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If the Coarse Cloth Blue Robe is A Qing, then the person by the Moat who informed her that the Young Master was the one who pushed her into the water must have been instigated by Fang Yanting.
But why didn't he tell her directly? Why was he so secretive and unwilling to reveal his true identity?
Could it really be as the Young Master said, that the one who wanted to kill her was Fang Yanting? However, at this moment, Chou'er had no time to ponder these questions, as the Young Master was in a precarious situation, on the verge of being harmed by a sword.
Just as Chou'er let out a terrified scream, a figure dashed out like lightning, the sword in hand instantly sparkling with brilliance as it thrust straight toward A Qing's back.
A Qing sensed the danger behind her and had no choice but to turn around to save herself, thus averting the Young Master's crisis.
The newcomer was none other than the butler. While steadily suppressing A Qing's attack, he shouted loudly, "Disciple, I did not teach you this move for you to do evil!" With that, he pushed off the ground forcefully and leaped high into the air, his sword tracing a beautiful arc before descending with lightning speed toward A Qing.
A Qing's expression turned serious as she silently blocked this downward strike.
Seizing the moment when the butler landed, he took the initiative to attack again, leaping high and swinging his sword downwards.
Now it was the butler who had to block. However, he appeared calm and composed, easily deflecting this move before leaping up again to swing his sword...
The scene of their fight quickly became quite comical: it seemed like master and disciple were locked in a contest, stubbornly using the same move to determine victory. They exchanged blows like two battling frogs, rising and falling. The onlookers couldn't help but silently complain: could they not come up with some fresher techniques?
At that moment, a sudden uproar erupted outside the residence, loud and chaotic, with flickering lights visible in the distance.
Seeing this, the Young Master let out a sigh of relief, a slight smile of triumph appearing on his face as he glanced at Fang Yanting and said, "Brother Fang, the constables have surrounded this place. Perhaps we should move to the county office for a cup of hot tea!"
Fang Yanting's expression shifted rapidly between emotions; he gritted his teeth and replied, " Brother Ling, you trespassed into my Fang Residence with ill intentions. If you truly enter the county office, you may not escape unscathed!"
"Brother Fang is mistaken! I am merely assisting the authorities in investigating the Wushi San case. In recent years, there have been repeated discoveries of people illegally manufacturing banned drugs for profit. The Governor has already issued an order to uncover the mastermind behind this."
The Young Master spoke, his gaze casually sweeping across the Fang Residence. He then shifted the topic, "Your household has few people, yet occupies such a vast area, and is close to Hui Chun Medical Hall. It truly is a perfect place for harboring filth."
The implication was clear to everyone present.
"Ling Xiaosheng, don’t slander me!" Fang Yanting exclaimed, his face flushed with anger as he stepped forward.
"Whether it’s slander or not, she knows," the Young Master said, pointing at Chou'er. "You sent her to infiltrate Ling Mansion, and when she was discovered, you ordered A Qing to silence her. But who would have thought she survived against all odds? She’s the one who revealed everything."
Uh, did she? Chou'er inwardly twitched her lips, realizing that the Young Master was fishing for information. Sure enough, Fang Yanting immediately retorted, "She clearly remembers nothing!"
"No, the one who remembers nothing is you!" To cooperate with the Young Master’s line of questioning, Chou'er pretended to be indignant and stepped forward to accuse him. "You’ve forgotten all the vows you made under the Peach Blossom Tree, which is why you could so ruthlessly push me into this mess!"
In truth, she had only a fleeting glimpse of that memory; everything else still eluded her. Perhaps those memories had faded away with the death of this body’s former owner, Bi Er.
"Y-you really remember?" Fang Yanting asked, both surprised and delighted as he involuntarily took another step closer.
"That’s right..." Before Chou'er could finish her sentence, Fang Yanting suddenly lunged at her. She was so startled that her face paled, and she screamed in terror. At that moment, the Young Master swiftly stepped in front of her without hesitation.
In the instant they faced each other, Fang Yanting's sleeve flipped up to reveal a concealed dagger that plunged fiercely into the Young Master’s body.
"Hmph! My target has always been you; capturing her was just a ruse. Did you really think I would believe she regained her memory? Let me tell you, A Qing had already administered an amnesia powder to her before pushing her into the river. Hahaha!" Fang Yanting laughed maniacally.
"Damn it!" The Young Master gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain and mercilessly kicked him away. He then pressed his hand against his chest and crouched down, the agony evident on his face as his brows knitted tightly together.
Crimson blood gushed from the wound, quickly soaking a large portion of his clothing.
"You, how are you?" Chou'er's hands trembled violently. She was frantic, completely unsure whether to apply pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding or to let him be, terrified that her actions might worsen his injuries.
Seeing this, the butler rushed over. The young master, using the last of his strength, pointed behind him and said, "Don't... don't let him escape!"
"He won't escape. Let's take care of your wounds first." The butler was anxious and quickly pulled out a healing ointment he always carried with him, focusing intently on treating his injury, completely unaware that A Qing was dragging the injured Fang Yanting away in a desperate retreat toward the back garden.
Before long, a fierce fire erupted in the back garden, throwing the Fang Residence into chaos.
The flames painted half the sky red, reflecting on Chou'er's face and eyes.
The young master's wound was deep. As soon as the butler sprinkled the powder on it, the blood surged forth, washing it away; it simply wouldn't stop.
The scene before her involuntarily reminded Chou'er of A Zhi's death, as if both moments were overlapping.
Just a moment ago, A Zhi had been a living person behind her, desperately pleading for her not to break up with him. But in the next instant, he was struck by a speeding car and thrown into a pool of blood.
"You can't die! You can't die!" Tears streamed down Chou'er's face as she clutched the young master's hand tightly, shouting hoarsely, "I love you!"
She truly could not bear the pain of losing him again; she didn't want him to die. She didn't want to be separated from him once more!
"Don't worry; I have no desire to traverse to a place without you." The young master weakly raised his hand and gently brushed her face, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
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