Ning Zihuan glanced disdainfully at her hand, "Did you wash your hands?" Yanyan: ...I knew this young master wasn’t easy to serve. Stepping out of the hospital room, Mingyue slipped beside her: "Uncle Chang is here." This floor prohibited idle people from coming and going; Uncle Chang was waiting at the corridor entrance for her. "Miss, are you alright?" Uncle Chang looked at her worriedly; heaven knows how worried he was when he heard that Miss had an accident. Day after day without stability, why is Miss plagued with such misfortune? He knew very well that all this disaster originated from one person; as long as the source could be cut off, Miss’s days would be better. "It’s fine." Yun Ya waved her hand, then asked, "Have you figured out who did it?" Uncle Chang leaned close to her ear and whispered something. Yun Ya sneered, "I knew it would be ." "But this person is very cunning, skilled in disguise, our people couldn’t catch them." "You said she was severely injured?" Yun Ya squinted her eyes. "Yes, Young Master Yan’s people severely injured her." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noᴠelfire.net Severely injured yet able to run, this person is far more cunning than Dong Xieyou. "She won’t get far, she’s definitely somewhere in Jiangzhou, dig deep and bring her out for me." "Yes." Uncle Chang hurriedly left. Yun Ya stayed there for a while, casually smoothing her skirt, then turned and walked out. Yan He walked towards her, clearly stunned upon seeing Yun Ya. Yun Ya greeted her with a smile as gentle as the spring breeze: "Hello, I am Ji Yunya." Such gentleness and friendliness, it seems the fierce and cold woman from last night was just a figment of her imagination. Yan He inwardly criticized the hypocrisy, but outwardly showed a faint smile: "Hello Miss Ji, I am Xiao He." Yun Ya raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is Xiao He a local from the Capital City?" Yan He laughed: "Yes." A Capital City accent, hard not to notice. "What a coincidence, Brother Yan is also a local from the Capital City." Yun Ya smiled, her gaze fixed on Yan He’s face. Although it was a seemingly gentle look, for some reason, it made Yan He’s spine chill. Clenching her fists, Yan He hated the way this woman seemed to flaunt calling Brother Yan. She laughed and said, "Boss has spoken of Miss Ji, didn’t expect you to be more beautiful than the photo, Boss is truly lucky." The tone seemed so familiar with Yan Song, enough to share her photo, not easy for someone as aloof as Yan Song. Enough to prove she was somewhat special in Yan Song’s eyes. Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, her smile growing even more gentle: "Really? I haven’t heard Brother Yan mention you yet, but maybe it’s because my time with Brother Yan has been too short, anyway, there’s plenty of time in the future." Xiao He turned slightly pale and grinded her teeth in secret, this woman’s words were full of sarcasm, what was she so proud of? Yun Ya sighed and said softly, "Brother Yan and I were childhood sweethearts, since being together we rarely have been separated for this long, when I’m not by Brother Yan’s side, I rely on you all to take care of him. When I have time, I will treat you all to dinner." Childhood sweethearts? A huge rift opened in Yan He’s heart, blowing cold wind inside. She knew this woman was deliberately flaunting, who doesn’t understand a woman’s little thoughts? But at this moment, she was indeed deeply hurt, jealous of this woman’s childhood companionship with him, disgusted by her gentle yet mocking demeanor when saying those words, what does the National Goddess matter? What does the worship of the people matter? She was merely a hypocritical and petty woman. This she used to comfort herself in her heart, thinking Yan Song liked only this appearance, or maybe he was bewildered by her looks, if he knew the sharpness beneath her skin, how could he possibly like him? As if intentionally comforting herself, she kept repeating in her heart. "Xiao He, did you hear what I said?" Yan He suddenly woke up and stammered, "I’m very busy, don’t have that much time, we can talk later." The young girl gently smiled, her expression and movements carrying an indescribable elegance and nobility, like a lofty princess. That intangible sense of superiority and commanding presence was most lethal. Even though the two were physically close, there seemed to be a chasm between them, she was in the clouds, ethereal and noble, while she fell into muddy dust, lowly and small. At that moment, she wanted to cry, why was it ? Why? This kind of shadowy illusion deeply tormented her mind, as if no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t compare to her. Watching the almost fleeing silhouette, Yun Ya’s lips slightly curled up, "With such skills, trying to show off in front of me, better go back and practice for another five hundred years."