After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Wen Chu also understood the implication of Song Yusheng's words. The timing couldn't be better.

Since he asked, Wen Chu finally stopped hiding it. She said, "Young Master has a noble character. I trust you more than anything else. If not, I would never dare to take you in for so long. Now that you have said it, I will no longer hide it from you."

"My grandfather traveled around the country in his early years. He once lived in Jiangnan for a while. He told me that the Jiangnan area has beautiful scenery, outstanding people and a great environment. I have been longing for the south since then. In the future, I naturally want to move to the south to live."

This is not false. Wen Chu doesn't like Kyoto. Even though this place is nearby, she doesn't like it. If possible, she wants to move far away, such as moving to the south.

Even though Wen Chu wanted money, he said it very tactfully. But he was afraid that he was not clear enough and too implicit, and he would not understand the implication, so he continued to add, "When grandpa died, he said that he would rather be burned into ashes and not buried, and the money saved for the coffin would be given to me to go to the south of the Yangtze River. However, Taoists have always emphasized that the dead should rest in peace. How can I let grandpa rest in peace for my own selfish desires? So later, when I had no money, I had to give up."

This was not something Wen Chu made up. When his father was dying, he insisted that Wen Chu burn him to ashes after his death. Wen Chu was a girl, how could she survive in such a world without money? Not to mention going to Jiangnan, she could barely afford to eat.

Later, Wen Chu told Old Man Wen that she would rather sell herself than let him rest in peace, and only then did he give up.

Song Yusheng understood. Wen Chu said he wanted to go to Jiangnan but also said he had no money to go. Wasn't this a hint at him?

His expression remained unchanged, but the smile in his eyes faded. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Don't worry, young lady. When I find my tribesmen, I will help you fulfill your wish."

Wen Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. It seemed like it was done.

She was so negotiating, if Song Yusheng still didn't agree, he would be an ungrateful person, and it would be in vain for her to work so hard to support him.

There was a hint of smile between her eyebrows and she said in a sweet voice, "Thank you very much, Mr. Song."

The weather in late spring is the most comfortable. The windows are not closed at night, and the night wind blows into the house from the window, making the hair of the person in front of me fly. She has almond eyes, red lips, and a smile that is even brighter than the spring sunshine.

Wen Chu's voice was as if it had passed by a feather, and Song Yusheng suddenly thought of what Wen Chu had said when she picked him up and brought him home.

"You look great, I'll take you home."

The tips of his fingers holding the chopsticks turned white.

She is greedy for money, but she also says he is handsome. Is she such a liar?

Even though I've known for a long time that her intentions were not pure, it's still a bit disappointing to hear her say it now.

*
Wen Chu did not sleep well tonight. Perhaps it was because the storyteller brought back memories for him in Chengxiang Tower today. Wen Chu actually dreamed of the events of the past again.

The sound of fighting seemed to echo in my ears, and the blood flashed before my eyes again.

In the palace, her mother, the one who was called a demon by the world, had tears on her face and held her arms tightly with both hands. The mother who she loved the most and treated her best in the past, now spoke in a voice like the whisper of a devil.

"Our Xiaoxi is the bravest and most powerful princess in the world."

She hugged herself tightly, stroking the back of her head and saying, "Good child, we are not afraid. We are not afraid."

In his dream, Wen Chu seemed to be really hugged by Concubine De again, and he even felt that he was almost unable to breathe.

Fragments of memories came one after another, the scenes changed, and she was still hugging her mother, but the next second, her heart was pierced by an iron sword.

There was blood everywhere, and the whole world was stained with blood.

In her dream, she felt as if she were floating on the waves, tossed around with no support. Finally, at this moment, she was hit hard by the waves and buried deep in the sea. Her throat seemed to be strangled and she could hardly breathe.

The memories are ever-changing, and the scenes keep rotating. One moment, she is wearing luxurious clothes, and the next moment, she is being insulted and trampled.
It was quiet and dark late at night. Song Yusheng was always a light sleeper. The two of them lived together in this small house. When Wen Chu started breathing rapidly and crying softly, he had already woken up.

At this moment, Wen Chu was like a drowning man, struggling and clapping his hands constantly, making quite a noise.

Song Yusheng threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and put on his shoes.

The room was dark, without any candles, and I could only use the faint moonlight to grope my way to Wen Chu's bed.

Wen Chu's crying already had a hint of despair, and the more he waved his hands, the more it felt like he was haunted by an evil ghost in a nightmare.

Song Yusheng squatted beside the bed, sighed, and reached out to hold her wrist.

The sigh sounded like pity, but it was not mixed with any other emotion.

Song Yusheng's hands were very strong, and Wen Chu's hands were clamped tightly. Finally, he was freed from the nightmare.

After waking up, she was gasping for breath, her sweaty hair stuck to the sides of her face, and she was completely unaware that her face was covered in tears.

"Mrs. Chu, don't be afraid."

Song Yusheng's voice was very faint, and in the night, it slowly reached his ears, refreshing and pleasant. When these words came out of his mouth, they did not make people imagine anything, but instead made people feel relieved for no reason. People close to him would call Wen Chu like this, such as Father Wen, Aunt Yang, etc. This name was nothing special, and what's more, the two of them also slept in the same room and had been together for more than a month.

His hand was a little cold and was still holding Wen Chu's wrist. Even if Wen Chu wanted to move, he couldn't.

In this situation, Wen Chu could not see anything and could only feel a chill on his wrist.

Wen Chu seemed to have not recovered yet, his eyes were very empty, and he just said "hmm" softly in response to Song Yusheng's words.

"What did Chu Niang dream about that made her so frightened?"

Song Yusheng's way of addressing Wen Chu naturally changed from "girl" to "Mrs. Chu". The difference of one word brought them much closer.

Even though his words were full of concern, in the thick darkness, his eyes showed undisguised inquiry.

Wen Chu hadn't reacted yet. After a long while, she lowered her head and said, "Nothing. I just dreamed about grandpa again. I couldn't help feeling sad when I thought about how he wasn't doing well in the underworld."

Lying again.

From Wen Chu's words, Song Yusheng learned that her grandfather should be an old Taoist priest with a very good character. If she had only dreamed about her grandfather, why would she be so frightened?

But given Wen Chu's current condition, he shouldn't ask too many questions. Besides, she was tight-lipped and never told him the truth. Even at this time, she never let down her guard.
If I ask again, I'm afraid I won't get anything out of it.

Thinking of this, Song Yusheng couldn't help but sneer from his throat. She was so defensive against him, yet today she dared to let that man send her home.

So in the end, he's the only one we have to be wary of.

Wen Chu had no idea what Song Yusheng was thinking, and who knew what his sudden laughter meant. Fortunately, when she was trapped in the dream and couldn't get out of it, Song Yusheng woke her up. Otherwise, even if she experienced the same thing again in her dream, it would be cruel for her.

She said softly, "Thank you for what happened today, sir."

She had bad intentions to begin with, and Song Yusheng's behavior made her feel that it was really shameless for her to repay a favor.

Song Yusheng replied calmly that it was nothing, and the two of them stopped talking.

After that night, Wen Chu simply put the matter behind him and never took it to heart, and continued his life as usual.

Song Yusheng's injuries were almost healed. His face was no longer as pale as before. There was color on his lips and he looked more energetic.
Seeing Song Yusheng getting better and better, Wen Chu also felt that life was becoming more and more hopeful.

She thought that perhaps someone from the Song family would come looking for her soon. After all, they would never give up on such an heir.

The Song family was already a noble family in the previous dynasty. The ancestor of the Song family was a meritorious official who founded the country with the previous emperor. He was honored as a Duke. Until today, he is still able to stand firm and even continue the glory of his ancestors. The late Prime Minister of the Song family is famous in history. He is respectful and secretive. Although Song Yusheng's father, the current Duke, is not as good as the late Prime Minister, fortunately, he has never made any mistakes since he succeeded the Duke.

Even if we don't talk about the fact that Song Yusheng is the legitimate son of the current Duke, even if we look among Song Yusheng's peers, how can we find someone like him?

He can and only he can sit on the throne of the Duke of Dingguo’s mansion’s Crown Prince.

As long as the people of the Song family are not crazy, they will definitely come to find him.

*
Kyoto, inside Chengde Hall of Duke Dingguo's Mansion.

As evening approached, Madam Song sat on the main seat, feeling uneasy. She had a beautiful face, and even though she was already forty years old, perhaps because she took good care of herself, her face showed no signs of being worn out by time, not even a few wrinkles.

At this moment, her brows were furrowed, and she looked indescribably sad.

As it was getting dark, the maids quietly lit the lamps and stepped aside.

At the same time, outside the hall, footsteps were heard under the corridor. Madam Song hurriedly stood up and went to meet them. She nervously clutched her handkerchief and said anxiously, "Any clues?"

Duke Song Lin waved his hands helplessly and sat on the armchair. He said, "What clues are there? Only ten days have passed. How can we find someone so quickly?"

Madam Song felt a little depressed when she heard this. "What's going on? There has been no news from my son for more than a month. Even if he went out to do something, he should have sent a message home. He was so quiet, something must have happened. You should have gone to look for him earlier. If something really happened, how could you find him now?"

Today is already April 20th, and almost two months have passed since Song Yusheng left Kyoto to look for someone.

Duke Dingguo was also a little upset. He only had one legitimate son. If anything happened to him, he would not feel good. Seeing his wife questioning him like this, his voice became a little louder. "Is this my problem? He has always been trustworthy in his work. There has never been such a thing. I didn't worry about it before, who knew that such a thing would happen today. Now his whereabouts are unknown, and I have sent people to look for him. If he is alive, I want to see him. If he is dead, I want to see his body. There will always be an explanation. Besides, he went to help the emperor find the princess. Even if something happened, he would not sit idly by."

Madam Song was even more furious when she heard this. "Your Majesty?! He was the one who caused my son to meet with such an unexpected disaster. He wanted to go look for his daughter with that evil concubine himself, so why didn't he ask the Imperial Guard to go? Why did he let my son go?!"

(End of this chapter)