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It was night.
Though Yu Youwei did not speak, her heart ached for the twenty thousand taels of silver, preventing her from sleeping. It was nearly the third watch when she gazed at the round moon outside the window and felt a twinge of weariness.
Huh? Was there a shadow flitting across the moon? Just as Yu Youwei was puzzled, a faint sound at the door filled her with sudden fear.
In the dim moonlight, she clearly saw the tip of a silver sharp object slipping through the crack of the door, slowly lifting and silently unfastening the latch.
Yu Youwei covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. Instinctively, she quickly dragged two pillows into her bedding and rolled off the bed, landing on the thick mat below.
At that moment, the door creaked slightly and opened.
Gritting her teeth, Yu Youwei propped herself up on her elbows and tried to move silently toward the space under the bed. Peering through the gap, she saw a pair of men’s long boots quietly landing on the floor. The figure turned back to close the door and walked toward her bed, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, a sharp dagger glinting ominously in his hand.
After she had gone to bed, Bi Qi had gone to the study wearing soft-soled cloth shoes prepared by the household. The other servants certainly did not have the privilege of wearing such official boots.
Yu Youwei's mind raced. Who was this? Why did he want to kill her? Did he not know that the current emperor favored cruel officials, especially those who committed crimes right under his nose? Such offenders faced severe punishment without mercy and could even implicate their entire families. How dared he plot something nefarious in the capital?
Wait, implicating families...
Such a grave crime would not matter to someone without family to be implicated. Yu Youwei was not particularly remarkable but had a good memory, especially for handsome faces.
—Unfortunately for him, his family had been unfortunate; ever since he passed his examinations, his elderly mother, young brother, and even a distant aunt had all passed away one after another—
Suddenly, she recalled something she had inadvertently heard in a brothel. She had never paid much attention to it before, but upon reflection, how could it be that all his family members died so coincidentally? A chill of conspiracy crept down her spine.
Just as she was nervously contemplating this, there came a muffled sound from her pillow as if it had been sliced open.
At the same time, the man let out a soft "huh." Yu Youwei recognized that it was Lin Lian.
But why would Lin Lian want to harm her?
Fear gripped Yu Youwei; in an instant, her mind flashed not to her parents or even to the handsome men she had once pursued but rather to Bi Qi, whom she had met for the first time today—a person with a pure and cheerful smile.
At this critical moment, someone suddenly knocked on her door.
"Xi Yu, are you asleep?" It was Wangyue's voice.
He called from outside, "I heard strange noises coming from your room... Are you okay?"
Yu Youwei could no longer hold back; she rolled out from under the bed and stumbled toward the door, her voice already tinged with tears. "Wangyue, help me!"
Suddenly, there was silence outside the door, followed by a loud bang as the door was kicked open.
At the same time, Yu Youwei felt Lin Lian grab her hair and yank it back violently. A wave of dizzying pain shot through her scalp, and she felt a cold object pressed against her neck.
"Lin Lian, how dare you!" The boy's face turned pale, his large eyes nearly bursting with fury.
"Ha, just watch me," Lin Lian leaned down, his lips brushing against Yu Youwei's ear. His long hair fell over her neck, reminiscent of their first encounter in bed, but the sensation was entirely different this time.
Last time, he had radiated a comforting warmth; now it felt as if he were a completely different person, his hair icy to the touch.
There must be some grudge between Lin Lian and Xi Yu... Yu Youwei closed her eyes. Survival was paramount; she finally decided to reveal her true identity.
Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Wangyue did.
"Lin Lian, let her go. You know she isn't Xi Yu."
Yu Youwei opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the boy.
A flash of realization struck her mind. "Wangyue, when did you know I wasn't Xi Yu? Did you not go to the study just now but hide somewhere else to keep an eye on me? Is that why you appeared at the door now?"
Wangyue frowned but did not refute her or respond directly. "Xi Yu has always had a good memory, yet she didn't even recognize me in the brothel. Moreover, from the moment I met her until I brought her home, everything she did was nothing like Xi Yu. Lin Lian, can't you see that?"
Lin Lian scoffed behind her and whispered to Yu Youwei, "I knew you weren't real the moment you woke up in bed. You might not remember that you wrapped your arms around my neck and called me Husband." He glanced at Wangyue, whose expression had clearly darkened.
Yu Youwei felt like she was about to explode. "You knew I wasn't real, so why did you try to kill me?"
"You know, the grudge of annihilating my family, I cannot allow even the slightest mistake..." Lin Lian whispered, his eyes suddenly clouded as if shrouded in mist, his expression somewhat deranged. "Moreover, I not only hate her ugly heart; her filthy body deserves to be ground to dust as well! Go die!"
With that, he abruptly raised the dagger and lunged toward my chest.
"Xi Yu!" Wangyue shouted, leaping forward in a frenzy, crazily grabbing the sharp dagger with his bare hand.
"Bi Qi!" The dagger slowed as it met resistance in his palm, warm blood gushing forth almost instantly, staining his sleeves red.
Since he began speaking, Lin Lian's voice had been abnormal. Now, he stumbled back slightly, the gray mist in his eyes gradually dissipating as he saw the blood pooling on the ground, his pupils constricting.
Having failed to strike, he cast a hurried glance at Yu Youwei before releasing the dagger and leaping into the darkness.
Wangyue let out a sigh of relief as the dagger clattered to the ground.
He had already lost a lot of blood; his face was pale to the extreme, and he gradually grew weak, sliding down to the ground while holding her.
Yu Youwei was terrified, collapsing onto the ground and tightly embracing Bi Qi's body.
Wangyue, however, held on with great effort and patted her back: "It's okay, Xi Yu is fine..."
Bi Qi's doll-like face bore a hint of masculine composure. He looked gently at Yu Youwei and comforted her softly: "It's alright... It's alright... Xi Yu, don't worry, I'm here..."
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