mtl008 Chapter 162 For the Innocent Surname
Chapter 162 For the Innocent Surname
"Mom, I'm not used to sleeping with Chunshao." Su Rao deliberately prolonged the ending of the sentence and asked in a coquettish tone, "Does mom not like me anymore?"
She held the door frame tightly, her heart beating like a drum. She waited vigilantly for a response from inside the house, while pricking up her ears to try to catch any slight sound.
There were rustling noises coming from inside the house, confirming her guess that the unknown person was indeed inside.
The mother may have been controlled. What should I do? What is the other party's purpose?
If it's about money, Su Rao is willing to give up everything she has; but apart from money, what else do they, mother and daughter, have that is worthy of others' covetousness?
Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, Zhao's voice sounded again, with a bit of helplessness: "You child, how could your mother not love you? Come in."
Su Rao secretly grasped the self-defense knife hidden at her waist and took every step carefully.
Inside the house, Zhao had lit the oil lamp. The dim light dispelled the darkness, illuminating Zhao's safe and sound figure with neat clothes, which made Su Rao feel relieved.
It seems that the unknown person did not cause any harm to the mother.
Su Rao approached Zhao and quickly scanned the room. When her eyes fell on a corner of the closet, she couldn't help but pause.
A hint of black clothing was exposed, clearly belonging to a man.
There was also a faint scent of herbs in the air, as well as another indescribable smell that seemed to be related to the unknown person.
"Mom, I feel a little cold and I would like to borrow your clothes." As soon as Su Rao finished speaking, she was about to walk towards the closet.
Unexpectedly, Zhao suddenly grabbed her hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "What are you wearing? Go to bed and lie down."
Su Rao nodded obediently, and Zhao seemed relieved.
The mother and daughter lay side by side on the bed. Su Rao noticed that her mother's eyes would occasionally glance at the closet. That look was not of fear, but more like worry.
Su Rao closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but her heart was as clear as a mirror.
After a long time, my mother got out of bed quietly and opened the wardrobe door silently. Then came the subtle sound of clothes rustling.
Su Rao smelled the special scent mixed with herbs again, and she knew in her heart - her mother was bandaging the wound of the injured man.
It seems that this person is not a person with bad intentions, but an old acquaintance.
The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkling mottled light on the late-night visitor, reflecting his fatigue and scars.
Why would this old friend come here quietly so late at night and seriously injured?
There seemed to be an unspeakable heaviness hidden between his brows. Did it mean that he was facing some dilemma that was difficult to solve on his own?
What kind of past existed between my mother and this old acquaintance?
A series of questions flooded Su Rao's mind.
She instinctively wanted to stand up and question the truth behind all this, but then she thought that her mother must have had her reasons for going to such great lengths to conceal the truth.
Perhaps, the story behind this is too heavy to be revealed on this quiet night.
In the end, Su Rao chose to remain silent and continued to pretend to be asleep, not letting the turmoil in her heart show on the surface.
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At the same time, in the prosperous Prince Qi's Mansion, the lights in the study dispelled the darkness around.
The King of Qi and Minister Wang sat face to face, and there was an unusual solemnity in the air.
The King of Qi's voice trembled slightly, unable to hide his excitement: "Uncle, have you really found Yan Guishuang's trace?"
Yan Guishuang, this name was once a bright new star in the Zhao family army. As the adopted son of the eldest son of the Zhao family, he was famous for his bravery and wisdom.
However, the tragedy of the Zhao family was like a sudden storm, uprooting the family. Even the daughter who married far away was not spared. Only Yan Guishuang disappeared without a trace.
Rumor has it that the Zhao family is hiding a secret arsenal, and Yan Guishuang, as the only survivor, naturally becomes the key to unlocking this secret.
Over the years, the King of Qi has never given up looking for Yan Guishuang's whereabouts, because that legendary armory is undoubtedly a sharp sword for him in the fight for imperial power.
Now, Yan Guishuang’s reappearance seemed to be fate’s arrangement, allowing him to see the dawn of victory.
Minister Wang had a helpless look on his face, and he slowly said, "Over the years, I have been following the instructions of His Highness and tracking Yan Wushuang's whereabouts. I have placed spies among the guards of the imperial city, and everyone is familiar with Yan Wushuang's appearance. Therefore, the moment he stepped into the city gate, we discovered him. We originally thought that it was a perfect layout and he would have no way to escape, but he was so smart that he slipped through our fingers like a cunning fish."
Although the King of Qi was dissatisfied, he knew that his position as crown prince depended on the strong support of his uncle, so he did not show any blame.
He said in a calm but firm tone: "At least we now know that he is in the capital. Once in this city, it is not easy to leave easily. I will send more people to search secretly, and one day I will find him."
He was determined to get that arsenal and would not allow any loss.
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The next morning, in the back garden of the Su residence, the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows.
Su Rao returned to her room at her mother's urging. What was different from the past was that her mother did not watch her leave affectionately as usual, but seemed a little anxious, as if she was eager to see her off.
As soon as Su Rao left, a heroic middle-aged man came into Mrs. Zhao's room.
He was a big man with a burly build. The white bandage on his arm was particularly eye-catching in the sun. Scars on his exposed skin recorded traces of past hardships and battles.
"Brother Yan, you are living well outside, why do you suddenly come to this turbulent capital city?" Mrs. Zhao lowered her voice and asked with concern.
Yan Wushuang's voice was deep and powerful: "I thought time would dilute everything and I had long been forgotten by the world, but I didn't expect that they still miss me."
He paused, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "I came to the capital because of the more than one hundred innocent lives of the Zhao family. I have been unable to sleep at night these years, thinking all the time about how to seek justice for them. My grandfather and adoptive father lived an upright life, but they had to bear false charges after their death..."
Mrs. Zhao's eyes flashed with surprise, and she asked eagerly: "Brother Yan, have you found any clues? Is there really a way to clear the Zhao family's grievances?"
Yan Wushuang has collected a lot of evidence over the years, and the most crucial one is said to be hidden in a corner of the capital.
"It's almost there, but I underestimated my opponent. Now I'm in danger myself, not to mention getting that crucial evidence..." He frowned, his handsome face full of worry.