Ink Blade

me out, it was already snowing heavily.
Chu Yan pulled the black cloak on his body tighter and frowned.

“What time is it?” He asked his personal maidservant Qui Quan.

“Answering to the Master, it's already midnight.” Qiu Quan answered in a whisper.
“Master has stayed in Young Master Bai’s room for about an hour and a half.”

“Mn.” Chu Yan nodded, looking at the whistling snow, wondering what to think.

“Master…..” Qiu Quan paused and hesitated, and anxiety appeared between her beautiful brows.

Mo Ren at present had his foundation abolished, and his physique was not as good as an ordinary person.
In such severe cold weather, and being wounded again…..Qiu Quan dared not think about it anymore.

“Okay.” Chu Yan rubbed his eyebrows irritably, “Isn’t it just pleading for that waste….Go, go ahead and bring him back.
Tell him, don't think that this Master will not throw you away again.
If you make trouble tomorrow, you will go directly to the execution room and be whipped to death! “

Qiu Quan hurriedly knelt down and said, “Qiu Quan thanks the Master on behalf of Elder brother Mo!”

Looking at the back of Qiu Quan as she hurried away, Chu Yan's mood seemed to be better.

Now, he felt that he didn't want the life of Mo Ren anymore, otherwise he would not have been spared from his death sentence even by the advice of the soft-hearted Bai Hua, nor would he have agreed with Qiu Quan’s plea.

After all, he had also thought about their past friendship, and Chu Yan was not unaware of Mo Ren's loyalty to him as well.

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It's just that……saying that Bai Hua is a spy? 

Chu Yan sneered.
If he wanted to frame someone, he should have done it in a decent manner.
He had liked Bai Hua for ten years, and Bai Hua also willingly accompanied him as a male pet for ten years.
Hua’er had no martial arts and his heart was pure.
Where was he a spy?

Contrary to his expectation, Mo Ren had become doubtful more than once, and even tried to assassinate him….assassinate! Such a daring slave, if it wasn't for him considering their past relationship, he would have long gone…..

His thoughts seemed to be gradually covered up by mists, as Chu Yan stared at the snowflakes that were blown by the wind and thought to himself secretly.
He finally married Bai Hua, and it was no doubt the most resolute way to show his attitude.
If Mo Ren was more sensible, he probably wouldn’t be against Bai Hua anymore.
As such, it was not like he couldn’t really treat the person better. 

…Speaking of which, how did he and Mo Ren get to this point? Before, Ah Ren was so obedient, how did everything come to disobeying and rebelling against the Master now?

Chu Yan squatted down on the porch, waiting leisurely for Qiu Quan to return and report back to him.

Really slow. 

Chu Yan frowned, and his phoenix eyes turned even more gloomy.
These years, even Qiu Quan had also become more and more outrageous. 

Ah right, she had the shadow of that willful boy.
Maybe, I’m just really too used to that Mo Ren. 

After waiting for about half an hour, when Chu Yan had begun to become impatient, Qiu Quan's figure appeared opposite the porch.

The maid still stood respectfully, and the hem of her light yellow skirt rustled and trembled in the cold wind.
Through the drifting snowflakes, Chu Yan saw her pale face, and her dim and empty eyes.

Chu Yan panicked for no reason.

“Master.” He heard Qiu Quan's seemingly calm but trembling voice, “Mo Ren is dead.”

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“What? Say it again.” Chu Yan froze for a moment.
The cold wind was howling too much, and he thought he had heard it wrong.

“Mo Ren is dead, Master.
When this slave led people there, he was already…..”

——Mo Ren is dead?

Chu Yan opened his mouth but he couldn’t make any sound. 

He feels very….strange.

Chu Yan raised his face, the sky of that winter night was dark and far away, and snowflakes continued to fall from the thick clouds.
He couldn't feel any sadness or joy, but only felt an unrealistic hollow that filled his heart.

How could he die?

Chu Yan began to have a headache, and it seemed like thin needles were stirring his brain.
He knew that he had tortured that person a little bit harder.
He was the one who let him be punished in the Execution Hall again and again, it was him who destroyed his dantian, demoted him to the side hall to be a slave, and ordered him to be punished for treason.
But……….

Isn't that all? How can he die?

“He died with grievances, Master.” Qiu Quan's voice was hoarse, “Elder brother, when he died, he was looking in the direction of the Jiuzhong Hall, stretching his hand straight……his body is still laid there, Master.” 

Then she suddenly flopped down on her knees, and kowtowed hard.
After several dull sounds, blood stained the green bricks.

The maid's voice was already crying, “Elder brother has been loyal to the Hall Master all his life.
Qiu Quan boldly begs the Master to please go up and have a look at him…..”

Chu Yan watched as Qiu Quan knocked her forehead against the brick floor, and it took a long time before he made a sound.

“Cough.” He nodded, his face devoid of any trace of grief, “Then, let’s go and have a look.”