Chapter 14

Although it was only a temporary residence, she could see that You Wuming was usually very inattentive to his daily life.

The attendants had prepared high-quality silk bedding for him, but he had obviously not used it even once. It was still in the same shape as when it was folded on the bed, with only a small dent near the head of the bed. Sang Yuanyuan could even imagine You Wuming casually sitting there to cultivate.

He would bring some reports and military books to the bed to read, and then casually throw them at the head of the bed and the foot of the bed. Sang Yuanyuan carefully picked them up and looked at them, then put them back in their original places.

The language of this world was similar to a small book, and she could roughly understand 70% to 80% of it. The written grammar was very difficult to read, and there was no punctuation. After looking at it for a long time, she could only read a few pages, and could not find any useful information.

She did not know what she was looking for. In a desperate situation, if one did not want to sit and wait for death, they could only force themselves to move. Doing something casually might help them find a chance to turn things around.

There was a large black wooden cabinet by the wall.

Sang Yuanyuan carefully grasped the groove of the green jade and gently opened the cabinet door.

They were all his clothes.

Black, white, and gray, the style was simple, and the inconspicuous clawless hornless dragon was embroidered on it.

The clothes were folded very neatly, and it was clear at a glance. It did not look like anything was hidden.

She instinctively bent down and sniffed.

There was no smell.

There was a bed by the wooden window, and on the bed was a short white jade table. On the table was a black brush holder, some paper, ink, and other things.

Sang Yuanyuan looked through it, but still found nothing.

She came to the only conclusion — You Wuming really did not have a woman by his side.

Her gaze fell back to the bed, and suddenly froze.

She quickly walked a few steps, and carefully lifted the green jade pillow.

She saw a small black wooden box neatly hidden under the pillow. It looked quite old.

Her heart thumped, and she listened for a while. She heard the creaking sound of You Wuming pressing the rattan chair next door. Only then did she feel relieved and feel for the buckle, and gently opened the small wooden box.

In the exquisite silk cloth, there was a translucent white bead.

Memory Spirit Pearl.

By injecting spiritual essence into it, he would be able to record a short video and voice and store it in the bead. By injecting spiritual essence into it again, he would be able to read it repeatedly.

Only at the Spiritual Brilliance Realm can one release external spiritual accumulation.

She couldn't tell.

Sang Yuanyuan gloomily closed the wooden box and placed it back under the jade pillow.

It must be something very important, otherwise he wouldn't have placed it under his pillow. For someone like You Wuming, it was very rare for him to carry something other than a saber with him when he went out.

The wooden box was old and worn down. It was clear that You Wuming often held it in your hands.

As for that piece of silk cloth … it was obvious that it belonged to a woman.

It was a beautiful woman with a fiery red fragrance.

The Memory Spiritual Pearl must have something to do with her.

It's someone You Wuming really cares about.

Would a person like him even care about someone like him?

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't realize that the ghost-like man had quietly stood in front of her.

"What are you thinking about?" He returned to his careless appearance.

Sang Yuanyuan composed herself and looked up at him.

She had already washed away the disguise on her face. At this moment, she didn't wear any makeup. The afterglow of the setting sun added a faint golden makeup to her face. When she smiled, You Wuming narrowed his eyes.

"I'm thinking, when you win the battle and come back with me to see Imperial Father, what kind of chaotic scene will it be."

This was the scene she had imagined in the bathtub when he was stunned and absent-minded.

At this moment, she was dancing on the edge of a knife.

She had to make him interested in her. This way, she could save her little life.

But she couldn't make him interested in her too much. She couldn't arouse the kind of interest that men have for women.

You Wuming really did arouse his interest. The corner of his mouth hooked up. He casually sat down beside her and patted his knee. "It will be very interesting.

That old man Sang Chengyin will definitely raise his knife and chop me. "

"There's also Big Brother." Sang Yuanyuan tilted her head and asked with a smile, "Can you beat the two of them?"

There was an inexplicable feeling of peace and tranquility.

You Wuming seriously pondered for a while, then quickly tapped his knee and said, "It's hard to say.

I don't know how to fight. I only know how to kill. "

Listening to the meaning of these words, he didn't want to be serious with the Sang father and son.

Sang Yuanyuan was inexplicably comforted.

He tilted his head and looked at her. His eyes flashed with a dark light. He asked her, "What do you like about me?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" This was really difficult to make up.

"Is it this face?" He pulled at his own face without any pity.

Then he shook his head. "No, you've never seen me before."

"Because I'm good at killing?" He seemed to be asking her, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

He openly stared at her and complained loudly, "Are you sick, Little Sang Guo!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

"Alright." He came to a conclusion and seemed to be in a better mood. "Since you like to see me kill, I'll kill more for you to see in the future."

Sang Yuanyuan: "???" I'm not, I'm not. Don't talk nonsense.

He pointed to the inside of the bed. "Do you want to sleep?"

Sang Yuanyuan quickly shook her head. "I've cleansed my muscles and marrow. I can use cultivation to replace sleep."

"Then come with me and cultivate."

He looked extremely happy. He casually pulled a few times and lifted the thin silk bedding to the inside of the bed, making a large space.

He bent down, took off her shoes and threw them to the side. He grabbed her feet and sat in a standard meditation position.

He also kicked off his boots and jumped onto the bed.

The jade pillow blocked him, but he casually pushed it inside.

The ink-colored wooden box was exposed.

You Wuming froze as if his acupuncture points had been pressed.

He stretched out his hand and a faint green light appeared on his fingertips.

His slender fingers clasped the ink-colored wooden box. The green light flowed like water and gently resonated with the wooden box.

In the rippling water, several fingerprints could be clearly seen.

Small, delicate, and beautiful. It was obvious that it wasn't his.

He grabbed the wooden box in his palm and turned to look at her.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt as if someone had used an electric mosquito swatter to hit the back of her head and back.

Her body stiffened and her scalp went numb.

What to do?

Fight him to the death?

"No wonder." He suddenly smiled.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at him. She thought to herself, even if I have to risk my life, I have to scratch a few bloody marks on his face!

It would be best if I could bite his throat. Who knows, maybe I could bite it off?

"No wonder you're so sour." He curved his eyes. "You think this is something I like?

It's not.

It's my … mother. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

Which eye of his saw her jealous?

His ability to fill in the blanks was truly superb.

Wait, he didn't seem angry?

"Come here." He waved his hand.

Seeing that she didn't move, he stretched out his long arm and pulled her over, knocking her against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and opened the box under her eyes.

His chest trembled slightly as he said in amusement, "You found it but couldn't see it. Are you angry?"

Sang Yuanyuan could only go along with him. "It's very angry."

You Wuming laughed happily. As he laughed, he injected the green spiritual essence into the Spirit Memory Bead.

It would take some time for it to glow. He lazily rested his chin on top of her head and twirled the translucent bead in one hand. His other hand carelessly reached up and grabbed the bead in front of her body. He squeezed it a few times.

Sang Yuanyuan's mind buzzed. Her face instantly turned red and she retreated angrily.

"Don't move." His voice suddenly deepened. "It's rare for me to be so calm."

She bit her lower lip and stiffly turned her head to look at him.

His black eyes looked incomparably empty as he stared at the Spirit Memory Bead at his fingertips. His face was cold and hard, like a lifeless piece of wood.

Are you sick?

A lazy and strong female voice slowly floated out from the Spirit Memory Bead.

"My pitiful son, Mother has no choice but to abandon you.

Don't be sad, there's nothing to be sad about. Everyone will die, right?

Dying like this, you can still do something for mother. No matter where mother goes in the future, she will always remember this good baby who was willing to sacrifice for mother … … "

There was only darkness on the surface of the bead, and the scene at that time didn't appear.

You Wuming slowly held the Spirit Memory Bead in his palm.

His other hand also let go of her.

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly understood. At that time, he held the bead in his hand like this.

So, the one who spoke to him was his mother?

Could it be that five years ago … … he didn't go crazy, but killed in self-defense?

For a moment, Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what to feel in her heart.

He secretly used the Spirit Memory Bead to record what she said to him, but he didn't clear his name. Instead, he used an even bloodier method to mercilessly suppress those voices of discussion … …

Sang Yuanyuan's throat and hair went dry. She felt You Wuming's aura gradually turn cold. He retreated like the tide, far away from her. He threw the bead back into the wooden box and closed the wooden lid.

Then he sat on the bed and entered a meditative state, not looking at her again.

Sang Yuanyuan calmed her breathing and found a place not far from him to sit down.

Her heart was in a mess, and she couldn't calm down.

That incident happened five years ago.

When the King of You Province married his daughter, You Wuming went crazy. He led his trusted You Shadow Guards to wash the main hall with blood, and slaughtered all the You family members who came to congratulate him. Except for You Yingyue, who was about to marry to the State of Korea, no one was left alive.

After that, You Wuming didn't have the slightest regret. He stepped on a pool of blood and succeeded the throne. Then, he handed a jade slip stained with fresh blood to You Yingyue. He patted her shoulder and gently told her that after arriving at the State of Korea, she must not lose face for You Province.

The handprint stained with the blood of a relative was branded on the shoulder of the big red wedding dress.

You Yingyue was limp as she was carried onto the bridal carriage.

No one knew what methods You Wuming used to suppress the voices of opposition. The result was that You Province unanimously supported the new King, and those impeachment memorials sent to Tiandu all disappeared like mud and stones in the sea.

Since then, no matter which province, people who openly discussed this matter would always die an unnatural death.

The name You Wuming gradually became a taboo.

Sang Yuanyuan shook her head in disbelief.

Was there some kind of inside story behind this?

What reason did the wife of the old King of You have to force her son to rebel?

Moreover, five years ago, You Wuming was already a peerless expert, and his wings were fully grown. His mother couldn't speak in such a dominant tone in front of him.

It was more like … facing a young and defenseless child.