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Ah Zhu hurriedly ran into Yuchi Xiang's study room. Yuchi Xiang, who was reading a book, knew that something had happened to Yuchi Yao upon seeing her rushing in.

Ah Zhu panted heavily and said, "Master, Miss, Miss ?" He was so flustered that he was at a loss for words.

"Ah Zhu, take your time."

"Miss has a high fever." Ah Zhu said anxiously.

Yuchi Xiang hurried over to Yuchi Yao's room. She was lying on the bed, but her lips were pale. Yuchi Xiang used his hand to probe her forehead and felt a burning sensation. He said anxiously, "Hurry and call the Madam over. Hurry and call the doctor."

The entire Yuchi clan was in a state of chaos due to Yuchi Yao's illness. The usually carefree Yuchi Yao had never been sick, so who wouldn't be worried when she suddenly developed a fever and refused to retreat?

This disease naturally came from the heart.

It was late autumn, and Chang'an was beginning to cool down.

The autumn wind passed through the streets and alleys, winding around the pavilion, blowing through the buildings everywhere, lifting Pu Mingjie's hair.

Pu Mingjie quietly stood on top of the building, looking at Chang'an's stature as he watched the hundreds and thousands of people pass by.

"Young Manor Lord, I have heard about it." A man's voice came out from behind Pu Mingjie.

Park Mingjie slowly turned his head.

That maidservant was known as Ah Zhu. She had grown up in Yuchi Manor with Yuchi Yao since she was young, and she had an elderly mother and a foolish brother who lived not too far away from Chang'an in the village of Peach Tree. The man said in detail.

"I know." "You have to keep a close eye on Ah Zhu. As long as you leave Yuchi Prefecture, come and inform me."

"Yes, Young Manor Lord." The man replied.

"You can leave first." Pu Yishan looked out at the peaceful autumn.

The late autumn night was exceptionally cool, and when the cold wind blew into his clothes, he couldn't help but shiver.

The yard was quiet, except for the occasional breeze.

Cai Cheng hurriedly came out of his study and walked across the courtyard. Just now, the butler informed him that his wife had prepared a midnight snack and told Cai Cheng to go have a midnight snack with his son. Cai Cheng hurriedly put down the book in his hand and left the study, but he didn't see the butler who was following him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves on the trees in the yard rustled. A figure encircled Cai Cheng. Cai Cheng was startled, but he was nowhere to be seen. He hurriedly called for the butler, but no one responded.

When he took a closer look, he suddenly realized that there was a person standing under a tree in front of him. It was very dark at night, and only a little light in the room could not see that person's face.

The person slowly walked towards Cai Cheng, who also slowly retreated. The person quickly rushed towards Cai Cheng, who had no time to dodge the cold blade in the man's hand. The blade slashed across his neck, creating a crisp sound as it sliced through the night air. Cai Cheng crashed to the ground.

In the dark yard, he could vaguely see that the person had a silver-gray mask on his face. He held a pair of sabers tightly in his hands and the night wind lifted up the light clothes on her body.

Hearing footsteps in the room, the person flew up to the roof. Two figures were standing together on the roof. The wind blew their clothes in the night.

"We are always man-eating beasts." A man's voice. His voice was strangely cold in the wind.

"I don't know if he should kill me, but I do." The woman's voice was somewhat desolate, just like the cold autumn wind. It was ice-cold like frost.

The sound of flustered footsteps approached the courtyard.

The two figures standing side by side on the roof were nowhere to be seen.

The butler only knew that something dragged him away while he was following behind the old master, so he couldn't say anything. When that unknown thing let go of him, the butler walked into the garden and saw that Cai Cheng was already lying in a pool of blood.

The autumn wind blew across the courtyard, carrying away the soul of the night.

The sound of grief spread in the wind.