Zheng Nianru also furrowed his brow. If the youth’s magical abilities appeared sowhat mysterious last ti, then the scene laid out before Zheng Nianru now was imnsely more terrifying. A still, unmoving youth was eerily more frightening than any action-packed, bloody spectacle.
The next mont, the youth suddenly released his grasp, and Nanny Jin collapsed like a pile of cotton, soft and limp on the ground, without making a single sound from beginning to end.
Talented Lady Jing watched Nanny Jin collapse in horror, a mix of helplessness, fear, and confusion converging upon her forehead for the first ti, overwhelming her to the brink of collapsing next to Nanny Jin.
"Talented Lady, Talented Lady—" the accompanying female servant supported Talented Lady Jing, while others panicked, trying to help Nanny Jin up, yet fearful of the eunuch beside Zheng Nianru making another move.
Talented Lady Lin trembled from head to toe, leaning all her weight on the female servant beside her. The two were like leaves quivering in the wind; even propped up together, they looked like they might fall at any mont.
Zheng Nianru turned around, and, as Xing Yu helped Nian Xia to stand, they quickly followed him. Fu Dong had been by Zheng Nianru’s side from the beginning to the end, and Master Yin He, holding three clumps of flower petals, imdiately caught up.
"Thud—" Talented Lady Lin still fainted, taking down her own female servant with her in a large sweep.
"Master Yin He, how did you do that just now?" Xing Yu asked curiously, her chubby little hands attempting to help Master Yin He hold the flower petals.
"Thank you, big sister," Master Yin He said, flattered and quickly responding, "I’ll teach you, it’s not too difficult."
"Really?" Xing Yu’s eyes lit up, then dimd again. The Commandery Princess did not agree to let Master Yin He stay, and Xing Yu figured that it might be quite nice if Master Yin He never regained his mory.
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"Master Ling Yi, please wait a mont; Master Yin He will be here shortly," Zheng Haoyuan ushered the guest into Chenhe Hall. Master Ling Yi, in a snow-white robe, had an otherworldly deanor. Simply standing there, Zheng Haoyuan didn’t dare to look his way.
A look seed to reveal the ugliest, most base thoughts in the depths of his heart. It was his selfish desire to use healing as a pretext to have Master Ling Yi take Master Yin He away.
"Mage, I hope you won’t ntion Master Yin He to my mother," Zheng Haoyuan said uneasily. If Mother Consort knew that Master Yin He was with his cousin, then his cousin would be in danger.
"Fourth Prince, there’s no need to worry. Master Yin He has a deep connection with Qiandao Temple. My master certainly won’t bla for presumptively taking Master Yin He back," Master Ling Yi said. His fair, nearly white skin blended with his robe, while his black hair, dark as ink and standing tall, seed as if a re wave of his hand could alleviate the world’s suffering and bring peace to the common folk.
As Zheng Nianru ca in with others, Zheng Haoyuan knew his cousin had a poor impression of the beloved Master Ling Yi and personally stepped forward to greet him.
"Commandery Princess," Master Ling Yi spoke upon entering, his voice spreading tranquility, resembling a gentle, warm spring breeze, lacking the displeasure of previous encounters.
"Master Ling Yi, thank you for your efforts," Zheng Haoyuan said, pulling Master Yin He towards Master Ling Yi, not leading Zheng Nianru in. Master Yin He, reluctant, turned his head towards Zheng Nianru. The fear of once again being abandoned gnawed at him stubbornly when faced with the woman before him.
"Master Yin He, this is Master Ling Yi. He might be able to restore your mory. The Fourth Prince has personally sought him out to treat you," Zheng Nianru interjected, thinking of how Master Yin He had co to their rescue just then and deed it worth speaking up for him.
"Master Ling Yi, I and my cousin won’t disturb you," Zheng Haoyuan imdiately said, evidently not intending to co in.
Master Ling Yi nodded; his attention was focused on the Master Yin He before him. From the beginning, Master Ling Yi knew of this special mage’s existence. Perhaps more accurately, Master Yin He couldn’t be called a mage; his unique magical skills were distinct from those practiced at Qiandao Temple. His master had repeatedly attempted to have Master Yin He co to Qiandao Temple to train, yet the youth had always refused.
Master Ling Yi, having grown up by Master Huo Yi’s side, had seen Master Yin He a few tis but had never had a conversation with him until now.
After Master Yin He disappeared, Master Ling Yi’s first thought was that since the Second Prince had died, Master Yin He naturally had no reason to stay in the Imperial Palace. After his master knew, he rely let out a sigh, showing much regret.
If he could bring Yin He back, his master would certainly be happy to treat him.
Yin He looked at Master Ling Yi in front of him with so wariness, although the man seed harmless.
"Master Yin He, do you rember ?" The Fourth Prince told him that Master Yin He was still inside the Imperial Palace, but he did not believe it. However, if Yin He was injured, it might be possible.
Upon hearing this, Yin He turned to look at Master Ling Yi, then shook his head.
"Then do you rember anything from before?" It was the first ti he saw the youth’s face so clearly. The young man wasn’t in the black clothing he rembered, and most of his face was covered.
Yin He shook his head. The Commandery Princess said he was sick, he must be sick; otherwise, why couldn’t he rember anything except for what happened after he woke up at Qishun Building.
Master Ling Yi stepped forward. Based on the aura the youth radiated, he couldn’t conclude anything. The youth’s aura was steady, almost impossible to detect anything. Master Ling Yi reached out and grasped Yin He’s wrist, and the youth didn’t refuse, albeit surprised.
Zheng Nianru and Zheng Haoyuan curiously watched from a distance, and it was a while before Master Ling Yi finally released Yin He’s wrist.
"Master Yin He, your mory is damaged, and I cannot discern anything. However, Qiandao Temple is not far from Zheng Capital; you may co with to visit the temple. Perhaps my master could treat you," Master Ling Yi said, his faint breath quite mysterious, as if harboring a vast energy different from any force he knew.
Perhaps his master would know.
"I won’t go," Yin He imdiately responded.
Zheng Haoyuan beca a bit anxious, "How can you not go?"
Zheng Nianru was sowhat perplexed, "Why not go? Not everyone has the opportunity to visit Qiandao Temple."
"Cousin sister, you can’t let him stay by your side, it’s not safe," Zheng Haoyuan spoke again, sowhat urgently, "How could he not leave? This guy is very strange, not a good person."
Zheng Nianru raised an eyebrow, "You think you can handle him?"
In an instant, Zheng Haoyuan understood Zheng Nianru’s aning; if the guy did harm covertly, it would be even worse.
"Since you do not wish to go, it does not matter; you may stay in the palace temporarily. Next month is the Empress Dowager’s birthday, and my master will personally co to the Imperial Palace. Then, it won’t be too late to treat you," Master Ling Yi did not insist.
Master Yin He looked at Zheng Nianru. He really didn’t want to go, but he was also afraid Zheng Nianru wouldn’t let him stay.
Zheng Nianru nodded upon hearing this, glanced at Zheng Haoyuan, and said, "See, it’s just a matter of one month. Master Huo Yi will co personally, and naturally, he can take the person away."
Yin He nodded happily.
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