My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 275: Still Can’t Find Jian Yun

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Still Can’t Find Jian Yun

Hearing Chu Baihan’s voice, they gradually calmed down.

They stiffly raised their heads, gazing at Chu Baihan and the others with fearful eyes for a long time.

Finally, one of the women asked timidly, "Are you here to rescue us?"

"Yes, we are here to rescue you," Chu Baihan quickly nodded.

Hearing this from Chu Baihan, the women began to cry bitterly.

"Don’t be afraid, first calm down, and then tell us what exactly has happened to the An Family."

Chu Baihan patted their backs, patiently comforting them.

"You, you take him away!"

One of the women pointed at An Chengzhi’s corpse, speaking urgently.

"He is the young master of the An Family, An Chengzhi, right?" Chu Baihan asked tentatively.

"Yes."

"Ziyi, you handle it," Chu Baihan ordered indifferently.

"Yes." Ziyi quickly dragged An Chengzhi’s corpse away.

The emotions of the women finally stabilized.

"We are all from nearby villages, each kidnapped while out alone. Initially, we thought the Family Head of An wanted us to marry his son to bring him good fortune. But to our horror, after a few days in the mansion, we caught them killing some of the young servants, and we realized... that the young master had long been dead..."

"But the Family Head of An and the others couldn’t accept this fact, so they bought something from a Jianghu sorcerer, applying it to the young master’s body to preserve his flesh."

"To prove that he was alive, they insisted on us marrying him. Madam An even said that we should bear him a plump son."

At this point, the women shuddered.

Chu Baihan and Nan Xing’s expressions turned very cold, as they recalled...

Dongfang Yuan had also spoken of this.

"We refused adamantly, and they threw us in here."

"As for why the young male servants died... it’s because Madam An was worried we might be unchaste, so she ordered them killed. She said that without any other young men in the mansion, we would loyally serve the young master."

One of the women broke down as she spoke.

Another shivered as she added, "They even put those corpses outside, just to warn us."

"What about the young maidservants in the mansion?" Chu Baihan felt an uneasy suspicion and immediately asked.

"Reportedly, because they refused to serve the young master, they were killed early on."

The women started crying again.

At their age, to endure such an ordeal without going mad was already formidable.

"Beasts!" Yan Lian cursed through clenched teeth.

Taking a deep breath, he focused on the women and asked, "Have you seven been together all this time?"

"Yes, yes," they replied.

"Have any of you seen a girl named Jian Yun?" Yan Lian asked, a bit urgently.

"Jian Yun? No, we seven have always been together. We haven’t heard of anyone else. However, we were brought here last night, and Madam An said three more would join us tonight to marry the young master."

Three people?

Hearing this, Chu Baihan and the others’ expressions changed drastically.

That third person, it must be Jian Yun.

Where exactly had An Sheng and Dongfang Yuan hidden Jian Yun?

Yan Lian clenched his fists and angrily declared, "I shall kill those two old beasts right away!"

"Come back," Yan Lin said coldly.

Yan Lian could only clench his teeth and silently wait for the next plan.

"Have you ever stayed in the northernmost room of the mansion?" Chu Baihan continued to inquire.

"Are you talking about the one without the white lanterns?"

"Yes!"

"We’ve all lived there. In fact, we weren’t captured at the same time; some of us were taken a month ago, and some half a month ago, but we all have lived in that room."

"The An family claims it’s a guest room. Actually, it’s the room they use to imprison us. You have seen it when you just came in, haven’t you? That room and this ancestral hall are the only places without white lanterns hung. Madam An thinks this could prove that Young Master An hasn’t died!"

"What?" Yan Lian was a bit slow to respond.

At this moment, Chu Baihan spoke coldly, "What Dongfang Yuan means is that rooms without white lanterns are easier to identify, convenient for An Chengzhi’s spirit to find someone in the dead of night."

Yan Lian: "!!!"

"Stop, stop talking." His whole body broke out in goosebumps.

If he heard any more he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

"While Madam An claims that her son isn’t dead, she also worries that the servants’ yang energy might harm her son. Thus, except for themselves, everyone else must take medicine, turning us into neither human nor ghost."

So that was the case.

Chu Baihan furrowed his brows slightly.

No wonder he found the servants gaunt and seemingly at death’s door today.

Only the An couple still looked hale and hearty.

"Hmm, I really didn’t notice how much they love their son. They only force others, endangering other people’s lives, but they wouldn’t do anything that harms their own bodies!"

Nan Xing spoke sarcastically.

An Sheng and Dongfang Yuan, these two people were utterly shameless.

"Take them all out and burn this place down," Chu Baihan ordered coldly.

"Yes, Princess Consort." Nan Xing and the others quickly obeyed.

Princess Consort? The seven women looked at each other.

Earlier, when Yan Lian referred to himself as "this prince," they hadn’t fully grasped it.

But now, this term "Princess Consort" really hit home for them.

The one who had come to rescue them was the Princess Consort.

Everybody withdrew, and then Ziyi threw a torch inside.

Soon, fierce flames began to engulf the place.

By the time An Sheng and Dongfang Yuan reacted, the ancestral hall was already halfway burned down.

They arrived in haste, without even having the chance to straighten their clothes, bringing a few servants with them.

Seeing the raging fire, Dongfang Yuan nearly passed out.

"Quick, quick, put out the fire!" she shrieked in despair.

The remaining few servants prepared to fetch water.

But as soon as they turned around, they were knocked unconscious by Ziwu.

"You two despicable wretches, bringing doom upon us all, you dare bring outsiders here to harm your own husband,"

Dongfang Yuan shouted at Chu Baihan and Nan Xing.

It wasn’t hard for her to guess that Yan Lin and the others were brought in by them.

"You’re courting death!"

Yan Lin narrowed his eyes, his body radiating a murderous aura, his sword itching to move in his hand.

"Dongfang Yuan, does your mother, the senior Madam Dongfang, know about what you’ve been doing?"

Chu Baihan’s cold gaze fixed on Dongfang Yuan as he spoke sharply.

Hearing Chu Baihan mention her mother, Dongfang Yuan’s expression turned grave.

She bitterly asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"I am the Princess of Nanduan Kingdom, the Princess Consort of Yan Country, and of course, I am also a friend of Jian Yun," Chu Baihan answered coldly.

Princess of Nanduan Kingdom? Princess Consort of Yan Country? A friend of Jian Yun?

Hearing this, Dongfang Yuan staggered back a few steps, her face turning deathly pale.