A pure heart in a jade pot

Chapter 180

But blaming herself now was useless; Su Zui's last words kept echoing in her mind—"Didn't you already know who he was?"

I already knew, I already knew...

Mo Yan's mind was in chaos. What did she really know? She had only mistaken that person for Zhan Zhao, but she also knew very well that Zhan Zhao was indeed dead.

Could it be Lord Yelü? Her heart skipped a beat. She still remembered holding Yelü Pusa Nu's hand in Zhongjing, and the feeling at that time was exactly the same as that of her elder brother.

Only today did she realize that Yelü Pusa Nu was Hai Dongqing, which meant it was very likely that he was the one who brought her back to her tent. And then...and then she mistook him for her elder brother again?

"Oh dear!" Mo Yan sat on the couch, let out a long cry of pain, and buried her head deep in her knees.

Outside the tent, Ning Jin, who happened to be passing by, stopped and turned to Wu Zichu in confusion, asking, "I think I heard someone calling?"

Wu Zichu nodded.

"It sounds like that girl's voice?"

Wu Zichu nodded again.

"What is it for?" Ning Jin frowned.

Wu Zichu shook his head.

"Go and ask."

Wu Zichu wanted to shake his head, but Ning Jin glared at him, so he nodded helplessly. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Mo Yan quickly come out of the tent and almost bump into them.

"Girl, where are you going?" Ning Jin asked curiously as she rushed off.

Mo Yan rushed forward, mumbling, "Something's wrong, something's wrong, it's urgent!"

"What's the emergency? You..."

Before Ning Jin could finish speaking, Mo Yan had already run off in a flash. Furious, he paced back and forth a couple of times before turning to Wu Zichu and demanding, "Do you think she even cares about me anymore? Tell me, tell me..."

Wu Zichu naturally dared not answer, and could only force a smile.

Volume 3, Chapter 23

Mo Yan rushed out, not really knowing what she was going to do or where she was going. She just felt that she would go crazy if she stayed in the tent any longer, so she had to come out.

Perhaps she should go and ask Yelü Pusa Nu for clarification. But how to ask? She scratched her ear in frustration, still unable to figure it out.

Before she knew it, she had wandered around the camp where Yelü Pusa Nu was staying several times. It wasn't until she noticed that the guards nearby were paying attention to her that she slowly stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, is the Deputy Envoy here?"

"Not here!" The Liao guard's attitude towards the Song people was not very good, and his answer was cold.

Mo Yan was absent-minded and didn't care about the guard's attitude. She turned around and left.

The Liao guards, seeing that she had gone far away, stopped paying attention. Unexpectedly, Mo Yan circled around in the distance and, taking advantage of the darkness, returned quietly, sneaking back and approaching Yelü Pusa Nu's tent unnoticed.

Mo Yan listened for a moment while crouching behind the tent, but there was no movement inside. Seeing that a patrolling guard with a torch was about to come over, Mo Yan bit her lip, took out her dagger, cut a hole in the tent, quickly went inside, and then closed the hole from the inside, waiting quietly for the patrolling guard to pass by.

Outside, footsteps passed by, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head and used the faint moonlight filtering through the skylight in the tent to look inside.

A faint fragrance filled the air; she recognized it as the scent of Green Jade Ointment, which meant it was in the tent. It turned out that Su Zui had applied it last time but forgot to take it with him, so Zhan Zhao had to put it away for him.

The items inside the tent were very neat and clean, which at first glance did not seem to fit Yelü Pusa Nu's style. Mo Yan was afraid of leaving mud stains on the bedding on the ground, so she took off her boots and walked on the ground wearing only silk stockings. Although she had been a constable for more than three years, she had not forgotten any of her thieving skills.

"Hai Dongqing, Lord Yelü."

She frowned slightly, carefully examining the objects around her. It wasn't that she was looking for anything in particular, but she had always felt that Yelü Pusa Nu was a bit strange, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what was so strange about him. Now that she was already inside, and with no one around, this was a perfect opportunity to investigate.

With her skills, as long as she doesn't take anything, she's confident she can leave no trace.

She glanced at a few items; they were all everyday items used by the Liao people, and there was nothing unusual about them. Although Mo Yan was reluctant, she had to admit that Hai Dongqing, the spy, had acted very discreetly, leaving no trace. While she was at it, she followed the scent and opened the low cabinet in the corner, wanting to see how much of the Green Jade Ointment had been used.

The low cabinet opened, revealing several everyday robes inside. She reached out and touched a silver box placed on top of the robes. As she was about to take it out, her hand seemed to brush against something else beside it. Curious, she put down the silver box, reached for the object beside it, and took it out…

The moment she saw it clearly, she was struck dumb, as if by lightning, and couldn't move at all.

Under the soft moonlight, a small, warm jade comb lay quietly in her hand. The third tooth from the left was slightly broken, a result of a fall when she was a child.

To an outsider, it was just an ordinary jade comb, nothing unusual. But for Mo Yan, apart from the Juque, nothing else in the world could terrify her like this.

This small comb was something Mo Yan had always carried with her since childhood. Three years ago, after Zhan Zhao left alone, she was distraught and couldn't find it. She always thought she had accidentally lost it in the desert.

She never expected to see it in Yelü Pusa Nu's tent.

How did it end up here?

Yelü Pusa Nu is a gyrfalcon, but who exactly is this gyrfalcon?

Su Zui can disguise himself, so Yelü Pusa Nu can naturally disguise himself as well. So who is the face behind it?

Mo Yan sat there blankly on the ground, a thought that couldn't be stopped from entering her mind—perhaps Brother Zhan wasn't dead, but had disguised himself as Yelü Pusa Nu!

Will it?

Is that really the case?

So why doesn't the older brother acknowledge her?

If he is really still alive, why doesn't he tell her?

Also, where did the original Yelü Pusa Nu go?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. The whole thing was laid out in a mess in front of her, giving her a splitting headache.