Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1263 - 1243: The Little Boy in Black

He unlocked the acupuncture points, but the little boy in black still didn’t move. He sat on the ground watching Luo Qianqian, as if he wanted to devour her. Then he got up, bowed gently to the two, and quickly left without any hesitation.

"How do you think he reports back after following us?" Luo Qianqian looked at his black silhouette, slightly furrowing her brow with a worried expression.

"He naturally has his methods." Yan rolled his eyes at Luo Qianqian, clearly angry, while Luo Qianqian still seemed oblivious.

"Speaking of which, who sent him?" Luo Qianqian finally remembered the question she most wanted to ask, but struggled to find an answer.

Yan looked as if he understood everything, paying no attention to Luo Qianqian’s thoughtful demeanor.

They left early so those at the auction can be ruled out, leaving only two possibilities.

One is someone from the auction, targeting him, or more precisely, his identity and the power behind him.

The other may be the owner of the box Luo Qianqian bid on, curious about what it contained.

Before he saw the man in black, he climbed the tree first and didn’t notice his expression.

When he was pushed down, Luo Qianqian sealed his acupuncture points, making him immobile, unable to determine who he came with, or if he was simply trying to find their lodging point.

"Why don’t we visit the auction again tomorrow?" Yan suddenly smirked, patting Luo Qianqian’s back, looking mysterious.

But no matter what Luo Qianqian asked, he refused to answer.

They returned to their camp, with Haan Yun jumping around, calling it agility training, but Luo Qianqian persistently saw it as monkey play.

When they talked about being followed, Huangfu Yihui and Haan Yun were both slightly stunned, then began to think seriously.

After all, they had only been here for a few days, and at the auction, they were fully armed, so it couldn’t be the Haan Family’s influence noticing them.

When Haan Yun heard that the person had their tongue cut, his face instantly became difficult to look at.

"Do you know something?" Luo Qianqian asked urgently upon seeing his expression.

His strange reaction attracted the attention of the other two, who looked at him with concern.

"I don’t know about others, but some Princes in the Imperial Palace who ’died unexpectedly’ had their tongues cut to preserve their lives, considering their Royal Bloodline." At the same time, they lost their Prince status, becoming commoners. Some were even treated worse than commoners, often bullied by palace servants, leading some to suicide or mysterious disappearances.

Haan Yun furrowed his brow: "If they are the ones, they definitely don’t have the strength to follow you." Haan Yun himself couldn’t claim the ability to track these two, let alone others. He learned these skills due to his youth.

"He looks younger than me." Luo Qianqian quickly shook her head. Haan Yun is the Seventh Prince; above him are his brothers, which is how he knows these matters despite his age.

Haan Yun was quite surprised upon hearing this: "Then it’s impossible. Those younger than me, except for situations like mine, should have been executed." Haan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, feeling guilty. If not for him, perhaps others could have lived.

But that means certain death for him; his features are too distinct, easily recognizable at a glance.

He didn’t want to die, fighting for survival, believing he wasn’t wrong.

Moreover, in such an environment, besides other matters, the oppression from his brothers was overwhelming.

The intrigue and rivalry for better treatment amongst them were rampant.

Haan Yun lightly sighed, uncertain about how to react.

Huangfu Yihui looked at the three with furrowed brows, paused, "Is it possible that these are trained Dead Soldiers, to prevent any secrets from being exposed, so..."

Luo Qianqian nodded: "It’s not impossible, but that child seems accustomed to his current life, and has strength. Isn’t it a waste to make such young people Dead Soldiers?"

Huangfu Yihui looked at Luo Qianqian strangely, then silently shook his head: "Dead Soldiers are trained from an early age. If they lack strength, they’re cannon fodder. To be willing to die after completing a mission, unafraid in capture, is what makes a Dead Soldier."

There’s now a term like cannon fodder?

"What a waste, those are lives." Luo Qianqian smiled bitterly, even if she had no other choice, she’d rather not become a Dead Soldier. She values her life dearly.

"Haha..." Huangfu Yihui didn’t know what to say, opting for silence.

Luo Qianqian gazed up at the sky, watching the clouds disperse, "Yan, do you think there exists a medicine for rebirth of amputated limbs?"

"You’ve read too many travel notes." Yan responded coldly.

Luo Qianqian curiously turned to look at him, finding his face expressionless, calm as he used a dagger to carve a branch.

"Shiqi, don’t overthink it. Maybe he was sent to kill you." Huangfu Yihui approached Luo Qianqian, gently reassuring, "If it weren’t for your strong capabilities, you’d already be buried in the ground."

Recalling Haan Yun burying people, Luo Qianqian’s lips twitched, "You’re the one buried. Tomorrow, I’ll visit the General’s Mansion so we can end the matter there quickly and head home." She looked nostalgic, longing for her brothers, sisters, parents, uncles, aunts, and friends.

"Yep." Huangfu Yihui noted Luo Qianqian’s expression of longing, wondering about the home she missed.

What kind of home could make Luo Qianqian so nostalgic?

Haan Yun looked toward the Imperial City.

Yiyi, I’m waiting for you. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He stared intently in that direction, then smiled resignedly; if it belongs to him, it will come back. If not, no amount of longing could help.

Night grew chilly, and the sounds of animals howling echoed clearly in the deep night.

Luo Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes, threw off the blanket, and stood up.

Before her stood the little boy in black, a chill spreading across her vision.

How did he find this place?

The black-dressed little boy gazed at Luo Qianqian, for a long while, as if confirming something, handing a piece of paper to her.

Around them, everyone, including Yan, remained asleep, filling Luo Qianqian with an unparalleled sense of crisis.