This villain has become a ghost

"Yes, I'll give the order right away."

"Wait a minute," Liu Zeyin stopped him, his expression slightly stern, and said, "There is one more thing."

"what?"

"News came from Dongdu that Yue Liuyun has become the new top scholar, but he petitioned to go to Wuzhou. He should still be on his way."

Yin Yun's pupils shrank slightly and he stood there in a daze.

After a moment, he slowly said:

"what do you mean……"

In the dim light, the burning lights flickered like ghosts, making the face of Yanagisawa Zeyin, whose injuries had not yet healed, look even paler.

He placed his finger on his forehead and said solemnly:

"Yin Yun, I know you have a kind heart and you can't bear to kill her."

"But we can't let her get in the way."

"So... send a message to those hidden points along the way to capture her alive. This is the biggest concession I can make."

Yin Yun was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice:

"……it is good."

He turned and walked to the door, and saw thick and heavy dark clouds piled up in layers above the inky black night sky, tightly intertwined with each other without the slightest gap, as if rain was about to come.

He paused, then suddenly turned around and looked at Liu Zeyin with a complicated gaze. He whispered, "...then can you bear to kill her?"

"As Liu Zeyin, you have to be cruel and murderous, but what about as Liu Qi?"

"Liu Qi is the kindest person among you, and the best to Yan'er... Would he kill Yue Liuyun, who looks so much like her?"

Liu Zeyin remained silent, and the fingers holding the pen trembled, leaving an abrupt mark on the paper, which looked a little hideous.

He said silently: "...Yin Yun, you are the only one who stayed where you are."

"I'm no longer Liu Qi."

"She is no longer Yan'er."

Yoon Yun’s face paled.

In an instant, he suddenly felt like he was drowning in water, unable to struggle, helpless, and could only suffocate.

He gave a wry smile and shook his head, "Yes, you are General Qiming, the new governor of Yizhou."

"She is our Lord."

He was the only one standing still.

-

A few days later.

The night was like a thick curtain, tightly wrapping the sky and the earth. The surface of the river was pitch black, with only faint starlight dancing on the water, and a slightly cool and damp feeling coming from all around.

It was almost dawn.

The boatman looked at the night sky and heard an anxious voice:

"Girls, this is bad! Look at the weather! It's going to rain soon! That's going to be dangerous!"

Yue Liuyun frowned and shouted, "Master, let's go ashore first. Where is the nearest pier?"

The boatman replied, "We're almost to Quanzhou now. I know there's a private dock not far away. Should we stop there first?"

"it is good!"

This waterway originally passed through Liangzhou first, then went to Jingzhou, Quanzhou, and finally to Wuzhou. Although it was a bit risky, it was the fastest way to get to Wuzhou.

Although we cannot go directly to Quanzhou due to weather reasons, Quanzhou is adjacent to Wuzhou, so it is easy to go to Wuzhou after arriving in Quanzhou.

As we approached the shore, the dark clouds gathered heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to have cracked open. Heavy rain fell from the sky without warning. Raindrops as big as beans hit the surface of the river, causing ripples, and thunder roared in the distance.

"Oh no, there's still some distance!" shouted the boatman.

The other three grabbed the oars and rowed with the boatman. The lone boat swayed forward on the river. The figures of the few people on the boat seemed particularly small in the wind and rain.

Several people gripped their oars tightly, struggling to cut through the dark water. Raincoats rustled in the wind, and rain poured down the brims of their hats, blurring their vision. The lantern on the bow swayed in the wind and rain, emitting a faint light.

"Hurry, keep pushing, we're almost at the shore!"

The waves on the river became even more turbulent due to the wind and rain. The boat rose and fell on the waves and finally reached the shore.

Several people jumped to the shore in a panic. The boat was hit several times and was swallowed by the wind and waves in an instant. The river water became turbulent due to the invasion of heavy rain, and it slammed against the edge of the dock with a roar.

The boatman suddenly felt sorry for his boat and wailed:

"My ship!"

"The lives of my family and children all depend on it!"

Nangong Wanqing stuffed the purse into his hand and said hurriedly:

"There's enough money in there for you to buy ten crosses. Stop mourning and get out of the rain, Master."

On the pier, the usually quaint and elegant stone lanterns swayed precariously in the wind and rain, their lights long since swallowed by the torrential downpour, leaving only a hazy outline. The wooden plank road, soaked black by the rain, dripped through the cracks, blending with the splashing water on the river.

The pavilion trembled in the wind and rain, the wind chimes on the eaves had long lost their crisp sound. The seats in the pavilion were soaked by rain, leaving only traces of the ravages of the wind and rain.

A black-sailed boat rocked violently at the dock, its thatched awning weighed down by the rain. Large raindrops occasionally slid down from the roof and slammed onto the planks. The fishing lantern on the boat flickered in the wind and rain, flickering as if it might go out at any moment.

The boatman finally figured out the direction in the rain and said happily, "This way!"

The three of them hurried to catch up. The dirt road under their feet had become muddy due to the accumulated water, and every step required some effort.

After passing a bamboo forest, a dilapidated temple appeared before our eyes. The temple door was closed and the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds.

The boatman walked forward and pushed open the temple door, and a stale and decayed smell hit him in the face.

A few people walked into the temple and found that although it was dilapidated, it could at least shelter them from the wind and rain.

They found a few dry corners, took a rest, and waited for the rain to stop.

The boatman opened the purse that Nangong Wanqing handed to him. After seeing the amount inside, his eyes lit up and he finally felt relieved.

...The young ladies and gentlemen from these aristocratic families are the customers they are most willing to receive. They are simple-minded and have a lot of money.

Qiu Shuangwan squeezed the water out of her clothes and sighed, "...We are so unlucky, aren't we?"

Why does a thunderstorm come at this time? It’s really frustrating.

"Who says it isn't?"

"But it's okay, it's almost dawn."

Yue Liuyun searched for the few remaining haystacks and firewood in the corner and gathered them together. Nangong Wanqing also went over to help.

The boatman tremblingly took out the fire starter wrapped in oil paper. Fortunately, the oil paper was waterproof and could still be used, and the fire was successfully lit.

The firelight reflected on everyone's faces, finally bringing some warmth.

Several people approached the fire to warm themselves.

The boatman looked at them and thought they looked like daughters from wealthy families. He didn't know why they had come all the way here to suffer. He couldn't help but ask:

"...You all look well-dressed and well-spoken. Quanzhou and Wuzhou are not wealthy places, and they are currently plagued by frequent wars. Why did you have to come here?"

One must be on guard against others, revealing too much will eventually lead to trouble, so Yue Liuyun chose to evade the question and said:

"Of course we have our reasons."