Poison Genius Consort

dship will keep looking for her.
But don’t get your hopes up.
Mute Granny isn’t the only clue,” Long Feiye explained calmly.
Han Yunxi finally realized she’d gotten too worked up over the thing.
Listlessly, she returned to her room.

Long Feiye followed her to the door before asking offhandedly, “Han Yunxi, birth origins are things of the past and concern the previous generation.
Look more to the future.”

“Your Highness, actually, I…” Han Yunxi wanted to explain, but Long Feiye simply pushed her into her room.

“It’s late, go sleep.”

“Then Your Highness should rest early as well,” Han Yunxi replied.

Very soon, the lights in both their rooms were extinguished.
Unfortunately, it was destined to be a sleepless night.
Han Yunxi laid on her bed, tossing and turning with a restless heart.
Intuition told her that Long Feiye was intentionally avoiding the subject.
Was she wrong, or was he really hiding something? She was curious about his secrets, but she’d never forced him to tell her.
So why was he hiding her own secrets from her instead?

Han Yunxi dearly wished she was mistaken in her assumptions.

Long Feiye wasn’t even in his bedroom.
Once again, he was sitting on the roof, standing guard as was his habit ever since settling into the senior provincial official’s estate.
He didn’t sense that high-level expert this night, so it was likely the other man had already left.
There was no need to stand guard anymore.
Despite this, he remaining sitting in place, the chilly moon casting his figure in a lonely, desolate light.

It was a still moon in a deep night.

At one of the lanes surrounding the estate, Aunt Ru appeared after a long absence.

“Aunt Ru, that high-level expert left,” a black-masked guard reported in a low voice.
Many people in the Tang Clan referred to her by that name, so much that it had become a title of respect independent of her status or relationships.

Because Tang Zijin’s son had ran away from his marriage and offended the bride’s family, he’d spent the past two months in a hectic frenzy, trying to hunt down his son.
Right now, he had no time to worry about Han Yunxi.
He had invited Long Feiye and Han Yunxi to attend the wedding as part of a trap, but it never came to fruition.
Thus, Tang Zijin had coaxed Aunt Ru not to act rashly or antagonize Long Feiye in the meantime.
Unfortunately, she didn’t listen to him.

She couldn’t tolerate a woman with connections to the Tang Clan staying by Long Feiye’s side.
Nobody else knew that Long Feiye had been injured, but she knew quite well.
She didn’t know what person had been locked in the Hidden Pavilion either, but that was the place where he’d been wounded.
Ever since Long Feiye and Han Yunxi had arrived at South Ning Prefecture, she’d followed along from the Tang Clan to find a chance to kill Han Yunxi.
It would’ve been easy enough to do the deed while Long Feiye was still injured.

However, she never thought that a white-robed expert would be shielding Han Yunxi from the shadows as well.
Every time she made a move, that man would appear and make it impossible for her to approach the girl.
If she didn’t guess wrongly, that white-robed expert had to be the man from the Shadow Clan.
Speeds like that were only possible from their clan members!

“He left?” Aunt Ru murmured to herself.

“For sure.
This subordinate approached the back door of the estate just then and wasn’t held back,” the black-robed man replied.

Aunt Ru gave a cold laugh.
“He certainly knows how to pick his times!” The white-robed man might have left, but Long Feiye’s wound had already recovered.
How could she have a chance to make her move now? Did Long Feiye knew of the other man’s existence? What about Han Yunxi? Had she gotten in contact with that white-robed man?

“Aunt Ru, what is wrong with His Highness? If that person really is from the Shadow Clan, then wouldn’t that mean esteemed wangfei is…”

Before the man could finish, Aunt Ru suddenly turn to grip him by the neck.
“Who told you that man was from the Shadow Clan?”

“His….his speed…” the man wanted to explain, but he quickly realized he’d made a mistake. He knew too much. “Aunt Ru, this subordinate won’t…”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence before he permanently lost his ability to speak.
Aunt Ru leisurely cleaned off the traces of blood on her hands, her eyes sinister.
The more people there was who knew about the Shadow Clan, the worse it’d be for Feiye! Though her heart was filled with hateful rage, she had no choice but to help him keep things hidden.
Since Long Feiye had recovered, she now had no choice but to return to the Tang Clan…

The famine victims needed huge amounts of grain, so it took more than a few days to send relief grain to everyone.
Neither the senior provincial official’s estate nor the local government officials had enough men for the task, so Long Feiye allocated some of his guards and cart drivers to various countries to help out.
In the meantime, he and Han Yunxi still had another important job, and that was to find more grain.

Last night’s unhappiness seem to have faded with the day, because Han Yunxi was as full of spirits as ever today.
She might have her little moods, but generally speaking she was still an optimistic, sanguine kind of girl.
Somehow, she’d woken up all hotblooded again at noon, and began to earnestly help Long Feiye figure out the problem of providing more grain.
She even made a few suggestions that caught him off-guard.

Long Feiye listened to her speak with keen pleasure, nodding again and again to her words.
It was as if nothing had happened at all last night.
Just as they finished talking, Emperor Tianhui’s imperial decree arrived.
Both Long Feiye and Han Yunxi were clear that Emperor Tianhui wouldn’t let them off lightly after sending them to the disaster regions.

Just what would the imperial decree say?