Chapter 68: The Mute Bodyguard Is Willing to Accompany Her Below

Qi Yun arrived quickly.

The young man instinctively wanted to dodge, but after taking half a step back, he stopped himself. Although Qi Yun was somewhat insane, he had said something very true.

Moreover, he was willing to go down to accompany her.

Those tear-filled phoenix eyes slowly closed, and the dancing hem of his robe in the wind still carried the small flowers he had carefully selected earlier.

He slowly relaxed his fingers, standing quietly in place. The wind whistled in his ears, as if carrying small stones with great force.

“Mmph.”

The expected pain did not come. Instead, Qi Yun, who was holding the short knife, let out a muffled groan and slowly fell down.

Wei Dan, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared and carried the person on her back. She lowered her head and said softly, “Young Master.”

“Wei Dan?” Meng Jun, who had wiped away his tears, opened his eyes to see Li Ruantang’s personal maid. He looked at her with some surprise, “You… why are you here?”

If Qi Yun had not lied, then Wei Dan should not have appeared here today.

Could it be…

His heart stirred, but when he saw the maid dressed all in white, the heart that had just warmed up instantly sank back into an icy lake.

“The Young Miss had instructed this servant earlier to protect the Young Master at all costs, regardless of life or death,” Wei Dan said respectfully. Glancing at the dejected young man, she added, “But the household has been busy these past two days, and this servant was unable to be in two places at once.”

Meng Jun self-mockingly picked up the small flower hanging on his robe. He couldn’t say anything. The young man silently crouched down, burying his head in his arms and crying softly and suppressedly.

“Young Master.” Wei Dan felt distressed hearing this. She glanced at the mute slave who had followed, and hurriedly said, “It’s already rare for joyous and sorrowful events to coincide. Lord Meng is doing this for your own good.”

“These past few days, this servant has had to handle affairs at Prince Su’s residence, so I chose a new secret guard to protect you,” she pointed to the black-clothed, masked woman standing to the side. “This mute slave is very reliable, just that her face was badly burned earlier, leaving her disfigured and unable to be seen in public.”

“Now that Young Master Qi has fainted, this servant will take him back to the residence first.”

She hurriedly left carrying Qi Yun on her back, leaving behind the mute slave and Meng Jun, as well as the servant holding a willow branch, unsure whether to approach or not.

The young man’s sobbing was suppressed to an extremely low volume.

The gentle wind and warm sunlight could not thaw his frozen heart.

Just as he was crying miserably, his feet suddenly left the ground. Those red and swollen phoenix eyes stared blankly at the masked person, so startled that he could only stammer incoherently, “How dare you! You, I… what are you doing?”

The gentle embrace was fleeting. The mute slave pointed at the large rock standing in front of them, then used her own sleeve to wipe it clean.

“You… want me to sit here?”

Meng Jun sniffled. He hesitated, standing in place. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but now that he stood up, he realized his calves were numb and cold, and he couldn’t stand very steadily.

But sitting here felt like losing face somehow.

He was the master, after all. How could he let a servant casually carry him around? Especially on a day like today.

The young man secretly grew angry in his heart. He picked up a small pebble and threw it hard at the mute slave. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

“Who gave you permission to touch me!”

He vented his anger by picking up a handful of pebbles and throwing them all at the innocent, well-meaning mute slave. Yet this person was so simple-minded that no matter how Meng Jun took out his anger on her, she did not retreat.

As the young man threw and threw, tears welled up in his eyes again. He leaned against the large rock, and thinking about how he couldn’t even see her one last time, he cried even more uncontrollably, his flowing sleeves becoming cold and wet.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, and the mute slave loyally stood in front of him, perfectly shading him with her shadow.

Meng Jun’s spirits, which had just barely recovered, were quickly exhausted by crying.

Especially since the handkerchief in his hand had fallen to the ground again, covered in dirt and tears, crumpled into a dirty ball.

The young man’s nose had turned red from crying. He sniffled and looked up, about to call a servant to bring another handkerchief.

In the narrow shade, the mute slave reached out, offering a plain handkerchief she had been carrying for a long time.

Meng Jun glared at her, but at this point his eyes were so swollen that the displeased expression was barely noticeable.

“I won’t use yours.”

For some reason, he always wanted to get angry at her. Perhaps it wasn’t just because of her presumptuous actions earlier, but also because of her silhouette.

The young man stubbornly turned his head away, refusing to look at her. His temples throbbed after crying, and suddenly the smell of blood rushed to his nose.

Before he could call anyone.

A plain handkerchief very precisely pinched his nose. The mute slave stood respectfully at arm’s length from him, only reaching out to carefully stop his nosebleed.

Amidst the smell of blood was a faint, sweet scent, barely perceptible.

Meng Jun was stunned and was about to take a closer look at her face. But the mute slave had already respectfully retreated. She stood with her head lowered, while the young man tightly held the handkerchief to his nose. Apart from the smell of blood, the faint sweet scent from earlier had vanished without a trace.

It seemed as if it had all been his imagination.

Meng Jun’s eyebrows and eyes drooped, and he stood up feeling dejected and disappointed. Even if he couldn’t attend her small funeral, secretly paying respects would be good too.

He called a servant to help him stand up. After walking a few steps, he said quietly to Zhi Qiu, “Tell that person behind us to buy some gold ingots and candles to place in our courtyard.”

“Young Master.” Zhi Qiu only glanced back for a moment before fearfully whispering in his ear, “That person doesn’t seem trustworthy. Following us like this, could it be dangerous?”

“It’s fine, she’s from Prince Su’s household, a mute secret guard,” Meng Jun said as he got into the carriage with the servant’s help. He glanced sideways at the woman standing far from the carriage and said to Zhi Qiu, “I’ve heard some people are born deaf and mute. Just now when I spoke with her, we were facing each other. Perhaps she can read lips.”

Talk to this mute slave face to face?

Zhi Qiu was stunned, so scared he almost cried. He very reluctantly went forward, mustering up his courage. The mute slave reached out and handed over paper and brush that she had been carrying.