Huo Fuyu lowered his head after just one glance.
Don't look, don't investigate. This person is extremely dangerous.
Zhu Xi Ning Number Two, standing in the crowd, raised an eyebrow. Zhu Xi Ning hadn't noticed it before, but now that she was observing, she realized something was very wrong with Miss Wen.
She carried a very dangerous aura, but this aura was intertwined with Master Wen's, a situation that had never occurred before.
Previously, Zhu Xi Ning had only seen Miss Wen alone, so she hadn't perceived the reaction that only occurred when the two were together.
Zhu Xi Ning hesitated for a moment and didn't contact Nan Yue. Jiang Siyan was standing beside her, so she took his hand.
For a split second, Jiang Siyan instinctively wanted to twist the wrist of the person touching him, but then he realized it was Zhu Xi Ning, trying to convey a message.
Zhu Xi Ning simply wrote a few English letters on Jiang Siyan's palm.
“xx-xy,” followed by a large cross.
Jiang Siyan raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding that the danger would intensify when these two siblings were together.
Jiang Siyan looked at Nan Yue, who stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes clouding over with gloom.
He didn't want the special thorn he had painstakingly discovered to suffer any harm.
He wouldn't block her path, but she didn't need to trouble herself with some of the surrounding mess.
His gaze shifted to the sickly man who had been staring at Nan Yue. This kind of dying worm should have been buried long ago.
As soon as Miss Wen appeared, the man looked at her, a flicker of awe in his eyes.
“The rumors don't do you justice, Miss Wen truly possesses celestial beauty.”
Miss Wen didn't even spare him a glance, but this disrespectful behavior only made the man more excited.
“Young Master Chu, our household has some private matters today, so we might not be able to discuss important affairs.”
Master Wen gave the man a somewhat troubled smile. “Perhaps today you could…”
Young Master Chu offered a feigned smile. “It's fine, a place this large surely has a guest room.
Since I've finally come, I'd still like to spend more time with Miss Wen.”
Wen Chu had no choice but to ask Butler Zhao to arrange for someone to take Young Master Chu to rest.
After Young Master Chu left, Wen Chu's expression completely darkened. He glared fiercely at the hundreds of people below.
“This afternoon, something went missing from the castle.”
“I never expected that feeding and housing you all would lead to moles.”
“I advise whoever took it to return it as soon as possible, otherwise…”
Wen Chu's face twisted into a distorted smile. “You will regret your unclean hands.”
The crowd below remained silent, not a sound was made. No one whispered, nor did anyone try to find out what had been lost.
“Butler Zhao, keep everyone who went to the East Castle this afternoon.”
Butler Zhao took out the roster. Nan Yue and Huo Fuyu were, of course, kept behind. Gu Xiang Kai from the security group also stayed. They surrounded the remaining people, holding collapsible batons capable of shattering stone.
“Question them one by one.”
“Wait.”
Miss Wen suddenly spoke, surprising both Wen Chu and Nan Yue.
“If you call away everyone around me, who will I use?”
Wen Chu's expression flickered between light and shadow as he scrutinized Miss Wen.
To be honest, she was the one he suspected most, but he couldn't completely fall out with her.
He could punish the thief, but he couldn't kill Miss Wen.
Because she was still very useful.
“Then, dear sister, how many people do you need to take care of you?”
Miss Wen didn't spare Wen Chu a glance. She pointed at the five people from before. “You five, come with me.”
Nan Yue followed the others, retreating behind Miss Wen. Miss Wen didn't linger, letting Wen Shen push her into the castle.
Nan Yue walked behind, not missing Wen Chu's venomous glare, which could curdle poison.
The interrogation lasted all night. Many people were dragged out of the interrogation room without ever leaving it, and the scent of blood permeated the castle.
But Wen Chu didn't kill anyone. He seemed to have taken everyone to certain specific rooms.
One of them was the entertainment room on the second floor.
Nan Yue had previously seen the corpse of a dead smoking security guard in the entertainment room and knew there must be something wrong with that place.
What was Wen Chu trying to do by sending these people, who were on the verge of death, there now?
Miss Wen's state also wasn't right; she had been in a very gloomy and irritable mood all night.
She seemed desperate to leave, but was forced to remain in her bedroom.
Huo Fuyu, however, was fine. His puppet threads ability could easily control the interrogation subjects, allowing him to inflict minor injuries on himself and easily pass through.
Jiang Siyan's arrangement for them to clean was a bit abrupt, but he didn't use Nan Yue's real name.
The combination of a regular maid and a regular cleaner didn't attract much attention.
Jiang Siyan also sustained some injuries. If not for avoiding attention, he could have instantly healed these superficial wounds.
As night deepened, Miss Wen's emotional fluctuations seemed to grow stronger. She sent the other few people away and stared gloomily at Nan Yue.
After a moment, she finally asked, “If I am an executioner with blood on my hands, do you still think I have the right to wield power?”
Nan Yue looked at her with some surprise. Living in such an environment, Miss Wen's psychology should have long been twisted.
She should be exactly as she appeared: lacking compassion, finding joy in playing with lives and in bloody violence.
That would be normal, after all, everything she had endured—the filth beneath the facade of flourishing beauty—was not something an ordinary person could bear without going insane.
But Nan Yue truly hadn't expected Miss Wen to still retain her conscience and bottom line.
Even this bottom line had become a source of torment for her.
She was twisted, yet felt guilty because of her twisted nature.
She was hurt, yet blamed herself for hurting others.
In that instant, Nan Yue affirmed that Miss Wen and Wen Xiang Yuan must have something in common. The Wen Xiang Yuan she knew was precisely the kind of person who could maintain her resolve even in desperation.
Her chosen path had never wavered for any reason.
Although Wen Xiang Yuan had never told Nan Yue the truth, or what path she wanted to take, precisely because she was such a person, Nan Yue had never questioned her choices.
She believed that one day, she would see Wen Xiang Yuan's path, and at that time, she would stand behind her, steadfastly supporting her.
“In this world, women are considered the weaker sex.”
Nan Yue gazed almost tenderly at the beautiful woman before her, whose eyes were filled with struggle and distortion.
“The weak always have to pay a greater price to gain even a sliver of space.”
“Your hands are stained with blood, but your heart is not. How can someone who wishes to wield a sword keep their hands clean?”
Nan Yue could tell that Miss Wen loved roses, but what she truly wanted to grasp was not a delicate, fragile flower.
Instead, it was a sharp blade capable of slaying enemies.
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