At that moment, my heart seemed to be stirred by that melody.
An Xin abruptly withdrew her gaze, refusing to look at his shimmering eyes, and even less at his stunningly beautiful face.
But the singing continued softly, and she didn't want to interrupt it. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep, drifting off to sleep to the sound of the song. This was the first time in her life, past and present, that she had ever experienced this...
Before An Xin fell asleep, the name that appeared in her mind was Yan Zhen.
****
The poultry tied up in Fengxian Village, north of the city, have died!
When the news arrived, it was three days later. Lu Zhu begged to see An Xin. At that time, An Xin's serious injuries had almost healed, but she didn't know how many miraculous medicines Yan Zhen had given her.
Upon hearing this news, An Xin lowered her eyes.
Things are getting stranger and stranger. If that strange man is taking revenge on the village, why would he even kill the poultry? What's even stranger is that he would go to Fengxian Village again to kill those innocent poultry.
If it were aimed at people, it would be understandable, but why target poultry?
Dewdrop looked at An Xin's thoughtful face, blushed, and cautiously asked, "Miss... are you feeling any better?" She hadn't been able to get out of bed for so many days. The Right Prime Minister... is truly amazing...
An Xin was lost in thought when she answered without thinking, "It's barely possible, but a full recovery will probably take some more days..."
Dewdrop's face flushed red all the way to her neck. "My lord, how many times did you do it to Miss in one night?! It's too cruel!"
---Aside---
Unfortunately, the character "jian" can't be typed, so it's been censored. Girls, you get the idea!
Chapter Fifty-Six: Blind Loyalty
An Xin, of course, had no idea what Lu Zhu was thinking. She just frowned and said, "The murderer of Niu Da has not yet been found. I had an appointment with Ben Xiang that night, but I had to break it because of my health. Lu Zhu, bring me paper and pen."
Dewdrop hurriedly got up, blushing as she fetched the paper. She thought to herself that the Right Prime Minister was indeed different from everyone else; even the paper he used was the best Chengxintang paper made in Shezhou. At least the young lady wouldn't suffer if she were with the Right Prime Minister.
Thinking this way, the dewdrop became happy again.
An Xin thought for a moment and then explained the reason for breaking the promise on the letter. She folded it up and asked Lu Zhu to deliver it to the Prime Minister's residence on her way back. If nothing unexpected had happened that night, she would have already caught the murderer who killed Niu Da.
Because of her injury, she had been delayed for many days without reason, and the clues to the murder case in Fengxian Village were probably even fewer. Thinking of this, An Xin had a headache. What was the reason that woman who wanted to kill her would try to harm her again? Thinking back on her life since she transmigrated, she didn't seem to have offended anyone. Could it be from before she transmigrated?
Once the dewdrop confirmed that the young lady was alright, she withdrew.
She carefully closed the door, rubbed her face, and blushed inexplicably at the thought of the young lady's body. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice what was in front of her and bumped into the person who came in.
The dewdrop was suddenly startled, and when she looked up, her face turned deathly pale: "M-Master..."
Yan Zhen's gaze casually fell on Lu Zhu's flushed face, and she asked indifferently, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Dewdrop snapped back to reality, realizing she was still holding the letter her mistress had written to the Left Prime Minister. She hurriedly hid it behind her back and stammered, "Family, family letter...the letter the young lady wrote to the master and mistress."
Yan Zhen raised her long eyelashes slightly and said lazily, "Hmm, give it to me."
Dewdrop shuddered and hurriedly backed away, saying, "My lord, it's just sealing a letter home. It's getting late, I must take my leave." With that, Dewdrop fled in a panic, like a thief.
But the next moment, she was blocked by someone, and when she looked up, she saw that it was Minghe!
"It's just a letter home, why are you running?" Minghe stared strangely at Luzhu's flushed cheeks. "Do you have a fever? Why is your face so red?"
Minghe's words made Luzhu blush even more. She whispered, "You really think it's a family letter?" She thought she was being very quiet, but anyone with some martial arts skills could hear her clearly.
Yan Zhen waved his folding fan and glanced at her lazily, saying, "Minghe, tell her what happens to those who deceive the truth."
Minghe's expression changed. He glanced at Luzhu with worry and said in a low voice, "Crush him to ashes. Luzhu, quickly hand over the letter from home..."
Dewdrop was about to cry. She naturally wanted to fight back, but that didn't mean she wanted to die. Besides, given the relationship between the Right Chancellor and the young lady, there probably weren't any secrets between them.
Dewdrop gripped the hem of her dress tightly, glanced cautiously at Yan Zhen, and then whispered, "If the master truly loves Miss, he will naturally respect everything about her, won't he..."
Yan Zhen suddenly raised an eyebrow; the girl's words were quite unexpected.
The dewdrop trembled inexplicably.
Yan Zhen slowly raised the corners of her lips and said, "Come here."
Dewdrop immediately shrank back behind Minghe in fear, whispering, "This servant wouldn't dare..."
Yan Zhen glanced at Minghe, who had no choice but to say, "Dewdrop, the master won't harm you, go quickly."
Dewdrop clutched Minghe's sleeve, looking at the Right Prime Minister's indifferent and languid demeanor. She steeled her resolve, thinking that even if she died, it would be for her mistress. Her life originally belonged to her mistress, so if she died, she would die...
She carefully moved over, and Yan Zhen raised her hand and placed it on the letter in her hand, then gently pulled it out... Dewdrop watched as the letter appeared in Yan Zhen's hand, her face turning deathly pale.
"Blind loyalty." Yan Zhen offered two words and walked away slowly, leaving Lu Zhu standing there dumbfounded.
****
When An Xin checked into her room, although she was not fully recovered, she was no longer in a state of severe injury. As she walked out of the room, Qiu Yue came over and bowed gracefully, saying, "Miss An is not fully recovered and needs to rest for a few more days."
An Xin frowned slightly: "Where is Yan Zhen?"
Only Miss An would dare to address the lord by his name. Qiu Yue hurriedly said, "I heard that someone has died in Fengxian Village in the north of the city. The lord may be in Fengxian Village at this time, or he may still be in the court."
An Xin's eyes darkened: "Another person has died? What happened!"
Qiu Yue replied blankly, "This servant doesn't know either."
An Xin turned and walked out. Qiu Yue said hurriedly, "Where are you going, Miss An? The master instructed that you should not wander around before you have fully recovered."