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Chapter 579: There is a Plan in the Mystery
Chapter 579: Chapter 579: There is a Plan in the Mystery
Hehe, the dawn is in sight now—this is the hope His Majesty has brought her.
She couldn’t help but smile sweetly, and praised again, "My Lord, you really have found my brothers for me."
If the rattan has been seen, could they be far away?
The Emperor smiled, simply stroking her head without answering.
In his heart, he still pondered, why had it happened twice in a row that someone made her feel her brother’s presence?
In Taiyuan Prefecture, it was indeed Lian Mu, and now, the rattan he bought by chance also did.
The matter regarding Lian Mu could be explained, after all, two characters in his name sounded the same as her elder brother’s, and he too initially had this thought; naturally, she was prejudiced and, seeing the name, she also believed it was her brother. That could be understood.
But the arrival of this piece of rattan was truly strange, without signs or omens, very abrupt.
The most mysterious part was that, no matter how much he thought about it, recalling in detail the cause and effect of his initial purchase, he couldn’t find any clues. It was really too coincidental.
That day outside the Imperial Academy, stepping out of the carriage was a whim, wandering the market was also a whim, and seeing the rattan was unintended. He bought it without much thought, and it happened to be one made by her third brother?
After the purchase, even more things happened in the former court and the harem, and he had forgotten them until today when he saw them again.
He believed that no one could set such a stage, to calculate his actions with such precision.
But he believed in the judgment of his Little Concubine, just as some people are born good at reading and writing, his Little Concubine has a natural talent and expertise in these playful matters, hence he trusted her judgment.
Could it indeed be the arrangement of destiny, something preordained?
Yet now, in an autumn of numerous concerns, he can’t help but wonder further.
The Emperor looked at Lian Hua, his Little Concubine who was now sitting at the table, holding the rattan in her hand unwilling to let go, the smile on her face never ceasing.
The remaining four clay figures on the table have been pushed aside by her.
His gaze softened a bit.
He never used to believe in fate before, chasing after what he wanted. If he had waited for destiny to deliver, he would have died many times over by now.
But his Little Concubine, she made him believe that there is such a thing as fate, which is truly indescribable – otherwise, among the harem, two people whose paths he had cut off, not meeting for two years, why then did they meet again that one time?
He admits that after the reunion, every time he saw his Little Concubine, he subconsciously wanted to tease her, which was unprecedented for him.
Some people no matter how you look at them, can’t catch your eye, but some like his Little Concubine, catch the eye and enter the heart at first glance.
Isn’t that fate? Isn’t that the best arrangement heaven could give him?
Oh well, maybe it really is just a coincidence.
If so, that would be excellent.
Lian Hua was unaware that the Emperor had endlessly churned these thoughts in his mind. She felt extremely happy, happier than she had ever been before.
She couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. Just glancing at the rattan in her hand, she would start to laugh.
She picked up the rattan and swung it a few times, unable to refrain from exclaiming in admiration: "Still, the rattan woven by my third brother is the handiest, haha."
The rattan woven by her third brother was the best in the world, unrivalled by any other.
That day, Lian Hua’s drooping spirits had vanished, and her argumentative demeanor was nowhere to be seen; she was very approachable and greeted everyone with a smile.
She lavished praise upon the Emperor, her words as sweet as if they were free of charge, and even proactively rewarded him, quite generously.
Unable to contain her excitement, she hurried off to share the news with Nanny Qi. On her way, she came across the pitiable Xiao Jizi, who was struggling with moving a beanstalk, and with a grand gesture, she rescued him on the spot.
After leaving Nanny Qi, she returned the old rattan, which she had improved several times, to Pang Ya with a show of magnanimity.
Seeing how Xiao Linzi trembled in fright, she also briskly promised him she would try to scare him less in the future.
Brandishing the rattan around Canglan Court, she strutted with an air of authority, occasionally swinging it around, never letting the smile on her face fade, showering praises on everyone she met until they were all beaming with joy.
The Emperor, left with no choice but to smile helplessly, indulged her, and his mood significantly improved.
He quietly instructed Zhang Qing to thoroughly investigate the person and the incident involving the rattan, hoping that this might lead to locating her family, which would not only be a joyous occasion but also alleviate a nagging worry in his heart.
The twighlight settled in the southwest of the suburban capital.
Wang San, according to the plan, set his trap early at a concealed spot. This was part of the retreat route he had discussed with Uncle Ma. The other routes had also been trapped by others, a precaution in case they needed to evacuate.
If anyone were to give chase, they would lead them here, trick them into the trap, and then scatter through the side paths to escape.
After setting the trap, Wang San inspected it and, satisfied that there were no visible signs of tampering, took to the main road, ready to meet up with the others.
With long legs that carried him swiftly, his reputation for being quick had earned him the nickname "Wind Chaser" from a South Yue boss when he used to work on the water.
As he ran, he suddenly felt a twinge in his stomach. Frowning, he muttered to himself, "Why now of all times, just when I don’t need it?"
Lately, he had consumed too much spicy food, which led to less than smooth bowel movements, often leaving him struggling in the privy for a long time, sometimes without success!
Oh dear mother, it’s maddening when it won’t come when you want it to, yet comes unexpectedly when you least expect it!
The timing was all arranged; if he were to spend time squatting now, he could delay the rendezvous and potentially jeopardize the entire plan.
With that thought, Wang San tried to suppress the urge, but the pain in his stomach only grew worse, slowing his pace considerably.
Finally, glancing at the setting sun and estimating the time, he calculated that he was still swift enough to arrive on schedule if he hurried.
Persuaded by this thought, he quickly found a patch of dry grass to squat in.
After relieving himself, he felt much lighter all over. He sighed contentedly, stood up, and fastened his belt with a sense of satisfaction.
Before leaving, he glanced back, pulled some dried grass to cover the spot, and then dashed off towards his destination, as light as a breeze.
Soon after, a gust of wind blew away the dried grass, leaving a scent that wafted for miles.
It was a night of dark skies and howling winds.
Uncle Ma and his men had been lying in wait at their spots for some time.
As the appointed time arrived, Guo Neng’s men appeared as expected, and only after they made sure the others had thrown the silver into the river, according to their instructions, did the figure hiding in a nearby bush silently slip away.
Downstream of the Yongding River, Uncle Ma and his people crouched patiently around, vigilant and listening intently.
Soon, the scout returned with a secret signal.
After waiting a little longer, Uncle Ma gave a signal, and Rash Ge, who was closest to the bank of the Yongding River, immediately dove into the water. Soon, he surfaced and slapped the water three times.
The people lurking at different points sprang into action upon receiving the signal and set out.
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