Lu Tong reined in her thoughts, "It’s already midnight, Marshal, you’re still wandering around. Haven’t you heard of the principle of cultivating tranquility and calming the spirit?" She reminded, "Staying up late can kill you."
Pei Yunng chuckled, seemingly unconcerned, "If death cos, so be it. Everyone dies sooner or later."
Lu Tong: "..."
Seeing her silent, he laughed instead, but his tone beca more serious, "Are you going to the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion?"
"Yes."
"Why are you going to the Qi Family?" Pei Yunng paused before continuing, "I thought you wanted to use Cui Min’s hand to kill Qi Yutai."
A problematic prescription, given to the villain who plagiarized it, could indeed kill two birds with one stone.
Lu Tong looked down, "Dying without awareness would be letting him off too easily."
Pei Yunng’s brows and eyes moved slightly, "Are you entering the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion to poison him?"
"No," Lu Tong said, "I will cure him."
In the dim light of the lamp, her voice was calm.
"A madman not subjected to punishnt, only the conscious ones are convicted. He should at least be lucid before he dies."
Pei Yunng frowned slightly.
The woman sat at the table, her gaze fixed on the dical box in front of her, her black hair and white dress like a softly inked watercolor painting.
As if she could dissipate like smoke at any mont.
After a mont of silence, he reminded her in a low voice, "Qi Qing is no fool. Since yesterday, he has sent people to Su Nan to investigate your background."
Lu Tong looked up.
"I’ve had it taken care of. But even if they find nothing, Qi Qing already suspects you. He has had the Lu Family of Changwu County investigated before."
"Qi Qing is very sharp."
The room fell silent for a mont.
Lu Tong smiled instead.
"I know."
She said, "When he visited Benevolent Heart dical Hall before, he tested once. Even if he goes to Su Nan, he won’t find out anything. At most, he’ll prove that what I said is true."
"Qi Qing knows I have a hidden agenda, but he can’t do anything about it because only I can save Qi Yutai. In his eyes, I am a lowly commoner who fancies themselves smart enough to strike a deal with the nobility, over-confident and audacious. He underestimates , which gives an opportunity."
Pei Yun looked at her, "Once inside the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion, what do you plan to do?"
"Assault the strong with strength, separate the close with companionship, disperse the crowd with numbers. I have my ways."
"But it’s too dangerous for you alone."
"Marshal," Lu Tong said, "in this world, so parents kill and set fires for their children, and so children avenge their parents. It’s fair."
"Revenge has always been dangerous."
"This ti is different." Pei Yunng looked at her, his eyes smiling, but his tone beca unusually solemn, "Going to the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion alone puts you in danger. He could strike at you at any ti, and if sothing happens to you, no one nearby will be able to save you."
"I’ve had soone infiltrate the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion, to back you up." He said.
At these words, Lu Tong was montarily taken aback.
By so strange impulse, she recalled what Yin Zheng had said just before.
"I’ve read in stories that princes and generals always have so extrely capable guards. Let him lend you one."
Could it be that those absurd-sounding stories were true?
Pei Yunng actually had extrely capable guards?
While she was pondering this, the person in front of her waved his hand in front of her eyes, and only then did she co back to her senses.
"No need." She steadied herself and said, "I can handle it myself."
Pei Yun watched her for a while, then suddenly spoke, "Have you forgotten sothing?"
"What?"
"You are my creditor, and can command at any ti."
He looked up at Lu Tong, "Just say the word, and I will do it."
Lu Tong paused for a mont.
The lamp on the table illuminated his face, the young man’s eyes were pitch-black, like the heavy night outside the windows of Shengjing, silently fixed on her.
His earnest tone, his gentle gaze.
It was as if, no matter how absurd a request she made at this mont, he would agree without hesitation.
In the lamplight on the table, the flickering fla shook slightly, and so did Lu Tong’s heart.
A sweet fragrance drifted in with the wind, the scent of jasmine flower cakes.
She suddenly lowered her gaze, tightened her grip on the dical box strap, and when she raised her head again, she had adopted an unruffled deanor.
"A life-saving debt is precious, and favors should be used where they matter most. In the future, I have sothing more important to ask for your help, Marshal. When the ti cos, I won’t be polite with you."
Pei Yun’s gaze flickered, "What is it?"
"I can’t tell you now. When the ti cos, you will know, Marshal."
He gave Lu Tong a look, "So secretive." Still uneasy, he asked again, "Is your plan to deal with the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion reliable? Are you sure you don’t need help?"
Lu Tong shook her head.
"Marshal, have you heard the saying, ’Don’t talk about the fire as being so hot to the touch, soon enough the fire dies and the ashes will be cold.’"
She smiled, "To the extre must there be a reversal, evil will destroy itself. So people, it’s ti for them to be destroyed."
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