When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

In a valley in southern Xinjiang.

This is a large wild mountain valley with few people. Because of the miasma, it was abandoned by the people in southern Xinjiang.

Originally, this place was vast and sparsely populated. Because the miasma was poisonous, inhaling too much of it would make people dizzy, and then cause vomiting and diarrhea, and in severe cases it could even be fatal.

Later, the story became more and more bizarre, and gradually, fewer people were willing to come to this place.

This is exactly what some people want.

They hide in the valley all year round, and it seems that this place has become their paradise.

Even if some people accidentally broke in, they never came back, which further confirmed the rumor that there was miasma and poisonous substances in this place.

This place is considered a restricted area for living people outside!

This place is called the Valley of the Dead.

The people inside treat it as a paradise, and live a peaceful and comfortable life.

However, today is destined to be an extraordinary day, because an outsider has entered the valley!

This kind of thing has happened before. People outside are afraid of this place and sometimes drive criminals to the Valley of the Dead.

The original intention was to make them die a miserable death.

But in fact, those people were sniped and killed by the people in the valley. After all, the secrets here cannot be known to outsiders.

Those sinners were destined to die, but the moment they knew the truth was the moment their lives ended.

But the strange thing is that the person who entered the valley today is still alive.

It was unusual that they were taken to the courtyard that represented supreme power.

Everyone who saw it felt somewhat uneasy, but none of them had the power to approach the yard and could only wander around anxiously in the distance.

The person who was brought into the yard was calm. He had his own support, otherwise he would not dare to step into this [Valley of the Dead].

He was under strict guard and stood in the yard waiting.

After a long time, he was finally brought into a room that did not look like a study.

After all, the study is an important place. How could he, who has not been trusted by the master yet, be invited into the study as soon as he arrived?

A young man sat quietly in a wheelchair, looking at him calmly.

The man who entered the valley with the token of the old patriarch was in his forties, with a pale face, thick eyebrows, and a finger-long beard under his chin.

He was about seven feet tall, not very strong but not thin either. He did not look like a weak scholar.

Yes, even a simple scholar cannot enter his Valley of the Dead.

He was wearing a blue shirt made of fine cloth and a pair of cloth shoes.

Judging from his dress, he looks more like a servant from some family, but his overall temperament is quite good, and he has the air of a hermit.

But it looks a bit out of place with this kind of clothes.

After the young man looked at her, he spoke gently:

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

No question of who he is or why he holds the token?

The middle-aged man standing at the bottom clasped his fists towards the person in the wheelchair.

"Young Master, please allow me to report. I am an aide to the Grand Prince of Kyoto. People in the palace call me Mr. Siyuan. I have been ordered to come and meet you today to pass on some news."

While Mr. Siyuan was speaking, he was also looking at the young master he mentioned. It turned out that his health was worrying.

The young master had a pale face, revealing a bit of sickness, and he was wearing a blue shirt, which made him look more scholarly.

Despite his disabled legs, his gaze was firm and deep.

He gently turned the folding fan in his hand, on which was painted an elegant landscape painting.

The whole room was filled with a faint herbal aroma, and it was obvious that the young man was a person who took medicine all year round.

It was consistent with what he knew.

With such a frail body, I wonder if he is capable of inheriting the great prince's ambitions.

"Mr. Siyuan, you have come a long way, would you like to take a rest first?"

Qi Siyuan looked up unexpectedly, looked directly into the young master's eyes, and said:

"Young Master, aren't you anxious to know what news Kyoto has brought you?"

"Kyoto is more than a thousand miles away from here. You must have spent several months on the road. If that's the case, why would you miss one or two days?"

The young man was unusually calm, and although his voice was soft, there was no hesitation at all.

Qi Si looked at him from afar, putting aside his preconceived first impression. How could such a strong-willed person be weak?

He immediately became more respectful, put away his arrogance, and said politely:

"Young Master, Siyuan is not tired. He wants to talk to you right now. Please agree!"

"Well, since you don't want to rest, then tell me, what do you want to tell me in Kyoto?"

When he talked about Kyoto, it was as if he was talking about someone else's family affairs, without any concern at all.

Qi Siyuan felt vaguely uneasy. This young master had not grown up in the Grand Palace, so he had no idea what his temper was like.

He considered it for a while before speaking cautiously:

"Young Master, something happened to the Great Prince!"

The person in the wheelchair still looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue.

Qi Siyuan: No, I told you that something happened to your father, and you were... not surprised at all?

"The Great Prince was captured by the Emperor and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. He died in prison within a few days! Young Master, the Great Prince died in an unclear manner. You must avenge him!"

He sounded very sad, but the person in the wheelchair just said, "Oh."

Qi Siyuan looked incredulous: No, your father died, and you just said "oh" and that's it?

You shouldn't cry or get angry or even rage.

You just feel so light-hearted【Oh】What the hell is that?

The young master in the wheelchair looked at his changeable expression and chuckled.

"Mr. Siyuan, since you are the aide to the great prince, don't you know that the great prince has never had any expectations of me?

He has never even given me a name since I was born." Not to mention anything else.

Qi Siyuan: This! Isn’t it over?

I placed my hopes on him, but he doesn't seem to have a good relationship with the prince of Kyoto, and there is not much father-son relationship between them? What should I do next?

Qi Siyuan frowned and thought for a moment, then he retorted:

"Young Master, you can't say that. The Great Prince thinks highly of you and that's why he made such an arrangement. What he is going to do is too dangerous.

Therefore, if he wants to protect you, he cannot pay too much attention to you so as not to put you in danger.

You know, the prince has only you as his child. If he doesn't love you, who else can he love?!"

The room was silent for a while before a voice was heard.

It was the "Young Master" who turned the wooden wheels of the wheelchair and stopped only when he was three steps away from Qi Siyuan.

"If that's what you mean, then everything he did was for me?"

Qi Siyuan gritted his teeth and said, "That's right!"

"Humph! Mr. Siyuan, you are so dishonest. You see, I have been unable to stand and walk since I was a child. I am a paraplegic!"

He spoke openly of his own shortcomings, just as he would discuss others.