Maître de l'ambiguïté

Chapitre 25

The tall, strong man driving the carriage was Yuan Qing. He would occasionally turn his head to look worriedly at the square carriage behind him, sigh, crack his whip, and continue to drive the two white horses in front of him.

His thirteenth son seems to be so kind to everyone in the world.

The carriage bounced along.

Inside the train carriage.

Murong Yin, dressed in brocade robes, sat there quietly, looking at Lianhua, the girl lying on the brocade couch.

Lotus, whose high fever had just subsided, was still fast asleep. Her fair face was pale, her breath was long and weak, and her small body looked frail.

Murong Yin felt a slight pain pass through his heart.

What kind of painful fate would such an orphan girl have suffered if she hadn't met him?

On the brocade couch.

The frail girl suddenly stirred slightly. In her unconscious state, she uttered a few indistinct sounds, "...Mother...don't die...Mother..."

She murmured in her sleep, and then suddenly whispered a single word, "...Brother..."

It was a very soft sound, like the weak moan of a wounded animal.

Murong Yin's body shuddered violently.

He stared at her, bewildered.

There was a tear on the girl's face.

A single, icy tear streamed down the girl's tightly closed eyes, slowly falling onto the brocade couch beneath her face. The cold tear quickly seeped into the thin brocade quilt.

When Lotus woke up from her dream, the sun was already setting.

She turned her head in confusion, and it took her a long time to realize that this was a large carriage. Besides the brocade couch she was lying on, there were several brocade cushions, many books, and...

"Lotus Maiden, you're awake..."

A gentle voice came from her side, filled with a clear and innocent smile, "Did you sleep well?"

Lotus turned her head.

Murong Yin's smiling face appeared in her eyes. He watched her wake up, took a white jade cup from the table beside him, and poured a cup of tea.

He placed the tea in front of her, saying, "Drink some water; it will help you recover faster."

Lotus took the white jade cup. She felt the carriage sway slightly and, a little nervously, looked up at Murong Yin with her starry eyes, whispering:

Where are you taking me?

Murong Yin smiled elegantly, his calm and distant dark eyes shining with a clear light, as if containing the most gentle and tender spirit in the world.

"I'll take you home."

Lotus's fingers trembled slightly. "Go home?"

“Yes, go home.” Murong Yin nodded, his dark eyes gentle. “From now on, you will no longer be helpless. Murong Manor will be your home, and Murong Yin will be your family.”

Family...

A moment of confusion flashed in Lotus's eyes.

She suddenly lowered her head, gripping the white jade cup tightly in her hand, not daring to look into Murong Yin's spotless eyes and his benevolent smile.

Compared to him, she was like an insignificant speck of dust.

However.

He took her to a home where she would no longer be left destitute.

In the martial arts world, no outsider can freely step into the Murong family of Jiangnan.

It is said that the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, which serves as a barrier for the Murong family of Jiangnan, is unfathomable. Apart from Murong Yin, who set up the formation, no one can break it or enter it.

Although this young master Murong Yin did not know martial arts, he was knowledgeable and had a strong memory. He was well-versed in the world's martial arts and was proficient in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. He once laid out the Nine Trigrams Formation for the prosperous dynasty that was being invaded by foreign tribes with a wave of his hand and a smile, and captured the enemy prince alive. This made the foreign barbarians no longer dare to covet the Central Plains. Murong Yin's name shocked the world!

The carriage stopped by the roadside.

Yuan Qing's voice came from outside the carriage, his tone rough, "Thirteenth Young Master, we've arrived outside the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation. Which direction should we take today?"

Inside the carriage, Murong Yin's voice came, "At this hour, the Kan Palace governs killing, and the Gen Palace governs entrapment. You should follow the new moon position and go to the Kun Palace, and get out before sunset."

Yuan Qing bowed his head and accepted the order.

He cracked his whip and followed Murong Yin's directions.

The evening glow on the horizon was like fire.

The Murong Manor, nestled against the mountain and overlooking the water, is magnificent with its flying eaves and jade-like walls.

Outside the villa.