The Power of Love

Returning to the inn, Su Zimo hurriedly made her way to Su Qi's room.

"Qi'er," Su Zimo rushed to the bedside.

Su Zinin and Situ Ruoyan were taking care of him beside.

"Momo, you're back," Situ Ruoyan said, her phoenix eyes filled with excitement at her daughter's safe return.

"Mother, Momo is fine. How is Qi'er?" Sitting by the bedside, Su Zimo looked at her son's pale and bloodless face, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

Su Li stood aside, feeling extremely uneasy. He had never seen his younger brother so fragile before. His hands involuntarily clenched together, his eyes filled with a hint of suppressed pain.

"Momo, don't worry too much. Qi'er is just sleeping. He has taken the medicine, but the wound is quite deep, so he can't move for now. Let's rest here for a few more days until Qi'er's wound heals a bit, then we can leave," Su Zinin said, getting up.

"A few more days won't matter. Qi'er's safety is the most important," Situ Ruoyan looked at Su Qi on the bed, the child who was just lively and energetic a moment ago, and wondered how things took a turn so quickly.

"Sister, Mother, you should rest downstairs! Momo and I will take care of Qi'er!" Su Zimo wiped away the tears from her cheek, her voice choked with emotion. On her exquisite face, there was a hint of sorrow between her eyebrows, making people feel heartbroken.

Situ Ruoyan nodded, allowing Su Zinin and her to leave together.

"Li'er, you should rest too!"

"But Mother, your wound...!"

"Li'er, you go rest. Father will dress my wound for me."

At that moment, Mu Yunxuan walked in with bandages and cotton to dress the wound.

Su Li nodded and left the room.

"Just let Qinglian do it. You're a grown man, can you dress a wound?"

"Do you not trust me?" Mu Yunxuan looked at her, his handsome face adorned with a faint smile. That tenderness and hint of laughter made him even more enchanting. If there were a group of women here, who knows how many hearts he would capture.

Su Zimo's lips twitched. How could she be daydreaming at a time like this? Is it because the object of her affections is Mu Yunxuan?

"Hiss..." Mu Yunxuan pulled down Su Zimo's sleeve, revealing a somewhat dark wound that was oozing blood, staining her entire arm, a sight that was shocking to behold.

A flash of anger passed through Mu Yunxuan's eyes, followed by a face full of heartache. Once again, he had caused her harm.

Mu Yunxuan gently wiped away the blood with a cotton cloth. Although Su Zimo had taken a healing pill, the area around the wound was still swollen.

The wound hurt, but Su Zimo could only endure it and let Mu Yunxuan tend to it. This little bit of pain couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.

Seeing Su Zimo's pained expression, Mu Yunxuan's eyes darkened, and his touch became even more gentle.

"Hehe!" Su Zimo looked at him with a tender smile, unable to help herself.

Mu Yunxuan raised his gaze and looked at her. "You can still smile despite the pain?"

Mu Yunxuan's face was filled with tenderness, still blaming himself, still heartbroken.

"With you taking care of me so carefully and tenderly, I don't feel the pain even if it hurts."

Su Zimo jokingly said, a hint of laughter in her gentle eyes.

Mu Yunxuan silently smiled, reaching out to pinch her smooth and tender cheek, then refocused his attention on her wound.

After bandaging Su Zimo's wound, the two of them sat by Su Qi's bedside.

Su Zimo turned her head and looked at Mu Yunxuan affectionately. Love didn't need constant attention; it only required mutual understanding and care, and it could reach everlasting beauty.

Mu Yunxuan gave a soft smile. "What are you looking at, Momo?"

Looking at his tender smile, the softest part of her heart was touched, and her racing heartbeat took a long time to calm down.

"It's wonderful to have you by my side!" Su Zimo sighed.

Upon hearing that, Mu Yunxuan's smile grew even brighter. This feeling, as if love had merged into life, filled his chest to the brim. Mu Yunxuan thought, is this the power of love?

"Momo, lie down on the bed and sleep with Qi'er. His wound is not serious and shows no signs of worsening. After a good night's sleep, Qi'er will be up and about, as lively as ever."

"Yes! I feel at ease with you by my side."

Su Zimo obediently lay down on the bed, snuggling up next to Su Qi.

Perhaps sensing the warmth of his mother, Su Qi shifted his body and nestled in Su Zimo's arms.

Su Zimo smiled and closed her eyes.

Before long, the bed was filled with the sound of even breathing.

Mu Yunxuan silently smiled, a halo of happiness enveloping his handsome face.

"Knock, knock!" A knock came from outside the door, and Mu Yunxuan furrowed his brows, setting up a barrier around the bed before going out.

"Lord," Qingfeng and Jinghuai stood outside the door, respectfully addressing him.

A flicker of doubt flashed in Mu Yunxuan's eyes. "Let's talk in the room," he said, turning around and leading Qingfeng and Jinghuai into another room.

"Lord, the second young master found this ancient book in the secret room of the Mu family. The second young master believes it might be useful to the Lord, so he sent Jinghuai here day and night to deliver it to the Lord."

Jinghuai handed Mu Yunxuan a book covered in vermilion paper.

Mu Yunxuan took it and saw that the book had no title. Opening the first page, it was still vermilion paper, with a somewhat rigid texture.

Mu Yunxuan began reading from the first page, and the first few pages recorded a man named Mu Langyu.

Mu Langyu? Mu Yunxuan pondered for a moment. Mu Langyu should be their ancestor, but which one specifically, he would have to ask his father when he returned to Yuncheng. But why would his name appear in this book?

The first page was just a brief retelling, so Mu Yunxuan flipped to the second page.

In the third month of Jingnian, while Mu Langyu was returning from the Yujiang region outside the border, he saved a woman named Geng Leyu on the way back.

Geng Leyu... There must be a connection between Geng Leyu and Geng Sangyao.

When Mu Yunxuan turned to the third page, suddenly there were no words.

Mu Yunxuan frowned. What use could this simple retelling have?

"The second young master concluded that there must be a secret on the blank vermilion paper. He said for the Lord to put more effort into making the words on the vermilion paper appear, and he also found out that Xiyue is related to the Witch Clan?"

Xiyue?

Mu Yunxuan raised his gaze sharply. "Tell Yunhan to thoroughly clean up the people in Yuncheng. Last time, Yuanyangyu was tampered with, but this time they failed. They will come up with another plan. Once they discover anyone related to the Witch Clan, eliminate them without mercy. As for Xiyue, keep a close eye on her. I'll make the final decision after I return."

"Yes, Lord. Jinghuai will convey this to the second young master."

"Since you're here, there's no need to go back for now. Going to the Li Xia Kingdom will only take about a month. With Qi'er and the Madam injured, Qingfeng, you protect them in secret, while Jinghuai and I go out."

Qingfeng knew where they were going...? He nodded silently and quietly stood guard outside Su Zimo's room.

When Qingfeng came out, he happened to encounter Qinglian. A glimmer of light flashed in Qingfeng's calm eyes.

"Qinglian, you should go to sleep! I will protect the Madam and them."

"No need. I just woke up, and the Madam and the second young master are injured. I can't rest assured."

Qinglian refused Qingfeng without hesitation.

Qingfeng nodded, keeping a slight distance between them, making both of them feel uncomfortable, not knowing where to look.

On the bustling night streets of Weiku City, candlelight flickered, bright and radiant. Even with the continuous deaths and disappearances in the past few days, the city remained extraordinarily lively, with a constant stream of people seeking pleasure and entertainment.

Yihong Ge, the largest brothel in Weiku City, was still bustling even at this late hour. Laughter and flirtatious voices filled the entire Yihong Ge.

In a luxurious room on the third floor...

Mu Yunxuan half reclined on a soft couch, lightly tapping his eyes and resting.

Creak! The door was pushed open, and a woman dressed in a pink dress glided in, slowly approaching Mu Yunxuan.

"Yunxi greets the Lord."

The man, who had previously closed his cold eyes, suddenly opened them. His bewitching blue eyes were half-opened, displaying an icy, bottomless gaze.

With his slender figure, he sat up slowly, but his pair of azure eyes remained cold and ruthless.

Yunxi felt the pressure and didn't dare to raise her eyes to meet Mu Yunxuan's gaze.

Mu Yunxuan coldly stared at Yunxi for a moment, his profound eyes bursting with icy flames. Like an aloof emperor, a rare trace of fissure appeared in his demeanor.

"You have quite the audacity. What about the recent events in Weiku City? Why didn't you report them?"

Mu Yunxuan clenched his teeth. Under normal circumstances, he would have slapped them and turned them to ashes.

But now, he had learned to endure, to give people a chance.

Upon hearing this, a trace of fear appeared on Yunxi's beautiful face, and she quickly knelt on the ground. "Lord, I have truthfully reported everything to the guards about the recent events in Weiku City. But I don't know why... the reassurances are all gone."

"So, even when I arrive in Weiku City, you don't plan to report it again, is that right?"

His voice was cold and merciless, filled with anger.

Under immense pressure, Yunxi didn't dare to lift her head.

"I plead for your punishment, Lord. It is my incompetence in handling matters."

"Hmph! Incompetence is an understatement. What has been happening in Weiku City these past few nights? You should know it very well. I don't need to spell it out, do I!"

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