Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1099 - 651: Such Thick Needles

"Despite claiming to have traveled the Jianghu, can’t you see that the young lady is of assassin origins? A true assassin would absolutely refuse anyone’s help... The stronger the assassin, the more this is true." Moreover, that young lady isn’t just a very strong minor grandmaster assassin, but also a person with a cold temperament, extremely proud and self-confident to the core, how could she tolerate others’ assistance.

Even Sui Yi wouldn’t do.

Rather than saying Sui Yi observed coldly from the sidelines, it’s more accurate to say she understood the other’s temperament and thus indulged the other’s pride.

In fact, this is a form of empathy, although it’s a very unique kind of tenderness.

Song Shidao’s words lit up Song Yuzhi’s eyes, as she suddenly stared at Song Shidao with a smile; "Oh, you managed to see through this, so why aren’t you more promising?"

She personally noticed how attentive her brother was to Mr. Sui, although he didn’t show any signs of affection. But their Song Family has always disliked being forward, so even if he liked someone, he would only express it with restraint and courtesy, which led her to ponder that her wooden-headed brother had feelings for Mr. Sui.

This wasn’t surprising at all; it was quite natural. After all, even her father, with his high standards, had quite a high opinion of Mr. Sui.

Yet her brother seemed utterly oblivious.

Now Song Shidao understood and helplessly said: "What nonsense are you thinking? What kind of person is the teacher, how could I compare? At most, it’s just respect, besides in my heart..."

He stopped speaking.

In his mind appeared that woman, even after disguising as a man, still full of heroic spirit and fierceness.

Fu...

"Ah?" Song Yuzhi suddenly realized that her brother had someone else in his heart, but...

"Not you, but someone else," Song Yuzhi murmured, leading Song Shidao to look in the same direction.

With raindrops pattering, on one side of the street with fewer people now, stood a refined and handsome young man holding an oil paper umbrella with one hand, carrying another oil paper umbrella with his other hand, quietly watching Sui Yi and the others leave, his gaze persistent yet longing, with a trace of melancholy.

Everyone recognized who this person was.

Named Jingzhao Ning, a poised and talented gentleman.

Compared to Hou Xibai, the flirtatious young master famous throughout the world, Jingzhao Ning embodied the elegance and traditional reserve of a Wei-Jin noble clan’s young master.

For example, now, holding an umbrella meant as a gift, seeing the other already having one and unwilling to engage, he simply stood quietly to the side, quietly watching the person leave.

This is Jingzhao Ning.

Shong Xiufang glanced at Jingzhao Ning, her lips slightly curling, inwardly sighing, this Mr. Sui is truly an enigma.

Sweeping so many curious people into a vortex.

And at this moment, on the second-floor corridor of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, rainwater splattering on the tiles, flowing along grooves with a rustling sound, stood a young gentleman in fine clothes, hands behind his back, beneath his heroic sword-like brows were deep dark blue eyes, locked onto the two departing figures, wearing a faint smile.

"You went to Dongming?"

On the road, with the slight patter of rain, Sui Yi asked softly.

In those nine months before, she could have gone to see the Western Regions to investigate a power she felt similar to, but different from, the Divine Rune curse. Or she could have gone to see what was happening on the Dongming side.

After all, Shong Wannian was from Dongming.

Yet she didn’t go; one reason being these matters weren’t extremely important, the other...

"No," Hell’s Wan Ge denied, said blandly: "All the way I was tracking Natasha and others, originally planning to check the Western Regions along the way... After all, the Western Regions are related to Divine Rune power, maybe there are clues for our way back. I didn’t expect to encounter a group from Dongming on the Western Region’s edge... They recognized me and relentlessly pursued."

"Your wound feels cold, injuring the blood vessels, it doesn’t seem like Dongming’s martial arts but rather like the Western Region’s. Did you encounter them?"

The Western Regions are full of enigmatic masters, a place Central Plains martial artists have always been reluctant to go, just like how Sui Yi’s witchcraft has always been dreaded in the Martial Arts World.

But even given Wan Ge’s strength, even with many masters in the Western Regions, she wouldn’t have been injured at the fringes, right?

Hell’s Wan Ge was silent for a moment, then said: "Perhaps I was unlucky, happened to run into a Western Region master..."

Hearing this, Sui Yi glanced at her, and the latter suddenly said: "Why did you buy so many long needles? Acupuncture?"

Long needles...?

Sui Yi followed her gaze to the basket in his hand, filled with various hairpins.