32. Willingness (4)
When Liao Zheng saw Murong Yan, he knew that Murong Yan was far more cruel than his uncles and grandparents.
Anyone who offended him would surely die, and the death would be extremely painful.
Murong Yan was even admiring the ferocious and distorted expression on Liao Zhengâs face.
Such a person should have been drowned as early as he was born. Letting him grow up is the disaster of the world!
Liao Zhengâs eyes were widened, and he was full of remorse when he died.
He should have killed Murong Yan when he was still young, and he should have investigated the man with the curtain hat immediately when he was in the Buddhist temple.
His intuition was indeed correct.
Liao Zheng was delayed for one night with a fluke in mind, but that one night cost him his life.
Liao Zheng broke off his breath very quickly, and Murong Yan threw him away in disgust.
He didnât even look at the two unkempt women on the ground, but immediately went to the study to look at the map.
Although the civil and military map is something he would need, it is not that urgent. Many of his supporters behind the scenes are in high positions, eunuchs, governors, and even the six ministries of the capital have Murong Yanâs people.
With the secret assistance of these people, it is not difficult for Murong Yan to obtain the complete topographic map, but he needs to use this semi-finished product to divert other peopleâs attention.
Sure enough, after the real map disappeared, Murong Xuâs attention was completely attracted by the map, and he completely forgot what Liao Zheng was going to do before he was killed.
As for the escape of the house slaves and the digging of the map from the garden soilâ¦
it was also arranged by Murong Yan. The house slave who ran away was indeed Murong Yanâs, but the reason for his escape was obviously Murong Yanâs instigation.
In the end a simple mixture of half truths and lies can easily cover up the real cause of Liao Zhengâs death and Murong Yanâs identity crisis.
Murong Xu thought he was extremely clever, and saw through the assassinâs ruse.
The subsequent investigation was unbelievably smooth, and the traitor and the truth were quickly found out.
However, everything Murong Xu did was actually within the circle that Murong Yan had drawn out for him, and he was manipulated without knowing it.
Murong Yan smiled, and met Yu Qingjiaâs eyes calmly,
âHow do I know what happened in the governorâs mansion?â
Yu Qingjia was skeptical, but she thought about it, these results were all found out by Prince Yingchuan, and others would definitely forget it, can Prince Yingchuan still be forced to speak with his head held down?
So, is it really just a coincidence that a traitor happened to be around him, thus covering up the foxâs actions?
Yu Qingjia knew that there might be so many hidden secrets behind it, but she looked at Murong Yan, finally nodded and said,
âOkay, it doesnât matter anymore as long as youâre fine.â
Since Murong Yan didnât want to talk about it, Yu Qingjia didnât want to ask any more.
Knowing that Murong Yan had a blood feud after her father brought him back, his father must have understood the pros and cons.
In this case, Yu Qingjia will also believe in her father and will not interfere in Murong Yanâs revenge plan.
âWhy didnât you ask me what I did that night?â
Murong Yan was really curious, his injury and the timing of his return were full of doubts at first glance, sitting with a dangerous person, wouldnât Yu Qingjia be afraid?
âOf course I want to know, but I thought about it again and again. I know that you are hiding so many things from me, and I guess I wonât mind adding another one.â
Yu Qingjia was talking, but she wasnât able to pay attention to her movements, so she accidentally made a mistake.
She looked at the wrongly knitted lace, and sighed,
âI was only focused on talking to you and didnât pay attention, I actually made the wrong twist here. Forget it, then this oneâs for you.â
When did Murong Yan ever receive a defective product?
Or a defective product that someone else knitted wrongly and doesnât want anymore?
So he just brushed it off, and said coldly,
âNo.â
Yu Qingjia didnât care, she was lying on the couch and shaking the lace in front of his eyes,
âLook, I just made a wrong twist on the thread. Actually, it can still be used.â
âNo.â
Yu Qingjia stirred up a lot of nonsense and tried her best to sell her failed handicraft in front of him.
Murong Yan was very annoyed, although there were few responses, the scroll in his hand never turned a page.
After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the lace in her hand to Murong Yan.
She is satisfied, because she knows that the one in her hand is not for her own use, and she will be more arbitrary when she tries to make another one in the future.
At least she can still see her handiwork from time to time.
The sun quietly shone on the two of them. It was late autumn and the trees were bleak, but the sun was surprisingly warm.
Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes flooded with water, âSo sleepy ah.â
Murong Yan really wanted to say that sheâs really a pig, but Yu Qingjia had already squinted her eyes on the desk.
A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, slowly wobbling, seemingly falling.
Yu Qingjia lay prone on the desk, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her fine porcelain face.
She was about to fall asleep, and her heart relaxed a lot. She then uttered a sentence that was inaudible, it seemed like it was just a dream,
âIâm waiting for the day you are willing to tell me.â
If he doesnât say it, she wonât ask.
She just hopes that one day, fox spirit will be willing to tell her about it personally.
Who he is and what he has done.
This sentence is slightly like a sigh, if one is not close enough, I am afraid that it will not be heard at all.
The room was quiet for a long time, and after a while, Murong Yan called out in a low voice,
âYu Qingjia?â
Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not respond.
âMy family name is Murong, territory name is Langya, and my first name is Yan. What I did that night⦠These things are dirty and sordid, and I donât want to tell you about them.â