Chapter 2359: Tossing and Turning

Shu Yu was surprised, "Master, you kept your eyes closed just now, and you could still see his face?"

Dongqing Temple master, "..." Is this disciple here to collect a debt? Every time we meet, she argues with me.

She simply closed her eyes again, Shu Yu chuckled, and didn’t say any more.

The surveillance from inside and outside the room resumed, and she silently massaged the shoulders of Dongqing Temple master, fulfilling her duty as a disciple.

However, when it got dark, Cheng Wu came and still took her to the room where Lord Cheng was.

Lord Cheng was anxious, and upon seeing her return, he slowly exhaled a breath.

But immediately after, Xia Yan frowned and said, "Young Madam, the Young Master hasn’t returned yet."

Shu Yu looked around, and indeed did not see Meng Yunzheng; it seemed Steward Rong had deliberately divided and imprisoned them separately.

"Don’t worry, they won’t do anything to us for now, Yun... it’s fine."

She walked over to Zhao Xi, "How is Cheng Xian?"

"I asked them for some medicine, fortunately, they still gave me some common and harmless ones; he’s not in any immediate danger, but the situation isn’t great either." Such an environment is obviously not suitable for healing.

Shu Yu couldn’t help with the treatment, but hoped Steward Rong would ’see sense’ soon, so they could leave earlier.

The group chatted for a while before quickly finding somewhere to rest.

Not far from them, in another courtyard, Steward Rong lay in bed but couldn’t sleep, his mind continuously replaying Shu Yu’s words.

What was his initial intention? Initially, he and his brother wanted a good life, so they followed Lord Gong.

However, his brother was talented and had a knack for martial arts, whereas he did not. So one became Lord Gong’s trusted aide, and he could only start with various trivial tasks.

In earlier years, Steward Rong felt unbalanced, but his brother died over a decade ago. It was then he realized that no matter how valued by his master, being at his beck and call, his life was never guaranteed.

He wanted to live and desired to have control, to become an official master whom others would serve.

If he helped the Second Prince succeed this time, he could become such a person.

But Dongqing Temple master said they were a spent force, and there would never be such happy days.

Originally, Steward Rong wasn’t meant to guard Dongqing Temple master and Lord Cheng; it was mainly because he was the first to know of the criticism, plus there were too few people available now, no more could be allowed to interact with Dongqing Temple master, so he was the one handling this matter.

Besides guarding, another very important task for Steward Rong was to get Dongqing Temple master to find a way to break out of the situation.

No matter if it’s through threats or bribes, as long as Dongqing Temple master speaks, he would be the hero.

Now it seemed the other party would never open their mouth; he couldn’t complete the task, and the higher-ups definitely wouldn’t let him off.

Steward Rong turned over, calculating in his mind. Should he get Dongqing Temple master to speak to break this situation or pledge loyalty to the current Emperor, which would be easier to accomplish?

He pondered over it the whole night.

The next day, Steward Rong, sleep-deprived, got up and stepped out, Cheng Wu gave him a few surprised looks.

Steward Rong glanced at him, "What’s wrong?"

"Steward Rong, last night you..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone ran over from a distance and handed Steward Rong a letter.

Steward Rong opened it and looked, the more he read, the more tense his lips became, and after a long while, as if he made some decision, he slightly lowered his eyes.