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

Chapter 484 Still thinking about escaping?

After careful consideration, Su Yu decided to keep the matter a secret for the time being and make a decision based on the specific circumstances when the appointed time arrived.

Over there, Baili Jiyan was trapped in a courtyard.

From the moment he stepped into the courtyard, he quietly observed the guards inside.

Four guards patrolled in an orderly and orderly manner, maintaining a high level of security.

Not to mention that the toxins in his body have not been completely cleared, the injuries he has sustained make it virtually impossible for him to escape from this courtyard.

Ultimately, the purpose of his current identity is to thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of those missing weapons.

If the goal was simply to silence him, they could have just taken his life; there was no need for such a large-scale and elaborate effort just to imprison him.

While pondering these thoughts to himself, he silently moved to the window.

After carefully pushing open a tiny crack, one could see squads of guards patrolling back and forth outside, weapons in hand, with a heavy guard on.

"Still thinking about how to escape?" Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice drifted from the doorway.

Upon hearing the sound, Baili Jiji paused slightly in his movements, then pushed the window open a little more.

But his gaze did not turn toward the source of the sound; instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the window and coldly replied, "Even if I wanted to escape, how easy would it be with such a tight net?"

The woman walked in gracefully, carrying a plate of still steaming hot food, which she gently placed on the table.

She looked up at Baili Jiji and said slowly, "Let's eat. We'll arrange for you to leave in two days."

Baili Jiji slowly turned his head, stared at the woman in front of him, and asked, "What is the price?"

The woman smiled slightly and beckoned him closer with her finger.

Baili Jiji first glanced warily out the window again, and after confirming that there was nothing amiss, he got up, moved to the table, and slowly sat down.

After he was seated, his gaze finally fell on the dishes on the table.

Looking at the tempting colors and fragrant aroma of the food on the plate, he subconsciously pursed his lips slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The woman slowly approached, her fingertips gently touching his angular cheek, and slowly sliding down along his contours.

Faced with such intimate gestures, Baili Jiyan remained completely still, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

He simply reached for the chopsticks on the table, his face calm and composed as he ate the food in front of him.

You should know that in just two short days, he had already become accustomed to the woman's frivolous behavior.

This woman is unrestrained and acts rather recklessly. If you rashly refuse her, you will probably only invite more excessive harassment and entanglement.

Thinking about it this way, it's better to endure it for now. After all, it's just a touch. As long as I can find a chance to escape this place, it won't be too late to settle accounts and take revenge later.

Seeing that Baili Jiyan no longer resisted, the woman leaned forward again, her lips close to his ear, and whispered in a sweet voice, "You are Baili Jiyan, so there is no need for any price."

Baili Jiyan suddenly paused in his eating, then put down his chopsticks and looked at the woman in front of him: "Since there is no price to pay, why don't you let me leave immediately?"

The woman smiled slightly, but did not answer his question directly. Instead, she changed the subject: "How was the food? I cooked it all myself."

Baili Jiyan replied indifferently, "It tastes like chewing wax, and is hard to swallow!"

The woman's smiling face froze instantly.

She suddenly grabbed Baili Jiyan's wrist, snatched the piece of food from his chopsticks that he hadn't yet put in his mouth, and put it in her own mouth.

A moment later, the woman swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed, and retorted, "Nonsense! It's clearly exceptionally delicious!"

She put down her chopsticks and deliberately ran her slender fingertips across his palm.

She stood up, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like flowing clouds.

As she turned around, she glanced back at Baili Jiyan sitting at the table, parted her red lips slightly, and said, "Take your time eating."

Baili Jiyan stared at her departing figure, lost in thought for a long time.

His gaze slowly fell on the chopsticks in his hand, where he saw that the chopsticks were still stained with the lipstick that the woman had left behind.

He frowned slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and gently put down his chopsticks.

He picked up the teacup beside him, took a small sip, and the warm tea slid down his throat, but it couldn't dispel the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

He stood up and walked to the bedside. On the bed, the brocade quilt and embroidered pillows radiated a soft luster.

He lay down, folded his hands behind his head, his gaze passing through the carved ceiling, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

On the other side, Su Yu stood in the backyard of the shop, her brows furrowed and her expression solemn.

Her mind was too cluttered at the moment, and she was afraid that Mo Liu would notice something amiss, so she handed over all the affairs of the shop to Mo Liu in one fell swoop.

He was instructed to find a manager, cook, and shop assistants, and to renovate the shop as quickly as possible, making it look brand new before opening.

Mo Liu accepted the order and left. Yan'er quietly came up behind her and asked softly, "Your Highness, did that person contact you?"

As Su Yu's personal maid, Yan'er, though not serving him personally at all times, would have a better understanding of Su Yu's every move, so her speculation was not entirely unfounded.

Upon hearing this, Su Yu was slightly taken aback. Then, she slowly took out the letter from her bosom: "Take a look."

This time, Yan'er did not try to stop her as usual, but said calmly, "Alright, I will be ready to provide support at any time."

As night fell, Yan'er had just stepped into her room when Mo Liu followed her in.

He looked slightly anxious, and as soon as he entered the room, he hurriedly asked, "Have you received any news today?"

Yan'er turned around, her gaze falling on Mo Liu, and replied unhurriedly, "You only need to complete the tasks assigned by the Princess Consort; there's no need to ask any other questions."

Mo Liu was slightly taken aback, took two steps closer to Yan'er, and then said, "But if there is anything I need to do, you must inform me in time."

Yan'er warned, "You'd better not do anything unnecessary on your own, lest you cause the Princess unnecessary trouble!"

Clearly, Yan'er saw through Mo Liu's little scheme at a glance.

When Yan'er so bluntly exposed his thoughts, Mo Liu couldn't help but scratch his head awkwardly, but he still refused to back down easily and stubbornly argued, "How could I dare? I'm just worried about the Princess's safety."

After he finished speaking, his eyes flickered, as if trying to discern some reaction from Yan'er's face.