Chapter 217: Chapter 217

"Eh? Did the wind pick up?"

Shen Weixi suddenly felt a chill down his back, couldn’t resist touching his neck, and asked Yun Ran.

A flash of insight came to Yun Ran’s mind, and she narrowed her eyes to observe the surroundings. The crowd was bustling like water, with no abnormalities.

Was it just an illusion?

She seemed to have sensed a familiar killing intent just now?

"Yue’er, you’re weak, let’s not stand in the wind, why not find a tavern to eat something?"

"Sure! Let’s go to Drunken Immortal Inn."

It’s two streets away! Just fitting her idea of parading through the market.

Shen Weixi grabbed her hand, "I have so much to tell you! Let’s talk as we walk."

"Yue’er, are your injuries healed? King Qin said you were sick, what kind of illness did you have? Was it serious?"

Yun Ran rolled her eyes mentally: [Nangong Mo, that dog! He’s the one who’s sick!]

However, she responded smoothly, "Just caught a cold accidentally, I’m fine now! Weixi, don’t worry!"

Nangong Mo walked out from the shadows, watching the figures of the two gradually move away hand in hand, his cold eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze profound and unpredictable.

Feng Xuan stood behind Nangong Mo, observing his nose, mouth, and heart, striving to be invisible.

Drunken Immortal Inn, does the consort want to drink?

He still remembered that night, the clear moon, gentle breeze, and thousands of starry miles, his master had been treated like a kite, released into the sky all night...

Feng Xuan was wondering whether the tragedy of that night would repeat, but was struck by his lord’s extremely cold gaze, shivering with fear, "Master, the consort went to Drunken Immortal Inn, should we follow?"

Lin Yanran quickly learned that not only was Yun Ran still alive, but she was leisurely shopping and eating, living a carefree and blissful life!

In a fit of rage, she smashed a floor full of flower pots and porcelain, scaring the maids and servants in the courtyard into a row. They didn’t even dare breathe, fearing they’d incur her wrath and lose their lives.

Eventually, Mrs. Qin heard the news and came to comfort her for a long time, slowly calming her anger.

Mrs. Qin told her, "A disaster star always brings doom before affecting themselves last, she was lucky this time, but tomorrow is long."

"Where there’s a will, there’s a way, even the hundred-grand pass will ultimately belong to Chu; A persevering person is never deceived by Heaven, three thousand warriors can swallow Wu. Think of how glorious the Bai Family was back then! Didn’t Mother still send each of them away?"

"In half a month, Haoran will be home. You should be happier, after all, he’s always adored you, his little sister, since childhood. Then, there’ll be hell to pay for that death-striking star."

Bathed in Mrs. Qin’s words, Lin Yanran’s heart felt much more relieved, especially thinking that Lin Haoran returning home in glory, with significant assistance to the Crown Prince, this also potentially leading her to become the Crown Princess Consort sooner.

Lin Yanran fell asleep harboring delightful dreams.

But at night, she was startled awake by a thunderclap.

The wind blew strongly, the window was thrown open, and the cold swirling winter night air invaded the room, chilling the body.

Lin Yanran wanted the maid to close the window but called out numerous times without response.

Already irritable from being startled out of dreams, her anger only worsened, "Useless servants! Totally asleep? Tomorrow I’ll have your hides!"

Helplessly, she went to the window herself.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the night like daytime.

In that instant, Lin Yanran clearly saw a dead body hanging outside the window.

Bleeding from seven orifices, hollow eyes, a ghastly white face, suspended by a rope, hanging outside her window, staring back at her through the wind and rain.

Lin Yanran’s soul practically departed as she screamed and retreated, intending to call for help but tripped over something, falling down.

Her hand then pressed onto something cold, wet, and sticky.

Simultaneously, another bolt of lightning struck down, revealing the object she was laying on top of.

A headless male corpse! A terrifying ghost face painted on his bare chest, a gaping mouth, blood-red long tongue!

Lin Yanran’s eyes widened, on the verge of splitting, screaming while scrambling to crawl away.

Suddenly, the night delivered a creepy ’wooo’ sound that made Lin Yanran’s heart constrict violently.

She barely managed to reach the door when faced with three rolling heads.

Lightning struck down, showing three familiar faces with eyes staring unpeacefully at her, and wisps of black gas rising from their foreheads.

Seemingly saying: I died such a terrible death! Return my life!

Lin Yanran finally couldn’t bear it, her vision darkened as she fainted.

Ye Xiao drifted out of the night, looking at Lin Yanran with extreme disdain, "With such little courage she dared previously to covet my master? Imagining beautifully without looking quite the same!"

Xiange followed out, "Let’s go, mission complete, return for debriefing."

Ye Xiao cupped his chin with one hand, eyes slightly shifting, smiling mischievously, "Now that we’ve come, why not play a bit more?"

Xiange looked at him expressionlessly, "What tricky plot are you up to again?"

Ye Xiao floated over, looped his arm over his shoulder, winking at the heads, "Such painstaking makeup used once, isn’t it wasteful to throw away? Why not reuse them?"

Xiange looked at him coldly, "You planning to take them home as pillows?"

Ye Xiao rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, "The young one fainted, isn’t there an elderly? Besides, Thunder God and Thunder Goddess are so generous tonight! How could we turn down such a kindness!"

About a stick of incense later, the cries from Mrs. Qin’s courtyard echoed loudly into the night sky, reverberating over the entire Minister Mansion.

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Lin Qianqiu stirred impatiently from sleep, inquiring what happened.

Soon, the steward ran hastily to report, his voice wafting into the room upon reaching the courtyard.

"Master, something terrible happened! There were assassins at the mansion! The Second Missile and the Madam have encountered trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqiu’s expression changed abruptly, instantly becoming sleepless, immediately ordered gathering the mansion’s guards to pursue the assassins, and rushed to Lin Yanran’s place under guard protection.

This precious daughter’s the future Crown Princess Consort, she must not suffer any mishap!

Yun Ran wasn’t awoken by wind, rain, thunder, or lightning; she was awakened by someone crawling into her bed in the middle of the night.