Chapter 289: Chapter 289 - Wanwan’s Counterattack (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Zi Su had received Su Mu’s favor, so no matter how much she disliked her, she had to care about the favor of saving her life.

This woman’s schemes were really too deep. Those who obeyed her would prosper, and those who opposed her would die. She threatened her that night, so it was strange that she didn’t come to assassinate her in the middle of the night.

That night, Su Mu did come, but Fu Ling scared her away again. Fu Ling knew nothing about this, let alone Yu Wan. However, this did not affect Yu Wan’s judgment of Su Mu.

“Uncle Wan…” Yan Jiuchao paused.

Yu Wan nodded. “She used a local recipe to treat Uncle Wan’s knee pain. It’s only right for Uncle Wan to admire her.”

“Old fool,” Yan Jiuchao said indifferently. “I think he doesn’t want to work anymore.”

Yu Wan smiled faintly. Uncle Wan was so soft-hearted. Otherwise, he would not have taken the risk of disobeying Yan Ruyu to accept her back then. Therefore, everything was a double-edged sword.

Back then, Uncle Wan had served the young Emperor and Prince Yan in the Cold Palace. Even though the young Emperor had the potential to rule the world, Uncle Wan was more willing to accompany the young Prince Yan. This could only mean that Uncle Wan was born to sympathize with the weak.

Su Mu used this to win Uncle Wan’s favor.

“It seems that she knows us very well,” Yu Wan said strangely. “Is she really a maidservant?”

As they spoke, Shadow Thirteen pushed open the door and bowed to the two of them. “Young Master, Young Madam.”

Yu Wan nodded.

The human heart was really a strange thing. Previously, Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen did not like her and Nanny Wan always punished her with a ruler. However, after Su Mu stirred up the pot, it was also the three of them who did not blame her.

“Come in and talk,” Yan Jiuchao said.

Shadow Thirteen closed the door and said seriously, “I just fought with Su Mu. She’s a sacrificial soldier.”

“Sacrificial soldier?” Yu Wan was shocked.

Shadow Thirteen frowned and said, “But she’s not a sacrificial soldier in the conventional sense. She should have escaped from the sacrificial soldier camp halfway like me.”

True sacrificial soldiers had long abandoned their seven emotions and six desires. They were complete killing tools.

“How did you fight her? Did she discover it was you?” Yu Wan asked.

Shadow Thirteen shook his head. “No, Young Master asked Uncle Wan to arrange for her to buy brush and ink on the streets. I disguised myself as a bandit to rob her, so she didn’t find any flaws.”

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao and saw that he was calm. She could not help but ask, “Aren’t you surprised that a sacrificial soldier came to the Young Master Manor?”

“Should I be surprised?” Yan Jiuchao said strangely, as if there was no need to make a fuss about it.

Yu Wan opened her mouth. “Have so many people been plotting against you since you were young?”

Yan Jiuchao snorted. “Why? Are you afraid?”

Yu Wan shook her head. She was not afraid.

“My heart aches for you,” she whispered.

Shadow Thirteen really didn’t want to hear it, but could some people consider the exceptional hearing of the secret guards?

Yan Jiuchao wrapped his wide sleeve around Yu Wan’s hand.

Shadow Thirteen exploded. Ah! There’s still the exceptional eyesight of a secret guard! Do you think I’m blind!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yu Wan hooked his finger. Her heart felt sweet, but she pretended to be serious. “Then why did she enter the Young Master Manor? What’s her goal?”

If she was a sacrificial soldier through and through, it would not be difficult to guess that she had a master behind her. However, she’s half a sacrificial soldier… It was difficult to determine if she had acted on her own.

Yan Jiuchao looked at Shadow Thirteen deeply.

Shadow Thirteen felt a chill run down his spine. Why are you looking at me like that?

Yan Jiuchao said meaningfully, “Won’t we know if we try?”

At night, Yan Jiuchao asked the small kitchen to make a plate of chestnut cake with cherry juice. The cherries were ready-made, and the chestnut cake was also made. The chef poured cherry juice on it and brought it over to his Young Master.

Unexpectedly, his Young Master frowned in disdain after taking a bite and said that it was not as delicious as that day.

The chef went back to cook a few more times, but he still could not satisfy Yan Jiuchao.

“Master, do you remember that the cherry juice that day was made by Miss Su?” The little disciple reminded the chef.

The chef took a weak breath. “I would have forgotten about this if you hadn’t mentioned it. Quick, go and invite Miss Su over!”

“Aye.” His little disciple went to the Zhuyue Pavilion and called Su Mu, who was tidying the bed.

“Do according to what you did that day. When you’re done, send it to Young Master.” The chef was an old man. On the surface, the Young Master was talking about the cherry juice. But who could guarantee that Young Master wasn’t talking about the person who made the cherry juice? If Young Master wasn’t in the mood, Miss Su could come out after sending it. If he was, then he wouldn’t be delaying Young Master’s beautiful time.