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Seeing the horse and hearing the crisp sound of the bells, one could sense that the person on the horse was undoubtedly in a very good mood. She couldn't help but glance a few more times; in such a repressive atmosphere in Handan, how could someone still live so freely?
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, lifting the gauze curtain of the carriage, and she was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the lady inside.
Dressed in Peach Pink, adorned with a golden headpiece embedded with various gemstones, her face was striking, with large eyes that gave her an air of delicacy.
This person... is it Ying?
She was taken aback, feeling it was hard to believe. With such a major incident involving Ji Xun, how could she be flaunting herself on the streets, dressed so brightly and lavishly? Moreover... which lady is she?
Before she could ask, the attendant pouring water nearby smiled and explained, "Does this young master want to know who that lady is? This lady is currently quite popular in Handan City. She was originally a concubine of the Crown Prince, but after being dismissed by him, she followed Six Young Master. It’s her good fortune; right from the start, she was granted the title of lady and became the new favorite of the young master. Now Six Young Master is favored by the king, and this lady has risen along with him. Who in Handan City doesn’t know her? A woman should be like her; if you can't be a concubine, you can still be a lady."
The attendant spoke animatedly; in the eyes of these common folk, Ying was a model example of soaring to greatness, envied by countless women. Although he was a man, he couldn't help but gossip after hearing so much in the tavern.
San Chun felt puzzled. She wasn't surprised that Ji Xun would dismiss Ying; given her character, it was likely she had done something disgusting again. But how did she manage to get involved with Six Young Master?
Pondering this matter, she realized that unless she asked the person involved, she probably wouldn't find out much. She immediately paid for her drink and told Winter Bamboo Shoot to wait for her there before chasing after the carriage.
It seemed Ying intended to show off; her carriage moved slowly, with the sound of hooves mixed with the ringing of bells creating an unusual sound effect. Additionally, the figure inside the carriage was partially obscured by white gauze but revealed a hint of red, adding an air of mystery that attracted many passersby to stop and admire.
San Chun quickly caught up with the carriage and watched as it turned into a spacious gate.
She had been here before; when she first arrived in Handan, she followed Xiu Niang from Embroiderer's Workshop to paint for their master. The long robe embroidered with azure bamboo that Ji Yan wore was her masterpiece. She heard later that their master cherished it greatly and only wore it when receiving esteemed guests. Because of this, he earned the title Azure Bamboo Young Master.
In her memory, Six Young Master Ji Yan was wild and unrestrained, standing proudly; he should be an upright person. How could he possibly become involved with someone as scheming as Ying?
Once Ying entered inside, she did not come out again. After waiting for a while without any movement, San Chun returned to the tavern. Winter Bamboo Shoot was still waiting for her and immediately asked upon seeing her: "Where did you go just now?"
She shook her head and simply said: "Let's go find an inn first; we can discuss this matter later."
The two found a clean inn, and as it was getting late, San Chun suddenly said, "I need to step out for a moment. You stay here."
"Where are you going, Miss?"
"To Master Ji Yan's residence."
Winter Bamboo Shoot's face changed slightly. When San Chun walked out, she suddenly rushed after her from behind, saying, "I'll go with you; I'm familiar with that place."
San Chun was slightly surprised and looked at Winter Bamboo Shoot, who seemed to realize she had misspoken and lowered her head.
"Winter Bamboo Shoot, I've known you for a year now. You know how I feel about you. Are you still unwilling to reveal who your master is?"
Winter Bamboo Shoot remained silent.
"If you refuse to tell me, then why are you following me?"
Winter Bamboo Shoot shook her head with a bitter smile. "It's not that I don't want to; it's that I dare not. If I let slip even a word, my life would be forfeit. Do you wish to see Winter Bamboo Shoot die an untimely death?"
Given the situation, San Chun felt it was inappropriate to press further. Since Winter Bamboo Shoot wanted to accompany her, she decided to take her along; it would be a good opportunity to observe how she was so familiar with Ji Yan Manor.
With her sword in hand, she stepped outside and walked to the back wall of Ji Yan Manor. This area was close to the manor's backyard, where most of the female residents lived.
San Chun strapped the sword on her back, took a few steps back, and then dashed up the wall, using the momentum to climb over.
Sitting on top of the wall and looking at Winter Bamboo Shoot, she was about to ask how she would get up when she saw Winter Bamboo Shoot simply leap up effortlessly, her movements much more graceful than her own.
San Chun was slightly surprised. Winter Bamboo Shoot smiled and said, "I've always climbed trees and walls; naturally, I have to be quick about it."
San Chun sighed lightly; this was not as simple as just climbing trees and walls.
Winter Bamboo Shoot clearly knew this residence well, and under her guidance, they quickly found the courtyard where the women lived.
San Chun grabbed a maid and asked where Ying was. With a sword pressed to her neck, the maid stammered and pointed, "There's a delicate courtyard to the left, the one marked Ronghui Pavilion."
After knocking the maid down, they followed her directions and indeed saw Ronghui Pavilion.
At this moment, Ying had not yet gone to bed; she was being attended to by two maids while bathing, fresh flower petals floating in the water, releasing a fragrant aroma.
San Chun looked through the window at the beautiful scene of Ying bathing and sneered inwardly; she really knew how to enjoy herself.
She pushed open the door, and upon seeing the sudden appearance of the two intruders, the people inside screamed in fright.
Winter Bamboo Shoot was masked, while San Chun, with her face appearing like a ghost from hell in the dim light, was particularly terrifying.
As soon as the two maids cried out, they were knocked unconscious by San Chun and Winter Bamboo Shoot from either side.
Immediately after, an Iron Sword was pointed at Ying's neck. San Chun coldly said, "If you dare to scream, I'll stab you with a bloody hole."
Ying twisted her soft waist and smiled charmingly, "This young master comes here late at night and looks at me like this; I might just get shy."
She was completely naked, her figure exquisite and curvaceous. Her breasts were full and round; although her nipples had a darker hue, the deep cleavage was enough to bury any man's ambitions. Her long, slender legs added to her allure, and below that softness was warm and tight; just a touch would send ripples of desire. No wonder Ji Yan was captivated by her.
She glanced at her own bare body and scoffed, "Put away your seductive tricks; they won't work on us."
Ying was slightly surprised, "You are women?" If they were men, they would never have such an attitude toward her.
San Chun sneered, "I only ask you one thing: why did you frame Crown Prince Ji Xun?"
Ying laughed heartily, "You flatter me too much. I am just a mere woman; how could I possibly frame the Crown Prince?"
She shouted, "Stop talking nonsense. Can't you recognize my voice? How dare you deceive me in front of me?"
"You?" Ying looked at her carefully and suddenly said, "You, you are Yan..."
"It’s San Chun," she interrupted.
Ying curled her lip, "You left and still dared to come back. You shameless woman, I’ve become like this all because of you."
Since San Chun left, Ji Xun's health had deteriorated; he often seemed as if he were dead. Despite consulting many doctors, none could cure him. Aware that his time was short, he wrote divorce papers for Ying and Zhong Ling, allowing them to remarry.
Zhong Ling disagreed. She gazed longingly, having finally secured the position of the Crown Princess and waiting to become Queen; she would not easily give it up. As a lady, it was naturally difficult for her to be divorced, but Ying was different; she was merely a concubine. Without a formal divorce document, it would be easy for Ji Xun to dismiss her with just a word.
Ying became anxious and went to confront Ji Xun, asking him why he wanted to drive her away.
Ji Xun insisted it was for her own good, but she did not believe him at all. Coldly, she said, "It's for Yan Dan, isn't it? Do you think that by driving me away, she will come back to see you? You know your time is short; who do you think that short life is for? Do you think I don't know?"
Ji Xun was taken aback. "What do you know?"
"That day when the White-Clad Gentleman came to see you, I heard everything."
Upon hearing this, San Chun couldn't help but ask repeatedly, "What did he say?"
Ying sneered coldly, "I didn't want to tell you at first, but just to make you uncomfortable, I might as well share it with you."
"That day, that gentleman's life was nearing its end. The young master saved him using an extraordinary method back then; it required a life for a life. Now that three years have passed, it's time to repay that debt."
San Chun recalled that he had given Ji Xun a jade pendant back then and half-jokingly said it was a thousand-year spirit jade that could bring the dead back to life. If she died, it could be used according to ancient methods to revive her.
He indeed used it; that's why she lived. However, she never expected that this method required a life in exchange for another. Perhaps by the time she left, he already knew his own life was nearing its end.
The pain in her heart was heart-wrenching as she hoarsely asked, "What happened to that person? Is there any way to resolve it?"
"There is, but it requires your life. If you die, the curse on him will be lifted, and he will be able to live," Ying said, her face revealing a sinister expression, as if she wished she could bite into her.
San Chun knew that Ying might not be entirely trustworthy, but she also couldn't rule out the possibility that she wanted to take the opportunity to eliminate her. She hated her deeply and wished for her death.
She bit her lip and forced herself to calm down. "What happened next? Did you help Ji Yan frame him?"
Ying sneered, "Did I even need to help? He shouldn't have occupied that position; there are plenty of people who want to deal with him. He thought Ji Yan was his good brother, but how could anyone else see him as a brother? He merely used a little trick to trap him. Now he doesn't even need to wait for death; a lot of White Silk Poison is waiting for him."
She must be telling the truth; Zhong Xue had also been there. In that position, he would eventually meet his end. But thinking about it was one thing; truly wanting to see him dead was something she could never allow.
She took a deep breath. "Fine, I won't mention whether you participated or not. Just tell me how Ji Yan set up the trap. Otherwise, I will make sure your blood spills on the spot."
Ying put on her clothes slowly, a cold smile lingering at the corner of her mouth, seemingly dismissing her threat entirely.
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