Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 219 Ingratitude and Deceit (54)

In the eleventh month of the Zhengqian era, the governor of Jiangyou was executed by beheading, and the other officials involved were also dealt with according to the law.

On the day of the execution, the prison van was blocked by a large crowd of people when it passed through Caishikou.

Rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were all thrown at the people in the prison van.

Gu Yao sat in the teahouse, with a clear view of the situation on the street.

Ning Yi sat opposite him, and seeing the crowd's indignation, smiled slightly.

"The Lord of the Seal is truly ruthless, even to his own people."

Gu Yao smiled and looked down at the disheveled and haggard-looking man in the prison cart.

“He deserves what he got, doesn’t he? Besides,” Gu Yao paused, then turned to meet Ning Yi’s scrutinizing gaze, “this isn’t thanks to Lord Ning’s help. Now you and Baili Weisheng have become the new representatives of the royalist party. After the parasites have been removed from the royalist party, you and Baili Weisheng should be able to keep things under control.”

The pretty young woman took a sip of tea and said, "If you two top scholars can't keep this under control, then you don't need to stay in this court."

"Next spring, I will select two more scholars for the imperial examinations. We've just dealt with a group of people; we need some fresh blood."

As Gu Yao finished speaking, his expression darkened slightly, and his eyes flashed with a sharp, threatening look as he looked at Ning Yi.

Ning Yi chuckled twice, "Master is joking. Since you've paved this path for me, I'll naturally seize it."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yao's oppressive aura dissipated, replaced by a warm and welcoming smile. He then poured the person a cup of fresh tea.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged Lord Ning. Baili Weisheng is too upright and needs your continued care."

Ning Yi seemed to have thought of something, and her expression relaxed. She smiled and said, "Of course, Baili is indeed a bit too straightforward and arrogant."

Gu Yao didn't say anything more, but simply turned his gaze back to the street.

Ning Yi observed the young man's complexion. Under the sunlight, the young man's skin was fair and flawless, but his bright eyes were filled with a deep melancholy that Ning Yi couldn't understand.

This person has too many secrets.

He was called a loyal minister, but he held power, favored treacherous officials, and allowed the people to suffer.

He was called a treacherous minister, yet he also rectified the chaos, selected virtuous and capable officials, and saved the people from suffering.

How can there be such a contradictory person?

Gu Yao seemed to sense something, turned his head to meet Ning Yi's scrutinizing gaze, smiled slightly, and raised an eyebrow, "Why is Lord Ning looking at me like that?"

Ning Yi blinked, lowered her eyes, and looked somewhat embarrassed at being caught.

"It's nothing, I just feel that there are many secrets about the palm print."

Gu Yao paused, as if realizing something, and looked towards the direction of the slums in the capital. "Who doesn't have secrets..."

Ning Yi remained silent and said nothing more.

It was noon when Gu Yao watched the head fall to the ground, blood flowing everywhere, and then looked away.

"I've seen everything I needed to see today, so I'll take my leave now."

Gu Yao stood up, smiled, and walked out of the private room.

The moment I opened the door, I saw Tang Er's cold and stern face.

Tang Er paused in his knocking, as if he hadn't expected to see Gu Yao here. "Is the seal of the master well?"

Looking at the person bowing in front of him, Gu Yao nodded, strode away, and passed by Tang Er.

"Tang Er, don't rush me, I'm going home for dinner right away."

Ning Yi's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"Ever since the last assassination attempt, you've been unwell. Why aren't you eating properly?"

"I promised you I'd prepared a nourishing medicinal meal today, and you had to return home on time for lunch before I let you out."

Tang Er seemed a little exasperated, as this usually taciturn person had been forced to say so much.

"I didn't mean to, isn't this the handprint here?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yao raised an eyebrow as he stood at the top of the stairs.

Are they using him as a shield?!

"Fine, if you don't take care of yourself, there's no use in me worrying."

"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? I promise I'll eat on time from now on."

Gu Yao shook his head, smiled, and continued walking downhill.

It seems that Tang Er has finally found a home.

***

As soon as Gu Yao stepped out of the teahouse, he felt scrutinizing gazes coming from the tea stalls on the street.

Gu Yao looked up, and the man dressed as an ordinary commoner immediately looked away.

With a light click of his tongue, Gu Yao withdrew his gaze.

The wolf cub's hand stretched out further and further.

And this watchful gaze followed him all the way to the palace gate.

When they returned to the courtyard, Bu Shaoluan couldn't wait to stick to him.

"Why did Ah Tang stay out for so long today?"

The boy's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Gu Yao shoved Bu Shaoluan's head away, walked to the table to look at today's memorials, and didn't even glance at the boy.

"Doesn't His Majesty know that the street from the palace gate to the teahouse is full of His Majesty's spies? He really doesn't hold back at all."

Bu Shaoluan sensed Gu Yao's resistance, licked his lips, and his face no longer showed that aggrieved and innocent look, but instead carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"Ah Tang is so smart."

The boy's voice was low, with a lingering, hesitant tone.

Gu Yao remained calm, lowered his head, picked up the calligraphy brush on the table, and gently stroked the lotus pattern on it.

His fingertips moved from the pen barrel to the orchid-shaped purple brush tip, gently twirling the purple bristles, which were slightly prickly to the touch.

"Your Majesty, look at this purple-haired brush. It is made from the black-tipped hairs on the back of a mountain rabbit, which is stiffer than sheep hair. Do you think it can kill someone?"

Before he could finish speaking, the handsome young man looked up, his eyes flashing with a hint of ruthlessness, and threw the fine calligraphy brush from his fingertips.

"Yeah!"

The sound of wind whistling past my ears left a thin trail of blood.

"Oh!"

The screen fell to the ground with a loud crash.

The handsome young man still held the raised hand position, his eyes were lifeless, and his gaze towards the boy seemed to be filled with ice.

Bu Shaoluan moved his lips, meeting the young man's amber eyes, as if in disbelief.

The boy raised his hand, and his pale fingertips were stained with bright red blood, causing a slight pain.

Bu Shaoluan stared blankly at the drop of bright red blood on his fingertip.

Gu Yao's expression remained unchanged as he slowly lowered his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his slender, fair fingers.

“Your Majesty, if I want to leave, no one can stop me. Take back all those tricks you used! I don’t like being watched.”

The handsome young man turned and walked out, leaving the boy with only a cold and aloof back view.

Bu Shaoluan gently touched the dried bloodstains on his face, feeling their rough texture, and rubbed them between his fingertips.

hurts a little.

But it's not as painful as the pain in my heart.

This was the first time he had ever been hurt by A-Tang...

But how can I let go?

I can't let go.

Bu Shaoluan rubbed the dried blood between his fingertips, as if trying to grasp something.

"Ah Tang, you can't escape."

The boy lowered his head and let out a silly laugh.

It was eerie and creepy.

Hearing this laughter, Shen Shenwei, who had been listening to the whole thing, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Shen Shenwei, bring a new screen."

Shen Shenwei led his men inside, bowing his head, and heard the boy muttering.

“Ah Tang’s things should naturally be the best. This broken screen is certainly not worthy of him.”

The boy's voice had a strange, sticky, and sweet quality.

Shen Shen deliberately pretended to be deaf.

Seeing that the fine lacquered lotus-patterned purple brush had been split open, with shavings of rosewood on the ivory tip, I felt a tremor in my heart.

Master, you are incredibly bold.

He had someone carry the screen with the hole in it away, and then Shen Shenwei glanced in Bu Shaoluan's direction.

A bloodstain stood out starkly against the boy's fair skin.

Those dark eyes held an unfathomable expression, as if they were about to unleash a storm.

He dared not look any longer and bowed his head as he retreated.