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Su Yingxue raised her head.

Su Yingrou stood at the corner of the stairs, wearing a white hoodie, her hair disheveled, clutching a phone in her hand. She had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, her expression somewhat blank.

"Sister," she said, "what are you talking about?"

Su Yingxue looked at her, her expression unchanged: "We were discussing the wedding ceremony. You've come at the perfect time; the bridesmaid dresses have arrived. Go try them on."

Su Yingrou did not move.

I heard you say, "Don't tell me."

The living room fell silent.

Su Yingxue looked at her younger sister and sighed inwardly.

Her younger sister seems boisterous and loud, but she's actually more perceptive than anyone else. The more you try to hide things from her, the more she'll want to find out.

"Xiaorou," she softened her voice, "come here."

Su Yingrou hesitated for a moment, but still went downstairs.

Su Yingxue took her hand and led her to sit down on the sofa.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you," she said. "It's just that there are some things I haven't figured out yet. Once I do, I'll tell you first."

"What is it?"

"There might be some trouble at the wedding," Su Yingxue said. "Someone might try to cause trouble at the wedding."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know yet." Su Yingxue looked into her eyes. "So, don't leave me on our wedding day."

Su Yingrou looked at her, her eyes slowly reddening.

"Sis, do you think I'm particularly useless?"

"no."

"Then why didn't you tell me anything?" Su Yingrou's voice trembled slightly. "Ye Heng too, and you too. You all thought I was a child, that knowing would only cause trouble, right?"

Su Yingxue remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes," she said.

Su Yingrou was stunned.

"You really can't keep secrets," Su Yingxue said. "The more you know, the easier it is for people to see through you. It's not your fault, it's just that you're too honest. But I can't take that risk on our wedding day."

……

Nanjing Airport, waiting hall.

Ye Heng sat in the far corner of the waiting area, wearing a black hooded jacket pulled low. His right hand was wrapped in gauze, and he held a mobile phone in his left hand, displaying a map of Northern Yan on the screen.

Ye Beiyuan sat next to him, looking at the boarding gate information.

"Senior," she whispered, "someone is watching us."

"Hmm." Ye Heng didn't look up. "Since entering the airport, there have been three different groups of people."

"Should we shake them off?"

"No need." Ye Heng put his phone away. "Let them see. The more we act like normal tourists, the less likely they are to make a move."

The announcement began to announce boarding.

Ye Heng stood up and picked up the backpack at his feet.

Just then, an old man stood up from the seat next to him.

The old man was very thin, wearing a faded gray jacket, his left hand in his pocket. He walked slowly, as if his legs were not very strong, and suddenly stopped as he passed Ye Heng.

"Young man," the old man said, his voice hoarse, "you've dropped something."

Ye Heng lowered his head.

There was nothing on the ground.

He looked up at the old man.

The old man pulled his left hand out of his pocket.

That hand was missing a little finger.

Ye Heng's pupils contracted slightly.

"Master Uncle?"

The old man smiled, his face wrinkled like a crumpled piece of paper.

"You're taller than your father was back then," he said.

Ye Heng's throat moved slightly.

He wanted to ask, "Do you know my father?", "Where is my master?", and "Who are you?" But before he could finish speaking, the old man spoke first.

"Don't ask," my senior uncle said. "I won't tell you even if you ask."

He took a piece of sword tassel from his pocket and handed it over.

The sword tassel was blue, stained with dried dark brown blood.

Ye Heng took the sword tassel and tightened his grip.

He recognized the sword tassel. Ling Hanyue's sword had just such a tassel attached to it.

"Your master can hold on for another seven days," her uncle said. "After seven days, either you arrive, or she dies."

Ye Heng looked at him.

Why are you only arriving now?

"Because she didn't need to before," her uncle said. "She could handle it before."

"And now?"

My senior brother did not answer.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the exit. After a few steps, he stopped again without looking back.

"Ye Heng," he said, "when you arrive in Northern Yan, don't go to the Ye family first. Go to the Snow Mountain first. Open the door to the Ye family after you've seen the Snow Mountain."

Why?

"Because the person behind the door will lie to you."

After finishing his words, the senior master continued walking forward, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Ye Heng stood still, clutching the blood-stained sword tassel in his hand.

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker again.

Ye Beiyuan walked to his side, glanced at the sword tassel in his hand, and her expression changed.

"Is this my master's?"

"Um."

"she--"

"Still alive." Ye Heng put the sword tassel into his pocket, his voice calm. "But only for seven days."

He looked up at the boarding gate.

"Walk."

His senior master told him to go to the snow mountain first, but Ye Heng couldn't wait.

He had Ye Beiyuan investigate Ye Mingyuan's whereabouts, and they first went to the Ye family's old residence.

Ye Chengli is there, the transport document is there, and the truth from twenty years ago is there too. He doesn't want to save his master first and then come back to face a scene that has been wiped clean.

But this means he needs to act quickly and decisively.

Ye Heng did not go to the main gate of the Ye family.

He listened to his master's words.

The person behind the door might lie to him, so he decided not to look at them for now. He told Ye Beiyuan to park the car outside the back wall of the old house and go around it via an abandoned drainage ditch.

The drainage ditch was full of fallen leaves and stagnant water, and there was a rotten, sweet smell as you walked through it. Ye Heng walked in front, his divine sense close to the ground, avoiding the two patrolling Ye family guards. Ye Beiyuan followed behind him, her steps very light, her breathing almost inaudible.

"Senior," she suddenly whispered, "do you believe what my third uncle said?"

Which sentence?

"The sentence your father signed."

Ye Heng did not answer immediately.

He recalled the signature on the paper. The strokes were firm, with a hook at the end, indeed resembling Ye Chongshan's handwriting. But he had never seen his father write, only seen a calligraphy copybook. The copybook could be fake, and the signature could be fake, but the confident look in Ye Chengli's eyes when he handed him the paper didn't seem like a bluff.

"Find the evidence first," he said.

Ye Beiyuan did not ask any further questions.

At the end of the drainage ditch was an iron fence, behind which was the back wall of the ancestral hall.

Ye Heng used the Heavenly Mark Blade to cut the lock, and the two climbed into the courtyard. The lights were still on in the ancestral hall, but no one was there. Ye Beiyuan walked smoothly to the woodshed and pressed the jade pendant onto the blue bricks.

The wall has been breached.

This time, they didn't take the main passage, but instead went down a maintenance ladder on the side of the control room. The maintenance ladder was narrow, and the metal steps were badly rusted, creaking loudly when stepped on.

Halfway down, Ye Heng smelled a certain odor.

"You can smell it?" he asked.

"Hmm." Ye Beiyuan frowned. "This didn't have this smell before."

At the end of the maintenance ladder is a fire door.

The door wasn't locked; pushing it open led to a wider passageway. The walls on either side of the passageway were painted white, and explosion-proof lights were mounted on the ceiling, casting a cold, white light that made people's faces appear bluish.