Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

He had initially thought that Xin Fujiyan was pursuing him so that she would treat him quickly, but he stood up with difficulty and said, "It's late at night. I don't know where Miss Fang is staying. I'll take Miss Fang back first."

Fang Yu put down his teacup, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "I won't trouble Young Master Jiyan any further. The night view of the capital is beautiful, and I'd like to enjoy it a little longer. Please take care of yourself, Young Master. I'll take my leave now."

Fang Yu left.

Xin Fujiyan held the bottle of medicine left by Fang Yu on the table, staring in the direction Fang Yu left, and gradually increased the pressure on the bottle.

His subordinate then said, "Young Master, in my opinion, this woman has no medical skills at all, otherwise why would she delay in treating you?"

Xin Fujin's gaze darkened rapidly: "Shut up!"

The subordinate narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his head seemingly respectfully, but his hands clenched into fists.

Xin Fujiyan clutched his chest, stood up, and walked forward with difficulty.

In fact, Fang Yu did not leave, but was watching from a rooftop not far away.

Xin Fujiyan's men did not follow him away, but instead turned and walked in one direction.

Fang Yu followed. She guessed correctly; Xin Fujiyan's men had no intention of letting go of the little girl who had just thrown a steamed bun at people.

Arriving at a dilapidated courtyard, the surroundings were quiet. Fang Yu watched as his subordinates rolled into the courtyard.

Fang Yu had just squatted on the tree trunk to check the situation when another figure climbed over the wall and came in.

The person who came was Xin Fujiyan, which Fang Yu did not expect. It seems that this person is indeed very cunning, releasing people in front of her.

As a result, they turned around and killed him to silence him.

But the next scene overturned Fang Yu's opinion.

Before the candles in the courtyard could be lit, Xin Fujiyan's men turned around abruptly, clearly surprised to see the newcomers.

"Young Master, what brings you here?"

Although he was asking questions, his tone was not respectful.

Xin Fujiyan suddenly sneered: "I'm not dead yet, and you're already in a hurry to return to your master's side. What a good dog."

The subordinate seemed to have dropped the pretense and mocked, "Young Master is joking. The entire Blazing Kingdom belongs to the Lord. Has the Young Master forgotten his own identity? You are nothing more than a dog that the Lord picked up at the arena."

"You've been given the title of young master, and you've forgotten your past? You even dare to dream of curing your illness? Aren't you afraid that when the lord finds out, he'll take away your barely clinging dog life?"

As his subordinate's tone grew increasingly contemptuous, Xin Fujiyan slowly loosened his tightly clenched fist.

Just when his subordinates thought that Xin Fu Jiyan would have no choice but to accept it, Xin Fu Jiyan made his move.

With only an ordinary leaf between his fingers, he took his subordinate's life in the blink of an eye.

"Cough cough!"

Even though it was just a slight movement, Xin Fujiyan seemed to have used up all his strength. He leaned unsteadily against the wall beside him, breathing rapidly, and looked like he might stop breathing at any moment.

Fang Yu, who had been perched on the tree trunk, was somewhat surprised.

Because she really didn't expect that Xin Fu Jiyan was just the adopted son of the ruler of Chi Kingdom.

Xin Fujiyan leaned against the wall for a while to catch his breath, and then walked towards the window in front of him.

Are they finally going to make their move?

Fang Yu slightly shifted her posture, ready to respond to his next move at any moment.

Xin Fuji walked to the window, but after only a few steps, he was already panting heavily.

This time he didn't linger. Instead, he gently opened the window and, by the dim moonlight, could barely see a small figure lying on the bed in the room.

Fang Yu could barely make out that it was the little girl who had thrown a steamed bun at Xin Fujiyan on the street earlier.

She placed her hands on her waist, her breathing slowing down. If Xin Fujiyan were to lay a hand on the little girl, she would absolutely not let him live tonight.

Xin Fuji felt around at his waist and pulled out the money pouch that the little girl had thrown away earlier.

He placed the money bag on the windowsill, glanced at the girl on the bed one last time before turning to leave, taking with him the corpse of his henchman whom he had killed.

Fang Yu frowned, jumped down to check the bag of silver, and found that it was indeed just silver.

After pondering for a while, Fang Yu turned and left.

Shaojun's Residence.

Although Xin Fujinyan's shoulder was injured, it did not prevent him from having two women on his left and right.

After listening to Xiang Ye's report from behind the screen, he took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and gestured for the woman kneeling on the ground to get up.

The woman obediently stood up, and Xin Jijin lay down. The woman then knelt down on top of him with practiced ease.

With heavy breathing, Xin Fu Jin Yan asked Xiang Ye outside, "I want to see what kind of woman Xin Fu Ji Yan is that made him defy my orders to come back to see her. Go and bring her back."

After Xin Fujinyan gave the order, it seemed that the woman on top of him was moving too much and aggravating his wound. He moved his fingertips, signaling the woman to get off.

The woman, disregarding that she was completely naked, knelt on the ground, trembling, and didn't even dare to beg for mercy.

With the help of two other women, Xin Fujinyan sat up and looked down at the woman on the ground who was trembling uncontrollably.

Xin Fujin glanced sideways at the bandage on his wound, where traces of blood were already seeping out.

He licked his lips and looked at the woman on the ground again, saying, "Lift your head up."

The woman obeyed, but the moment she looked up, a dagger flew towards her and instantly slit her neck.

Before she could even beg for mercy, the woman had already become a lifeless corpse.

The other two women trembled involuntarily upon seeing this. Xin Fujinyan asked unhappily, "Are you afraid of me?"

The two women quickly knelt by the bed and begged for mercy: "We dare not, please calm your anger, young master."

Xin Fujinyan enjoyed seeing women kneeling at his feet begging for mercy. He was very satisfied and grabbed one of them, saying, "Come here."

The two women served her with all their might, but they never imagined that the moment it ended would be their death.

The three naked corpses, without even a shroud, were dumped in a mass grave overnight.

Xiang Ye found out which inn Fang Yu was staying at and rushed into the room to get her, but strangely, there was no one in the room and her belongings were gone.

He called the shopkeeper over and asked, "Where is he?"

The shopkeeper stared wide-eyed as he scanned every corner of the room, his expression one of extreme fear: “Sir, this person… was just here a moment ago. The waiter brought hot water just a quarter of an hour ago.”

The window was being blown by the wind, making a slight noise. Xiang walked over, pushed open the window, and looked outside.

"They must have run away, chase them!"

A large group of people came in a grand procession, and then left in a grand procession as well.

Fang Yu was lying on a small couch in the space, sipping wine and watching the show.

She knew Xiang Ye, who was a guard by Xin Fujinyan's side, and they had fought each other in Huaizhou City.