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Baili Fengzhi's Personal Guard?
Under the setting sun, Lin Yue drove the carriage towards the courtyard gate, a look of surprise perfectly displayed on his face, while thoughts flashed continuously through his mind.
They had never sought me out before, and now they happened to be waiting for me at the gate today?
Did they discover something? Or are they suspecting something?
At this moment, Lin Yue's thoughts surged within him, but he quickly calmed himself.
"Master Chu?"
Lin Yue sat on the carriage, held the reins in both hands, and stopped the carriage at the courtyard gate, looking somewhat surprised at the leader of this team of Personal Guards, "Sir, are you waiting for me?"
The person before him was unexpectedly that Deputy General Chu, whom he had met several times before.
"Yes." Deputy General Chu nodded slightly, while also glancing at the carriage behind Lin Yue.
Lin Yue immediately jumped down from the carriage, cupped his hands, and greeted respectfully, "Forgive me for troubling you to come in person, my lord. This humble one is terrified, but I beg my lord to wait a moment, allowing me to take my wife back inside to administer medicine and rest. She traveled with me today and is a bit too exhausted, her health is not in good condition at the moment, and I ask for your understanding."
Deputy General Chu glanced at the carriage and said faintly, "Go ahead, no need to rush, we will wait for you here."
"Thank you, my lord."
Expressing his gratitude with a slight bow, Lin Yue unlocked the courtyard and room doors before returning to the carriage. He gently lifted the drape and carefully carried 'Su Ziqiu' from the carriage.
Deputy General Chu watched them quietly, then suddenly spoke, "Your wife's illness seems much worse than before, is she feverish again?"
With his perception, he naturally sensed that the woman's breath was even weaker, and her body was burning up, indicating a high fever.
Lin Yue sighed, "Yes, my wife has always been unfortunate, born with a frail body, and after suffering such a severe injury, she has never fully recovered. I fear... I fear she has little time left."
As he spoke, he looked at Su Ziqiu in his arms with profound sorrow in his eyes, his smile somewhat bitter, "Today, she insisted on leaving the city with me, not just for an autumn outing and ancestral worship, but to choose a place with scenery she likes as her future resting place. I softened in heart, not expecting... Alas..."
Deputy General Chu remained silent for a moment before saying, "Hurry and take your wife inside, no need to hurry."
Although he sympathized with the unfortunate young couple, he knew that there were some things he could not do, so he could only watch from the sidelines.
Moreover, this woman was so weak and burning up with a high fever that she might not even survive the night.
Even for an ordinary Daoist cultivator skilled in alchemy, it would be quite challenging to heal her, let alone a Martial Cultivator like him, who was only skilled in defeating enemies.
"Thank you, my lord."
Acknowledging with thanks, Lin Yue carried Su Ziqiu into the courtyard and returned to the room.
After placing the most important package conspicuously on the table, he set Su Ziqiu on the bed, got a basin of water, wiped her burning body with a damp cloth, and placed a wet cloth on her forehead.
If acting, one must play the complete role. At least he considered his current performance indistinguishable from that of a true husband.
The Deputy General Chu outside was indeed quite compassionate. As a strong Martial Cultivator, he was willing to wait at the door for this lowly commoner, giving him and his young wife ample time.
Perhaps, moved by pity, even if unable to offer assistance, he desired to provide them with more time together.
But...
This Deputy General Chu probably did not realize that the real Su Ziqiu... had died that very day.
She never experienced even a day's simplest marital life.
And Lin Yue was left to hide all the blood and tears within his heart, enduring life under the same roof with his most hated enemy to this day.
A full hundred days.
Fortunately... this kind of life was about to end.
"Thank you for waiting, my lord."
After locking the room and courtyard doors, Lin Yue turned to Deputy General Chu with a bow, "May I ask what instructions my lord has for this humble one?"
Deputy General Chu shook his head slightly, saying, "There's nothing particularly important, I just came to convey an order from the commander."
He paused and said, "If Young Master Xia Lie is not found by the end of this month, the commander plans to take severe action against Daoist Tu. The commander sent me to tell you that if you wish to see the old Daoist one more time, today would be your last chance."
"Today?" Lin Yue asked, puzzled, "Why today?"
"You don't need to ask more about this matter."
Deputy General Chu shook his head and asked, "Do you wish to see the old Daoist one more time?"
Perhaps it was a test? It would be best not to go, but... Lin Yue paused in thought and said, "Then let me see him one more time."
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In front of the deepest prison cell of the Prison.
With a clanging sound, the cold iron cell door slowly opened, revealing the dimly lit prison inside.
Still dressed in a crimson war robe, wearing a silver mask, Baili Fengzhi stood quietly to the side, her slightly narrow Phoenix eyes glanced at Lin Yue, and she said softly, "Go in."
As she spoke, she strode into the cell with her long legs.
Lin Yue followed her inside.
In the cold and lonely prison, Daoist Tu still sat silently by the table, though looking a bit more disheveled than last time, his silver hair slightly messy.
Upon seeing Lin Yue enter, Daoist Tu only glanced indifferently, and then slightly frowned, "Why is it this brat again?"
"Daoist Tu."
Baili Fengzhi stood lazily with her arms folded, appearing casual, "This Lin Yue was once regarded by you as a successor, after all. Let him see you one last time."
"One last time?" Daoist Tu looked at Baili Fengzhi, "Does the commander plan to use harsh punishment?"
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