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"Young Master, something's wrong! The Young Mistress is in trouble!"
The next day, Leng Shaoqing was in the shop when his maid rushed in, panic written all over her face.
"What happened?" Leng Shaoqing frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"This morning, the head of the household asked the Young Mistress to talk, and then they both went out. Only the head of the household returned, saying... the Young Mistress is missing."
Bai Youlian? Leng Shaoqing was stunned. In the next moment, he rushed into Bai Youlian's room, shouting, "What did you do to Qian Qian?"
"You ask me, who should I ask? Qian Qian was out shopping with me, but she got lost. I'm just as anxious!"
Knowing he would come to question her, Bai Youlian's heart still trembled slightly.
That woman had undergone professional training in Japan, but she had let her guard down against a mere housewife.
When she applied the poisoned rouge on her, she had not suspected a thing.
That scene was etched in Bai Youlian's memory until her dying day; it was her first time killing someone.
She had taken a life, yet she felt no regret.
For Leng Shaoqing, and even more so for...
"Are you taking revenge on me?" Leng Shaoqing closed his eyes and said painfully, "But what wrong has Qian Qian done?"
Bai Youlian opened her mouth. She wanted to say that she had never thought of taking revenge on him; Qian Qian was Japanese.
But not a single word came out.
With a heart full of worries, one could only swallow them silently.
"What? Chiyo has gone missing?" Yamada's face turned crimson with anger, his voice sharp and frantic as he roared.
"It seems the plan has failed," one of his subordinates replied tremulously, his voice barely above a whisper.
"How could that be? The informants we sent to the Leng Mansion were unharmed. Is it really for a Leng Shaoqing that Bai Youlian... But she's just a woman; how could she deal with my Imperial Army-trained Commissioner?"
Yamada's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and resentment etched across his face.
"Bai Youlian may not be so simple," the subordinate cautiously responded, a hint of unease in his eyes.
"You mean..." Yamada suddenly turned around, his gaze dark like the sky before a storm.
"There was a confidential report that the New Alliance has trained a new liaison, code-named Tie Lianhua. We have been searching for them, and now it seems..."
Before the subordinate could finish, Yamada already grasped the implication.
Yamada abruptly turned back, his expression ominously serious: "Very well, it seems we underestimated things. It looks like we need to pay a visit to that young master of the Leng Family."
In the dimly lit basement, a damp, decaying smell lingered in the air.
Leng Shaoqing slowly regained consciousness, his head heavy and still clouded. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice: "I'm here; where is Leng Shaoqing?"
With a start, Leng Shaoqing opened his eyes. In the dim light, he saw Bai Youlian standing not far away, with Yamada's sinister grin looming in front of her.
As their eyes met, Bai Youlian's heart tightened painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand.
Yamada wore a smug smile on his face and said, "I knew you would come for Leng Shaoqing. It must be our first meeting in such a place."
“Colonel, what is this about?” Bai Youlian forced herself to remain calm, diverting her gaze while intently studying Yamada, trying to find a crack in his expression.
“What is this about?” Yamada shook his head, his smile growing increasingly sinister. “Naturally, I’m inviting you as a guest.”
Bai Youlian glanced at Leng Shaoqing, her eyes filled with concern. “Then let him go, and we can talk slowly.”
“Are you really willing to talk with me—Tie Lianhua?” Yamada's voice suddenly rose, sharp as a knife, piercing directly toward Bai Youlian.
Bai Youlian's body jolted, instantly stiffening. She realized that she had been exposed after all.
After killing Qian Qian, she knew that Yamada might catch on to something; she just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.
She tilted her head back defiantly, her eyes radiating resolve. “Yes, as long as you—let him go.”
Leng Shaoqing couldn’t understand a word of their conversation. Suddenly, he stood up and shouted, “Bai Youlian, you don’t have to be so kind! I’d rather stay here than let you save me!”
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He couldn’t leave alone; he absolutely couldn’t.
Bai Youlian understood his meaning perfectly. Despite his cold demeanor, she could read the worry and reluctance in his eyes.
She smiled gently, her expression filled with tenderness and helplessness. “You… wait for me to come back.”
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