Chapter 193 Entering the Tiger’s Den

The three of them hurried back to the back garden, and Zimo couldn't hide it anymore.

　　The Zhai was already in chaos. The disciples of Bai He Zhai were walking in and out carrying buckets filled with water, all of them looking anxious.

　　Ye Anyian casually grabbed a disciple and asked, "Is there a fire in the studio?"

　　The disciple was young and was holding a wooden basin in his hand. He was suddenly pulled by Ye Annian and sniffed, with a cry in his voice.

　　"Young Master, our house has been surrounded by people, and the mountain has been set on fire. You should go into the house quickly. There is chaos outside, so don't hurt you."

　　With such a big incident happening in Zhai, how could Ye Anyian be willing to return.

　　He sent Ah Li back to the first house and told her to go back to her room and stop running around. He turned around and grabbed Zi Mo to ask.

　　"Tell me, what happened in the Zhai? Where is the owner of your Zhai?"

　　Zimo didn't expect that the Zhai would be in such chaos, but seeing that he couldn't keep it secret, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

　　"Yes... Wei Zhihuai led people to set fire to the mountain. The owner of the restaurant and Sister Ziyu should be in front... to fight."

　　The boy's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible to say the last two words.

　　Ye Anyian's mind went blank. He felt that his heart that had been hanging on him finally died.

　　Xie Xiaogong disappeared, Wei Zhihuai set fire to attack the mountain, and besieged Baihezhai. All these incidents blocked his hope.

　　Zi Mo suddenly took him and Ah Li to the back mountain, thinking that something would have happened in the Zhai by then.

　　He didn't dare to ask Jiang Zhu how he was doing now. He only stood there for a moment, then went directly onto the curved bridge and ran to the front yard.

　　"Young Master!"

　　Zi Mo chased after him in panic: "You can't go! It's dangerous ahead!"

　　Ye Annian ignored him and went straight to the front yard.

　　The study no longer has the sound of reading in the past. There are disciples running around with buckets in the spacious courtyard, and there are faint sounds of fighting in front.

　　Ye Anyian's heart tightened, but he quickened his pace.

　　Zi Mo chased after him, wanting to stop him, but he didn't dare to take action, hesitating and at a loss.

　　Just as he was about to cross the courtyard and get closer to the sound of fighting, a red figure suddenly blocked his way.

　　Ye Anian paused slightly when he saw Ziyu stopping in front of him.

　　"It's dangerous ahead. Young Master, please come back."

　　Her face still had a cold expression, but it was stained with blood, and the clothes on her body were torn and oozing with blood, making her clothes more bright and dazzling.

　　"Is he in front?"

　　Ye Anyian looked at Ziyu steadily, his eyes falling on the bloody sword in her hand.

　　Hearing his question, Ziyu's hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking. When she spoke again, her voice was surprisingly calm.

　　"The master is fine. He is resting in Qiyun Pavilion."

　　Ye Anyian nodded, turned around and left.

　　Ziyu's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "It is not appropriate for the master to be disturbed while he is recuperating. Please be considerate, young gentleman."

　　Ye Anyian's footsteps paused briefly and did not answer.

　　Returning to the back garden, he stood outside Qiyun Pavilion for a while despite Zi Mo's frightened gaze.

　　The small courtyard is quiet. The herbs grown by Xie Xiaogong are growing well. The medicinal fields are lush and green. Under the sunlight, the bright green leaves glow with a faint golden light.

He looked quietly at the three-story attic, not knowing what he was looking at. He could not hear the movement inside, nor could he see the people inside.

　　Perhaps, he wanted to go in, but didn't dare.

　　Finally, I returned to Yishe.

　　He took out an indigo gown from the closet in his bedroom and put it on.

　　The clothes were a little loose for him and had a faint herbal scent.

　　He straightened his clothes and walked away.

　　Zi Mo stood at the door, staring at him intently, as if afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

　　Ye Anyian raised a faint smile towards him: "Why are you staring at me like that?"

　　"No, no... the young man touched his nose uncomfortably.

　　"If it's okay, go and help me boil the medicine I'm going to drink today."

　　Ye Anyian's voice was calm: "Today is a special situation. I'm afraid you are the only one free at the moment."

　　Zi Mo was stunned for a moment, obviously shocked by his words.

　　He originally thought that Ye Anyian would definitely break into Qiyun Pavilion, and just now he was ready to knock him out and carry him away.

　　But looking at Ye Anyian now, he was so calm that he was a little scared.

　　"Then, can you just stay by yourself?"

　　Ye Anyian chuckled because of his words: "I'm such an old man, what's wrong with staying by myself for a while?"

　　"Then, I'll go right now!" Zimo came back to his senses and scratched his head in embarrassment.

　　While running out, he kept looking back: "Shaojun, just wait for me here, don't run around!"

　　"Yeah." Ye Anyian agreed.

　　When Zi Mo's figure disappeared, he immediately let go of his strength and clutched his chest tightly.

　　There, the pain became stronger and stronger, so that his face turned pale and he held the edge of the table with both hands to prevent him from falling.

　　Even though he didn't see Jiang Zhu, he knew that his situation would definitely not be good.

　　Even Ziyu was injured. How could Jiang Zhu's tattered body, which had been poisoned into his lungs, get better?

　　Ye Anian held the table to relax for a while, then stood up straight.

　　Afraid of Zimo's sudden return, he didn't dare to delay. He went to find a medium-sized wooden box on the book shelf in the study, wrapped it tightly in cloth, and carried it in his hand.

　　Then, quickly go downstairs.

　　Zi Mo was not here, so he must have gone to make medicine for him.

　　He stepped lightly and left quietly.

　　The journey went smoothly. The disciples of Baihezhai were all in a hurry to put out the fire, and no one paid much attention to him.

　　Passing through the courtyard in front of the study, the sound of swords clashing rang in his ears.

The shattered monument, the ancient pine tree that was chopped at the waist, the blood on the ground, and the scattered corpses all hit his eyes.

　　He didn't see Wei Zhihuai, but Liu Zhuo in a green shirt was standing there, with dozens of armored guards in front of him.

　　A woman dressed in black and holding a bone whip stood at the front, trying to rush into the study with her guards.

　　Ziyu brought more than a dozen Baihezhai disciples and blocked the door. The two sides were in a stalemate.

　　At this moment, Liu Zhuo had also seen him.

　　He immediately showed a proud smile: "I knew you would come."

　　"I got what you asked for." Ye Anyian picked up the box wrapped in cloth and shook it.

　　"Young Master!"

　　Ziyu chuckled, with a faint anxious look on her face.

　　Ye Annian glanced at her, then looked back indifferently.

　　"I'm sorry." He said coldly, "I lied to you before."

　　"But now, Jiang Zhu's life is in danger, and I must hand over the things to them."

　　Liu Zhuo crossed his arms and looked at him, and sneered: "Are you lying to a fool? The last time I met the prince, you clearly said that the thing was on old ghost Xie."

　　"Then how do you know I wasn't lying to you last time?"

　　"you...!"

　　Liu Zhuo was worried.

　　Ye Annian raised his lips: "Or maybe I'm lying to you now too."

　　"But so what? Do you dare to bet?"

　　"I can also let them go in and turn Baihe Zhai upside down!"

　　Liu Zhuo Nu: "You will always find it!"

　　"Then I wish you good luck."

　　Liu Zhuo was trembling with anger, and after a moment, his clenched fists suddenly unclenched.

　　Ye Anian was right, he didn't dare to gamble.

　　Wei Zhihuai was seriously injured and became very angry. He pulled him here and stared at him.

　　If he searched Bai Hezhai and couldn't find the box, he might have to move his head.

　　He stared at Ye Anyian for a long time, then suddenly said: "Take it away!"

　　The woman heard the sound and stepped forward with her whip, but was stopped by Ziyu.

　　"I can go with you." Ye Annian looked at Liu Zhuo, "But you have to make them withdraw from Baiyun Mountain."

　　"Everyone you brought with you will evacuate Baiyun Mountain."

　　"Young Master, no!"

　　Ziyu spoke urgently.

　　Now that the owner is unconscious, what will she do if Shaojun leaves with them again?

　　She had promised Xie Xiao that Guild would take good care of both of them!

　　Ye Annian looked at Ziyu and saw her eyes were red, and said softly: "I know what's going on."

　　"But please don't tell him yet."

　　"Okay, I agree." Liu Zhuo suddenly interrupted the two of them.

　　He said to the woman holding the bone whip: "Ye Ji, you go first."

　　The woman in black didn't move.

　　"His Highness's order is to attack Baihezhai and leave no one alive except Jiang Shengwan and Ye Anyian."

"If the prince were here, he would say the same thing!" Liu Zhuo gritted his teeth.

　　"Then wait until he says it himself." Ye Ji was unmoved.

　　"It seems that your orders don't work very well." Ye Anyian smiled, "Liu Zhuo, can you keep your word? Suddenly I can't believe you."

　　"Shut up!" Liu Zhuo's face suddenly darkened.

　　He suppressed his anger and ordered a guard to go down the mountain to deliver the message.

　　Not long after, the guard returned with Wei Zhihuai's personal seal.

　　Ye Ji read it, threw the letter at Liu Zhuo's feet, and left.

　　Liu Zhuo picked up the letter with a dark face and ordered the guards to retreat.

　　Ye Anian pursed his lips, passed through the Baihezhai disciples, and followed Liu Zhuo.

　　Some Baihezhai disciples wanted to stop him, but they were all stopped by Ziyu.

　　Not long after, the entrance of Bai He Zhai was empty except for her and a dozen of Bai He Zhai's disciples.

　　Ziyu glanced at the corpses on the ground and said to the disciples beside her: "Carry all our people in. Save those who can be saved and bury those who cannot. Throw the rest into the mountain stream."

　　When Zi Mo came to find them, the corpses at the door had almost been disposed of.

　　Ziyu stood alone under the split ancient pine tree, looking at the broken stone tablet in trance.

　　"Sister Ziyu!"

　　"Sister Ziyu! Young Master is missing!"

　　The young man looked panicked, his face was red as he ran, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

　　Ziyu was brought back from her thoughts by him. She casually pulled off a piece of cloth from her torn clothes and carefully wiped the blood on her sword.

　　"Stop shouting." She said quietly.

　　"But, but..." Zimo stopped in front of her, holding his knees to breathe, "Shaojun is missing!"

　　"It's not missing." Ziyu said without raising her head, "Young Master followed Wei Zhihuai's people."

　　"What?!"

　　Zimo's eyes widened in shock.

　　Ziyu looked calm, wiped the sword clean, and returned it to its sheath.

　　He raised his hand and patted Zi Mo on the shoulder, and warned: "If the owner of the restaurant wakes up, remember, don't tell him."

　　After she finished speaking, she passed Zimo and entered Baihezhai without looking back.

　　Zi Mo just stood there blankly, muttering: "Leave, with Wei Zhihuai's people?"

　　"Why?"

　　"Then... what should the owner do?"