Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

Su Rao heard this, and the question in her mind became clearer: "Do you still remember the characteristics of the person you saved?"

This is the most important purpose of her trip.

"The donor has a unique appearance. His gray hair forms a sharp contrast with his youthful face, like a young man who will never fade. His beauty is comparable to that of a stunning woman, and the voice he speaks is that of an authentic man!" The old Taoist's tone was filled with surprise as he described it.

Su Rao's heart skipped a beat, and she confirmed without a doubt that it was the mysterious person she was looking for!

Such a coincidence made her sigh at the ingenious arrangement of fate.

"So, where is he now?" Su Rao asked impatiently, with urgency flashing in her eyes.

"After he repaid me, he left in a hurry and never heard from me again." The old Taoist priest's answer was brief and vague.

This means that he appeared in the capital four months ago. Based on this period of time, it would not be difficult for him to go north to the capital or south to the south of the Yangtze River, or even go back and forth several times. The man's whereabouts are still as elusive as smoke and clouds.

Su Rao felt heavy in the heart and was filled with worry.

Seeing that no more information could be squeezed out of the old Taoist priest, Su Rao could only put her thoughts aside for the time being and decided to return to the mansion.

As the carriage rumbled past a stone bridge called "Yuanyang", Su Rao suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if something was about to happen...

This bridge carries the footsteps and laughter of the people in the city day after day.

However, in recent days, this prosperous scene has quietly faded, the pedestrians have become sparse, and the laughter is no longer there.

Su Rao gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, her eyes passed through the mist, and looked far away at the lonely figure on the river bank.

The man was tall and slender, standing alone by the river. An invisible layer of cold air seemed to condense around him, so that even the most fearless birds avoided him within a few feet of him, not to mention the passers-by who were in a hurry, all of them glanced at him and walked around him.

The carriage passed the bridge. Su Rao signaled the driver to turn into a hidden narrow alley, then got off the carriage alone, her figure disappearing in the winding alley.

She wore a dark hood with the brim pulled down, cleverly hiding her face and leaving only a pair of bright eyes visible.

As she walked lightly through the narrow path, the end of the alley gradually approached, and her eyes became more and more firmly fixed on the man named Fang Mo.

Fang Mo seemed to sense something and turned his head alertly. His eyes inadvertently met Su Rao's, and then he quickly retracted them.

But that brief moment of interaction was enough to create a tense atmosphere in the air.

"Captain Fang, what makes you stare at the gurgling water so intently? Is there some unspeakable burden in your heart that you want to cleanse your soul with the clear river water? Or, somewhere in your heart, do you have the thought of jumping into the water and ending it all?"

Su Rao's tone was gentle but to the point, and she changed the subject, "However, with the heavy blood debt you bear, I'm afraid this innocent Qingliu will also be shamed because of it."

Her words were not a joke, but were based on her deep understanding and insight into Fang Mo.

At this moment, Fang Mo's face was indeed filled with sorrow and worry.

Facing Su Rao's questioning, Fang Mo turned around again, and this time his gaze was more of an examination with a bit of anger than a stare.

And Su Rao just uttered softly: "I actually have some special feelings for this river."

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Fang Mo strode towards Su Rao, his hand quietly grasping the exquisite Xiuchun Knife at his waist. A cold light flashed, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Su Rao just took a step back calmly and said calmly: "The blood on the blade has not been wiped clean yet. It seems a bit too careless to carry it like this."

Feeling the meaning behind Su Rao's words, Fang Mo hesitated a little, but finally sheathed the knife and simply said two words: "Let's go."

Su Rao seemed not to have heard anything, still standing there with a smile on her face: "Captain Fang, you are so worried, is it because Miss Zhao's condition has worsened?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Mo pursed his lips, a trace of trance and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He did not give a direct answer, but his expression said it all.

Su Rao's keen intuition turned out to be correct.

At this moment, Fang Mo couldn't help but recall the scene of last night: as usual, he brought back the precious pills given by the King of Qi, but found that his sister was hesitant and reluctant to take them.

Her eyes were full of pleading, and the pain made her want to give up her life.

"Brother, I am in so much pain, please let me go..." This simple request was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

He knew that the pain his sister had endured had already exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Although he was running around seeking redemption, in fact, she had always been persevering and silently enduring for his sake.

Looking at his sister struggling in pain from the illness, Fang Mo's heart seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces. At that moment, he didn't know how to comfort or help her. He could only stand there, feeling powerless and self-blame.

Fortunately, the younger sister finally took the pill, swallowed it with difficulty, and told him in a weak voice: "Brother, I was confused just now because of the pain. I will take the medicine and try my best to live..."

If possible, Fang Mo is willing to give everything and bear all the pain and suffering on behalf of his sister.

"Captain Fang, you may still remember the old senior who was proficient in witchcraft and showed up briefly in the capital four months ago." Su Rao's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I've thought about it over and over again. The Jinyiwei's information network is all over the world. The speed and efficiency of finding people must be much better than mine. I am wasting time in this corner, which is far less effective than your use of resources. After all, every day of delay is one more day of torment for Sister Yi."

Fang Mo was touched by these words, and his heart was churning.

Afterwards, Su Rao told him without reservation all the information she had collected about the mysterious master from her memories of her two lives, including his physical characteristics, personality and habits, hoping that these clues could be the key to rescuing Miss Zhao.

"Don't forget the agreement between us, Captain Fang. Once you find that master, you must tell me the secret that I have longed for." Su Rao said, and was about to turn around and leave.

She had no worries in her heart that her increasingly close relationship with Fang Mo might eventually reach the ears of King Qi.

After all, Fang Mo is the most trusted spy of the King of Qi. If he chooses to keep silent, then within the deep palace walls, even the slightest rumor will not reach the ears of the King of Qi.

"Wait a moment." Fang Mo's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Su Rao's steps as she was about to leave.

She paused slightly, her heel leaving a brief mark on the bluestone slab, then she slowly turned around and looked at Fang Mo with a questioning look. In the sunlight, her eyes seemed to be filled with expectation.