Chapter 69: Probing the Mute Servant Again, Everything Will Be Revealed…

Eyes that had cried all night didn’t appear too swollen in the early morning.

A cool, damp cloth was placed perfectly over the young gentleman’s eyelids. As he sat up in a daze, it fell onto the brocade quilt with a soft plop.

“Young master?” Zhiqiu, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly came in to serve tea. The servant knelt by the bed and gently massaged Meng Jun’s legs.

“What happened to your shoulder?”

The young gentleman’s voice was still a bit muffled after moistening his throat. He noticed Zhiqiu’s obviously stiff shoulder, his left hand half-clenched under the quilt, and calmly asked.

In the corridor, servants with brooms were busy. First sprinkling water, then gently sweeping away fallen flowers, the soft swishing sound continued one after another. The sound seemed to fall on Zhiqiu’s face, draining away what little color remained.

Originally, those on night watch shouldn’t sleep too deeply, but last night something strange happened. He had been sitting properly in the outer room making knots, but after just glancing out the window, he immediately fell into a deep sleep. He only woke up when he heard movement from the inner room.

The pale-faced servant knew he couldn’t hide it, so he quickly kowtowed, “Young master, this servant knows he was wrong. This servant doesn’t know what happened last night. Please punish me.”

Although Zhiqiu didn’t understand what exactly had happened to him, falling asleep was a fact. Moreover, at such a critical time, it was fortunate that nothing had happened to Meng Jun. Otherwise, even if he died, he couldn’t escape the blame.

“It’s alright.” Meng Jun shook his head. He pondered for a moment, carefully asking about the process of Zhiqiu falling asleep last night, before casually finding an excuse to send the servant away.

When the footsteps in the corridor faded away, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the young gentleman’s nose. He tightly pursed his lips, pricked up his ears to listen for a while, then finally opened his left hand that he had been hiding all along.

Wrapped around his fingertips, held in his palm, were a few strands of black hair.

He didn’t know where they came from, but he had gripped them tightly.

The young gentleman took a deep breath. He only remembered tightly hugging a soft cloud last night, but now, the strands of hair entwined around his fingertips were clearly different from his own.

Meng Jun carefully compared them with his own hair tips. Before he could feel afraid, those slightly swollen phoenix eyes suddenly brightened for a moment.

His heart, pressed down in his chest, suddenly tightened. The young gentleman bit his lip hard, then gently brought the few strands of hair to his nose.

After a night, that familiar sweet scent was no longer obvious, but still faintly present. Like a thin thread, or a spring breeze, it seemed to blow that suppressed heart far away.

In a flash, an image appeared in his mind.

Meng Jun was startled and tidied his clothes before walking out. Wei Dan had only said that the mute servant had been secretly protecting him, so now… would she be nearby?

His steps crossing the threshold were somewhat uneasy. The young gentleman sat in the corridor, carefully observing his surroundings. From the rockery by the pond to the rooftops, he looked everywhere he could. But apart from the servants of the Meng household, there were only the familiar flowers and plants.

Since she was a guard—, those slightly swollen phoenix eyes narrowed, and he walked towards the pond with quick steps. That also meant that as long as he was in danger, that mute servant would surely appear.

Meng Jun scanned the man-high rockery. Just as he lifted his clothes to step onto the first large rock, he was grabbed by the legs by Zhidong and Zhiqiu, who were crying and blocking his path.

The servants cleaning the courtyard also fell to their knees, afraid that something might happen to Meng Jun.

They were busy trying to stop him.

The young gentleman on the rock had just barely steadied himself when he was hugged by the rushing servants, immediately swaying like an autumn leaf about to fall in the wind.

Seeing that his wide sleeves were about to touch the lotus leaves in the pond, Meng Jun simply fell backwards. He nervously closed his eyes and held his breath. If the mute servant didn’t appear, at worst he would just get his clothes wet from falling into the water, but if he choked on water, that would be quite uncomfortable for a while.

He now had the intention to test, and everything around him was extremely sensitive.

In his peripheral vision, among the blooming lotus flowers, a figure in dark clothes approached swiftly.

The mute servant came quickly, reaching out to embrace the young man who was about to fall, and with a neat turn, landed lightly.

The servants in the courtyard all breathed sighs of relief.

Zhiqiu was quicker-witted after all, and before the other servants could react, he quickly called out, “Fortunately, the master sent a secret guard to protect you. Young master, are you alright?”

He secretly pulled Zhidong, and the two crowded forward. Just as the mute servant was about to put the young man down, the young gentleman nestled in her arms suddenly clung to her neck and wouldn’t let go.

“No!” Meng Jun looked up, meeting those confused almond eyes, “I, I just twisted my waist, you carry me inside!”

Hearing this, Zhidong hurriedly went to fetch a doctor.

The young gentleman closed his eyes slightly, leaning in her embrace. The lifted pearl curtain made a crisp sound as it fell.

Zhiqiu carefully adjusted the height of the soft pillow, just directing the mute servant to carefully put Meng Jun down. As soon as his back touched the bedding, the young gentleman immediately frowned slightly, “Zhiqiu, quickly go get some hot water.”

That handsome face wrinkled into a bundle, his slender fingers pressing down, tightly gripping the mute servant’s sleeve in his palm.

“Young master, this servant will immediately order someone to—”

“You go yourself.” Meng Jun lifted his eyelids, shaking his head at him, “Don’t worry, this is someone from the Suqin Wang’s mansion, I trust them.”

“Ah.” The servant didn’t suspect anything and left. As soon as the footsteps in the corridor faded away.

The young gentleman, who had just been in apparent pain, glanced at the masked mute servant still bending over, and pulled her sleeve inward, “Since you know martial arts, you should also know some massage techniques for relief, right?”

“……”

“Mute servant.” There was still a faint blush on Meng Jun’s cheekbones, whether from the sun just now or from pain, that light pink was like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, sweeping away the sadness of the past few days. He softened his voice, pinching her sleeve and said softly, “Help me rub it.”