The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Jiang Yingxue quickly removed the hand covering Yan Chuan's lips, sat back in her seat, and said angrily, "We agreed to keep each other's secrets. Why are you still talking about this?"

"Okay, I won't tell you." Yan Chuan smiled faintly, then said, "Actually, I want to say that you are smarter and more responsible than I thought. For example, at the crime scene today, you immediately noticed that the height of the deceased did not match the height at which he was hanged, but the authorities never noticed it. And in order to complete the mission, you were willing to use yourself as bait. You don't look like those spoiled young ladies who are kept in the boudoir. You are not weak, but responsible."

"Master Xu, you're flattering me," Jiang Yingxue said nonchalantly. "I'd rather you thought I was a spoiled young lady. That way, I can stay home. If Master hadn't forced me to do a mission, who would want to do it? But I've already accepted the mission, so I have to complete it. Besides, I'm a cultivator after all, so I'm better than those innocent people, right?"

Yan Chuan nodded and continued, "Yes, but I haven't heard anyone mention the word Xu in a long time. Miss Jiang, please don't mention this word in the future. After all, everyone in the capital knows that Prime Minister Xu's illegitimate son is dead. There is no Xu Yanchuan in the world, only Yan Chuan."

Yan Chuan spoke lightly, obviously not having any attachment to the Xu family.

This couldn't help but spark Jiang Yingxue's curiosity: "Speaking of which, why do you want to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion so much?"

Hearing this, Yan Chuan raised his eyes and met Jiang Yingxue's gaze with his warm and watery eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Yingxue quickly said, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to. I'm just casually concerned about my fellow disciples."

"It's okay." Yan Chuan sighed, then slowly said: "I'm an illegitimate child, so my father wanted to strangle me to death at first. But after he found out I had spiritual roots, he changed his mind. He wanted to train me and let me bring honor to the Prime Minister's Mansion. But while he said so, he allowed those concubines, brothers and sisters, and even servants to bully and humiliate me. Whenever I made some progress in my cultivation, those people would find ways to torture me.

In the winter, they would strip me of my clothes, hang me up with a bamboo pole, and dunk me in the pool, then pull me out and dunk me back in again, over and over again. In the summer, they would make me kneel in the scorching sun and fan the dogs in the yard until I fainted.

Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but cover her mouth. It turned out that every villain had a standard miserable childhood. No wonder Yan Chuan turned evil and became an enemy of the world because of a trivial love matter.

"But they treated you like this, didn't Prime Minister Xu know?"

Yan Chuan smiled helplessly, "At first, I also thought he didn't know. Based on the principle of less trouble is worse than more, I endured it silently. But when I was ten years old, those people tortured me until I was no longer able to breathe, and then threw me into a mass grave in the suburbs. It was also at that time that my master picked me up and saved my life."

Jiang Yingxue was puzzled: "Since they thought you were dead at that time, why did you go back?"

"Because at that time, I still naively held a glimmer of hope for my father. Of all his children, I was the only one with spiritual roots, so I thought he must have feelings for me. But when I returned to that home, he actually said: 'As expected of a child with spiritual roots, you are more resilient than ordinary people, and you haven't died yet.' From that moment on, I knew I had to hide my abilities. Whether I pretended to be a playboy or an unlearned person, Xu Shijie would never be able to use me in the slightest."

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Yingxue suddenly felt guilty for letting the other party expose her scars like this.

"Why are you sorry?"

"It brings back some bad memories for you."

"It's okay, it's over."

Jiang Yingxue looked at Yan Chuan's indifferent expression and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Alas, on the surface it has passed, but the shadow of childhood is deeply rooted. Maybe if he is stimulated in the future, he will become a radical pervert.

After all, Yan Chuan was also her fellow disciple. Although she would definitely leave Xianyun Sect and return to Yun Country to live a carefree life in the future, she felt a pity when she thought of her former fellow disciple embarking on such a path of destruction.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue said quietly: "Brother, can you promise me one thing?"

"Huh? What?"

The candlelight in the car flickered gently, and Yan Chuan was enveloped in the gentle warm light. His clear and sharp outline was adorned with a faint halo, adding a bit of softness.

"Can you find someone else to love? Duan Qingqing is not destined to be your true love."

"I don't like her." Yan Chuan said firmly.

Jiang Yingxue said anxiously: "You just don't like her now. Promise me that you won't like her in the future."

Yan Chuan laughed out loud: "Then who should I like?"

"You can like anyone, but it can't be Duan Qingqing."

Can I like anyone?

Hearing this, Yan Chuan felt uncomfortable for some reason, but he couldn't explain why. He only felt that the sweet feeling in his heart suddenly turned sour, so he had no choice but to say, "Okay, I promise you, I won't like Duan Qingqing."

"Then you must keep your word."

The carriage moved slowly forward on the quiet night road. The scenery along the road gradually changed, moving away from the hustle and bustle and gradually approaching the direction of the Sun Mansion.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the Sun Mansion.

The Sun Mansion's facade was truly magnificent. Towering stone lions stood guard on either side of the entrance, majestic and solemn. The wide wooden door was intricately carved with patterns, its ancient charm enhanced by the night. The plaque hanging high above the door was written with powerful strokes, each word resonating with a mellow patina.

At that moment, two servants in gray stood vigilantly at the door, their faces serious and focused. The night was dark, and the sudden arrival of a carriage shattered the tranquility. They quickly stepped forward to inquire, their brows slightly furrowed, appearing a little nervous.

"May I ask who you are, sir? Why are you here at the mansion so late at night?"

I saw a man and a woman lifting the curtain and getting out of the carriage.

Jiang Yingxue nodded to the two servants. "I'm Jiang Yingxue, from the capital. I'm Sun Huiyi's daughter and Sun Jinren's granddaughter."

The two servants were stunned. They had indeed heard that the master had a daughter in the capital whom he loved dearly. Could this girl really be the master's granddaughter? If so, wouldn't the master be overjoyed?

But as far as they knew, the young lady and the little lady had not returned to Liangzhou for a long time, and they were unable to recognize the identity of the person in front of them.

The servant did not dare to neglect it and said quickly: "Miss, please... wait a moment, I will go and talk to the housekeeper immediately..."