Leisurely Young Master

Chapter 11

Suddenly, the young master of Tianhe Manor burst out from Lin Wen. She was startled, and an intense chill ran through her body. He Zai knew something was wrong and shouted:

"Girl, follow me!"

As he shouted, he lunged forward and caught He Ronghua, whose pressure points had been sealed. Hidden weapons began to emerge from the forest again, heading straight for this spot.

He Zai carried He Ronghua on his right arm and used his sword in his left hand to block a hidden weapon. Gongsun Yun flicked his sleeve and caught another hidden weapon.

There were three hidden weapons in total. Gongsun Yun turned around and gave chase again, but it was too late.

"Huangfu Yun, move aside!" he shouted immediately.

Wang Yun, quick-witted and agile, stepped back and used her jade flute to block the weapon. With a clang, she slid back two steps but finally caught the hidden weapon.

She was just letting out a sigh of relief when suddenly there was nothing beneath her feet. She dodged a sudden jolt, but instead slid down the cliff.

He Zai's expression changed drastically. He was about to rush forward and grab her waist when he realized there were hidden weapons in the forest. This time, the silver light was aimed directly at He Ronghua. If he did everything he could to save her, He Ronghua would surely die.

So that's how it is! She suddenly understood what the cult leader had meticulously planned.

"Miss Huangfu!" Gongsun Zhi shouted, rushing forward to grab her.

It is easy to know in words, but difficult to know in deeds... It is easy to know in words, but difficult to know in deeds... Her falling body did not slow down. She saw a ruthless glint in He Zai's eyes. Immediately, he withdrew his hand, turned around to protect He Ronghua, and gave up saving her.

Just as he turned around, she missed her chance to be rescued.

The ground was cracking violently, and Gongsun Yun was extremely unsteady on his feet. He still managed to pull out his belt with one hand and wrap it tightly around Gongsun Zhi's waist.

Gongsun Zhi tried desperately to catch her robe, but he couldn't keep up with her fall. Stones rained down, and Gongsun Zhi took several blows. He knew Xianyun couldn't hold on much longer. No matter how good Xianyun's lightness skill was, he needed a foothold, especially since he was carrying Lao Qi. How long could he last?

Just as he was thinking this, his waist tightened, pulling Gongsun Zhi up. Gongsun Zhi's heart turned cold; he knew Xianyun had made a decisive decision. He looked away, not daring to look at Wang Yun again.

And so, everything happened in the blink of an eye. The wind billowed her robes, and she knew she was falling. Gongsun Zhi dared not look at her, but what was there to be afraid of?

She watched as the white mist quickly enveloped the figure on the cliff, and finally burst out laughing.

"Haha..." She laughed and laughed. "Hahahaha..." She couldn't stop laughing.

She'd been worrying about this for over a decade, and now, well, the outcome has come sooner than expected.

She closed her eyes, letting the wind carry her down. Should people always have a final, dramatic moment before they die? Why was the image of He Zai's promise last night—to follow her for life—appearing in her mind?

She thought she could finally feel a little more at ease, because she now had a family member who had made a commitment.

She recalled Gongsun Yun's intimate smile, a smile reserved only for his so-called family.

Isn't that how the world is? Everyone has someone important in their heart, and naturally they will eliminate those who cannot be saved.

She's just unlucky to be categorized as someone who's saved if she can be saved, and abandoned if she can't. It's not a big deal.

She had long known that one day she would be abandoned. He Zai asked her, knowing that allowing him to return to Tianhe Manor to see his father off in his final moments would inevitably lead to his capture by the sect leader, why did she still do it?

Because she was waiting for He Zai to betray her. Even if he didn't betray her now, he would in the future, and she was right.

Gongsun Yun wanted to pull her out of the White Ming Cult and offered her shelter, but unfortunately, when disaster struck, he chose his own family first. It's human nature; she wouldn't complain, only feel a sense of relief, like, "Ah, it finally happened."

She no longer needs to worry about when the people she considers close will leave, which can be considered good luck from God.

The mad cult leader used this method to make her realize this, to make her understand her own loneliness. Sigh, wasn't that a bit too extreme? If you talk to her properly, she already understands.

Now that she's been ruined, where will the mad cult leader find a successor? Che Yanyan is absolutely out of the question. I'm afraid that once the new cult leader takes over, Che Yanyan won't have many days left to live.

Her consciousness was hazy. The mountain wind kept blowing, giving her the illusion that it was going to blow her into the sky. The extremely cold air brushed against her nose. Although she knew that life and death were just a moment away, it felt like eternity to her.

The howling wind was incessant. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the sky, which was of an unknown color. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and tried to kick out with the sole of her boot. She kicked several times in mid-air and actually kicked the cliff wall. She reacted very quickly, used the force to flip over, and used her energy to hold the jade flute in her hand against the cliff.

Unfortunately, she lacked strength. Without a sword, the jade flute was essentially a useless sheath. Despite her efforts, the flute kept sliding and she couldn't find a stable spot. Her body didn't fall as quickly as before, but it was still falling.

She gritted her teeth, tore off her long belt, and leaped up, aiming for the boulder on the wall. But the wind blew her belt off, and she stared blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter.

The fierce wind whipped her long, crimson sash wildly, making it dance like bright red blood before her eyes. She stared in a daze, noticing that the end of the sash had inexplicably become entangled in the treetops below the cliff.

Her face lit up with joy, but she hoped the long belt would break halfway through. She quickly rolled it around her wrist again and again. Just as she was about to fall into the dense forest, she managed to stop herself, but with a snap, the belt broke again, and she fell hard to the ground.

The intense pain spread from her arm to her entire body. She opened her mouth and spat out blood several times, the blood staining the sky in her vision and splashing all over her face.

She stared for a long time, and only when she realized that she could still see the clouds in the sky did she realize that she was still alive.

She barely managed to suppress her nausea and forced herself to sit up, only to be met with another sharp pain in her left arm. Her face twitched uncontrollably, and a tingling sensation ran down her spine, but she knew that if she didn't get up now, she might never be able to stand again…

Her face trembled uncontrollably. She looked down at her left arm and realized that her elbow bone was protruding from the flesh, and her forearm was almost broken. No wonder she was in so much pain that her heart was clenching.

She had been injured many times since childhood, but never like today, when she was on the verge of death. She was a little surprised that she could endure it to this extent without even crying out in pain. She wanted to wipe the blood rolling down her cheek, but found that her right hand was still tightly gripping the jade flute.

She stared at the jade flute for a long time. What was the point of keeping this kind of flute? She let go of it and let it roll to the ground.

She wiped her face and found not only blood, but also wet tears. Why was she crying? What was there to cry about?

Although she had reduced the impact, the force of the impact on the ground was still considerable. Her head was bleeding, and a tingling sensation was still spreading through her back. She took a deep breath, and her internal organs began to ache.

Whether fate was playing a cruel joke on her or granting her good fortune, she chose death over serious injury. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, she staggered a step, and uncontrollably knelt down.

She had been holding back her anger, and if she opened her mouth, blood would spurt out; she had to endure it. She noticed that the Heavenly Slave Ring was still fastened to her left wrist.

Her eyes were cold as she forcefully untied the Heavenly Slave Ring, disdainfully discarding it. The Heavenly Slave Ring had no key and could never be untied; that was certainly true in the past. However, she had known how to untie the ring since she was fourteen, a fact unknown even to He Zai.

What else is needed for this ring?

Her heart was pounding and her head was throbbing, but she held her breath and forced herself to stand up.

Thunder is rumbling; a heavy rain is likely to begin soon. This is the perfect time; once the rain falls, all traces will vanish.

She gritted her teeth and stumbled out of the cliff face. With each step, her swaying left arm seemed to connect to her heart, bringing her unbearable pain.

Now she's not only bleeding and crying, she's also sweating.

The cuffs felt slightly heavy; she remembered that the sleeve pockets contained two pieces of broken jade, but unfortunately, she didn't have the extra strength to pull them off.

She slowly turned back to look at the spot where she had fallen. There were many loose rocks on the mountain, but not enough to cover a body. There was also blood on the ground. If someone had come down to look for her body, it would probably be after the heavy rain.

At that time, if we couldn't find her, we would assume she had left.

And she did indeed leave.

From then on, she was all alone, no one to accompany her anymore.

It's better to be alone. Without her, no one will ever know her whereabouts; without her, she won't have to think about when someone will betray her or when she will betray them. How wonderful that is!

From now on, she can travel freely alone, and the Mad Cult Leader will lend her a hand; she no longer needs to consider He Zai.

She turned and left with a flourish, without looking back.

Every few steps she took, she would collapse to her knees in pain. If only she could lose the sensation of pain! But she couldn't. Losing the sensation of pain meant she was not far from fainting.

She got up again, challenging her own limits of endurance, and slowly moved forward step by step.

The rain began to fall, erasing every trace of her footsteps. That was good, to wipe her existence away, leaving no trace. What did she care about He Zai, what did she care about Gongsun Yun? She didn't care about anyone!

Damn it, it hurts so much… She could definitely endure it. Even Goujian in ancient times could swallow his pride and taste excrement, so what's this to her? She could just endure the pain; even if her hand were broken, she could just bear it.

She endured it... she gritted her teeth and endured it... As long as she got out of here, as long as she didn't die halfway, as long as she could hold her breath and bear this, the future would be bright...

The sea is vast and the sky is boundless...

The crimson figure gradually disappeared into the heavy rain.

Chapter 5

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Six months later—

She wore a simple yellow women's shirt, a short top and a long skirt, with a long brocade belt casually tied around her waist. It was very plain and simple, but the material was of high quality. In addition, the woman was very pretty, and she was very pleasing to the eye.

Her long black hair was styled for a young woman waiting to be married, casually adorned with a jade hairpin. Her hair reached her waist and included several delicate braids.

She walked into the restaurant with her hands behind her back. The waiter who greeted her asked:

Are there any seats on the second floor?

"Yes, yes, please come up, young lady."

She looked at him for a moment and asked, "Are you new here?"

"Yes, yes, I'm new to this city and just started working here."

She responded and slowly climbed the stairs. There were plenty of empty seats on the second floor, so she chose one by the window. After carefully reading the menu, she said:

"Give me a few deep-fried dishes, the oilier the better, both meat and vegetables are welcome."

"Miss, would you like to try some medicinal dishes? These were obtained by our manager when the Fifth Young Master of Yun Family Manor visited the restaurant last time. We are the only restaurant in the entire Central Plains that has them."

Her face twitched slightly, and she laughed, "Let's try again next time. This time, I'll serve the dishes I ordered."

The waiter responded and poured tea attentively. He noticed that the girl was pretty and had a handsome look between her brows. If she dressed as a young man, he thought he wouldn't recognize her as a girl.

She glanced at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I was just thinking that this is the first time I've seen what it means to be suitable for both men and women. The girl is really..." Unable to think of a particular adjective, he could only repeat, "She is really very beautiful."

Hearing this, she laughed. "Sigh, even dressed like this, you still think I look like a man. Then I guess I've failed." She sighed. "It's really not easy for a man to dress as a woman..."

The waiter stammered, "Miss, you have the appearance of both a man and a woman. If you dress as a man, you'll look like a handsome man, and if you dress as a woman, you'll naturally look like a woman... You're clearly a woman right now."

She chuckled, "I'm hungry, waiter, please bring the food quickly."

The waiter hurried downstairs to make arrangements.

She habitually fiddled with her chopsticks, gazing at the street below the window.

It was afternoon, and the number of customers was gradually increasing. When the waiter brought the food up, there were already three or four more tables of customers on the second floor.

The waiter noticed that she was playing with chopsticks with her left hand, and the chopsticks slipped from her hand several times, suggesting that there might be something wrong with her left hand.

As he was putting the vegetables away, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance coming from her. He glanced down and noticed a purse tied around her waist, something he hadn't seen before.

"What's wrong?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

The waiter stared for a long time, then exclaimed in surprise:

"I see. The brocade belt around your waist is too long, covering your purse when you walk. Now that you sit down, the purse is exposed." This girl has a slender waist, but even if it is, she doesn't need such a long belt, does she?

"This belt can do many things, such as saving a life," she said with a smile.

"I see." Customer first. The customer only wanted to know the gist of it; even if he was dying of curiosity, he couldn't be allowed to pursue it further. So, he left.

Before long, the private rooms on the second floor were full. The next customer looked around for a moment, then came to her table by the window and politely asked, "Miss, may I join you at this table?"

She glanced at it and said generously: