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Even Jiang Wuyan, who had already expected this, couldn't help but be shocked.

Han Yan said, "Twenty years ago, my Master brought us out of the Sound Pavilion to become a faction of her own. The calamity ten years ago ended with us not leaving a single dog or chicken, and those who stayed in the Sound Pavilion managed to escape the calamity. As long as I don't open my mouth and die, no one will be able to discover the Yu Yin Pavilion from me. I was alone and had nothing to fear, and there was nothing to regret about such a cheap life. If I borrow your hand for revenge, you can let me be your scapegoat too. Is that not okay? "

Jiang Wuyan gritted her teeth, "Yun Mo is innocent."

Han Yan smiled, "Like I said, I can only thank you with my life. As for what you think, I'm not going to ask. I'm just reminding you, if it happens, the whole of Bewitching Butterfly Town will be buried with you. As the son of the Qi King, which side do you think the young prince will stand on? "

Jiang Wuyan was emotionally moved. Although she was still struggling, she did not voice any objections.

Han Yan wasn't in a hurry and just waited for him with a smile on his lips, as if he wasn't worried at all that he would refuse.

After a long while, Jiang Wuyan took a deep breath and nodded slowly, "Alright, I promise you." But I need to tell me everything that will harm Yun Mo in the future. "

Han Yan made a "feel free to speak" gesture and smiled, "I wish a happy cooperation."

Jiang Wuyan's eyes were cold as she said, "I hope I didn't make the wrong choice. I also hope that you're not a foolish partner."

Han Yan said, "I won't."

Jiang Wuyan seemed to want to say more, but she didn't say anything. She flicked her sleeves and quickly left.

Not long after the transaction that had not alarmed anyone, Ran Hao woke up with a troubled look on his face.

"Young Master?" Ran Hao jumped down from the bed and walked to Zhao Qingyan's bedside. He called out to him and saw that he was still sleeping. He pursed his lips and took out a paper bag from his pocket to pour the powder into the incense burner.

Moments after Ran Hao left, Zhao Qingyan moved a little and opened his eyes, looking at the window where Ran Hao left from. He slowly sat up, took up the clothes beside him and draped them over his body. He walked to the incense burner, picked up the incense burner and poured some of the ash onto the table beside him. After the temperature of the ash dissipated, he extended his finger and pinched some of it in front of his nose.

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Ran Hao ran past the city gate tower lightly, and without alerting any of the guards, he went straight to the barren mountain outside the city.

It was the beginning of autumn, but the leaves were already withered and the grass was everywhere.

Ran Hao's boots broke the dry grass that had reached his ankles. Hearing the sound of the grass breaking, Ran Hao's heart ached for no reason, but he didn't know what he had forgotten.

There was no time to waste, Ran Hao could only suppress the discomfort in his heart and quickly move on.

The only thing that could be seen on this nameless mountain was a simple burial mound with a wooden sign on it. Inside the grave was Ran Hao, one of the most important people in the world.

And today was the day of that person's death.

Ran Hao clenched his fists and touched the sweat on his palms with his fingertips. The piercing pain in his heart had been alleviated quite a bit, and his feet were moving a bit faster.

He walked around the trees and found the hidden grave, but there was already a person in front of it. Ran Hao's pupils constricted, his steps became lighter, his arms started to tremble, and the flexible sword hidden in his sleeve slipped into his palm. He slowed down and slowly approached.

There was half a rotten wooden tablet on the ground, and on the grave filled with withered grass was a brand-new wooden tablet with no writing on it. In front of the grave stood a white-clothed youth. His white hair band gently fluttered in the cool night breeze, but his body didn't move at all. What caught his attention was the ordinary looking long sword hanging on his waist.

Ran Hao stopped seven steps away from him, and asked uncertainly: "Young Hall Master?"

The young man in white turned around abruptly, his handsome face showing a little surprise and surprise. His gaze lingered on Ran Hao's face for a while, then fell on the snow-white flexible sword that was half covered by his sleeves, "You are …" "Hao?"

Ran Hao withdrew his sword and kneeled down on one knee: "Ran Hao greets Young Palace Master, Young Palace Master Wan An."

There was a complicated look in Ran Xingchen's eyes as he asked, "Are you still going to call me Young Hall Master?"

Ran Hao lowered his eyes and said: "Hao, I am following Young Palace Master's instructions, if Young Palace Master does not mind, please allow Hao to continue using this form of address."

Ran Xingchen let out a soft sigh, looked behind Ran Hao and asked: "Didn't he come with you?"

Ran Hao said, "I came by myself while the young master was sleeping." When he saw Ran Xingchen signalling for him to stand up, he finally stood up, and his gaze fell on the grave, unable to move away.

Ran Xingchen sighed at him and said softly, "First talk to Second Uncle. It won't be too late to reminisce about the past later."

Ran Hao silently nodded his head. With difficulty, he walked to the front of the wooden board and knelt down, trying to touch the ordinary wooden board, but only touched it with his fingertips, as if he didn't want to hurt the wooden board. He knelt in a daze, and only after a long time did he gently spit out a hoarse call: "Master." He paused for a moment, as if he was afraid that the person sleeping on the ground would not be able to hear him. Then, he raised his voice and said again, "Master, Hao – I've come to see you."

The only reply he got was the rustling of fallen leaves in the night wind.

With difficulty, Ran Hao bent down and pressed his hands against the ground to stabilize his body. His fingers unconsciously tightened as he dug into the ground. The soil was not soft at the moment, but Ran Hao couldn't feel the cold or the slight pain from his fingertips. He bit his lower lip and tried his best to restrain himself from crying.

Ran Xingchen looked at him silently. It was unknown what he was recalling, but his originally calm face was now filled with the pain of missing something.

Even if they had not seen each other for ten years, even if they had only seen each other in the distance, they had never lost interest in Ran Hao.

In Ran Xingchen's memory, Ran Hao was always silent and reserved. He had been through all kinds of hardships and was very wise. Even though his father had always treated him like his own son, he had always been like his master.

Thirty years ago, his father met a impoverished youth here. He could not bear to see him starve and brought him back to the Light Wind Palace. Because this time, Ran Shu had spent more than ten years of his life to help his father. He had used his frail body to bear the tribulations of the Light Wind Palace, and had stood behind his father silently, giving his all until his father died for the Light Wind Palace.

Twenty years ago, Ran Shu Tong saw the infant that was still in its cradle here, and brought him back to the Light Wind Palace to be accepted as a disciple. As his disciple, everyone in the Light Wind Palace treated him as their second young master. However, when he followed Zhao Qingyan out of the Light Wind Palace and met her again after a few years, he was still as humble as before.

The uncontrollable grief didn't last for long, the emotions quickly returned to normal. He whispered something to the grave, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Perhaps it was because of his long tense face and unnatural smile, but the warmth and dependence in his eyes was not the least bit tainted by any impurities.

Ran Xingchen silently took two steps back, and didn't listen to what Ran Hao was saying. It was a form of respect to Ran Hao, and also to prevent him from feeling sad again.

"Master, I really don't understand. I still don't understand. Why aren't you letting us take revenge? "Why do you want us to be tormented by such guilt? As long as Bao Zheng doesn't die, I will never be at peace." Ran Hao mumbled to himself. After finishing his sentence, he did not say anything else, quietly knelt down for a while, and then stood up.

When Ran Xingchen saw him turn around and look at him, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "How was your life at the Qi King Manor?"

Ran Hao seemed to not understand what he meant, after a while he replied: "Very good."

After hesitating for a moment, Ran Xingchen finally voiced out his doubts: "Even coming to see second uncle is hiding it from him. It's not appropriate for him to do this." He pursed his lips and added, "If you find it difficult, you can come back anytime."

Ran Hao said: "This time, too many people were paying attention to this young master's every move. Young Master has revealed your identity on the pleasure boat today, so it's not convenient for you to accompany me here. He pursed his lips. "Young master's mood and health are both not good, so I should be by his side. But I wanted to come and visit Master today, so I put some incense in Young Master's censer and then sneaked over. "

"Fragrance?" Ran Xingchen was surprised, "You sure have a lot of guts." Seemingly worried that Ran Hao would feel guilty because of his words, he quickly asked about something else, "Is it because of the incident with the West Lake Blood?"

Ran Hao was startled for a moment, then nodded his head: "Although Young Master has been enduring and holding it in, but I can tell that he is still scared, and is also losing control of his emotions."

Ran Xingchen seemed to have thought of something, the smile on his face slowly faded away. He then looked at Ran Hao seriously and said, "Hao, do you feel like this is something that someone did on purpose?"

Ran Hao was startled, "What?"

Ran Xingchen didn't answer immediately, but asked: "Is Uncle Jiang with you?"

Ran Hao nodded his head, a light flashing across his eyes, he seemed to have thought of something, but was still confused.

When Ran Xingchen saw that he was also vaguely aware of the problem, he said, "Zhu Yanyu appeared at the end of the month, and second uncle's anniversary and Zhu Yanyu's appearance were less than a month apart. The day that the duke of Trojan Horse chooses his next job is also in the middle of these two events. In addition, the impact of the West Lake Blood case on the young prince … Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence? "

Ran Hao's face slowly turned white, but he did not say anything.

"Half of the Jianghu knows about Uncle Jiang's relationship with the young prince, and when Uncle Jiang leaves the Bewitching Butterfly Town, there should be a lot of people who are aware of the fact that Uncle Jiang is staying in the Qi King Manor. There were at least some people who could find out about Second Uncle's matter. In other words, it's normal for you, Uncle Jiang, and the young prince to be together. This time, the timing for choosing the first card just happens to touch your scars at the same time. Isn't it? "

Ran Hao nodded his head: "It's indeed a coincidence."

Ran Xingchen said in a deep voice, "Don't forget that letter."

"A letter?" Ran Hao wanted to ask about the details, but when he saw that the sky had turned white, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Ran Xingchen knew that he was in a hurry to go back, so he said, "You should go back first. I assume that the letter will be delivered soon." Now that he had said all that needed to be said, he didn't need to ask any more questions. Naturally, the Ran Star Dust wouldn't be a big deal.

However, if he knew that the catastrophe would come in the near future, he would definitely not allow Ran Hao to leave just to save a few breaths of time.

Ran Hao hesitated for a moment, then slightly bowed and said: "Young Palace Master, I will go back first."

Ran Xingchen nodded slightly: "Go."

Ran Hao took a few steps back, then turned around and left. The white robe fluttered in the night sky and disappeared into the forest.

After seeing him leave, Ran Xingchen looked back at the wooden tablet and sighed lightly, "Hao, he can at least come here to see you. But I can't even see my father's corpse. "Second Uncle has left. Hao has left. Father is no longer here …" The corner of his mouth had a bitter smile, but his eyes were calm and firm: "But I will protect the Light Wind Palace well. I will fulfill Second Uncle's unfulfilled wish for you."

The white teeth on the horizon became heavier and heavier. Ran Xingchen bowed deeply towards the grave, then turned around and left. Her back was straight and desolate.