Helian Zuixiang, but you can’t touch a hair on Little Yi’er’s head! It’s dishonorable doing this to a child!”

Long Feiye gave her a cold look, silent to the point of being terrifying, but Han Yunxi refused to yield an inch.

“It’s just dishonorable, that’s what it is!”