Chapter 1252 - 1252 1252 It's Her (6)

1252: Chapter 1252: It’s Her (6) 1252: Chapter 1252: It’s Her (6) Yu Qingfeng finished speaking and looked at Yang Ruxin, “Young master, I wish to see the Miss.”

“Although you speak clearly, I cannot dare to let you go,” Yang Ruxin waved his hand, “I must confirm it first before I can completely trust you.”

Yu Qingfeng furrowed his brows.

Yang Ruxin then had Du Man bring over pen and ink, “I must confirm with your Miss and Senior Tang before I can trust you.

Speak, do you have any special marks or titles that others wouldn’t know?” Saying this, he gestured towards Gu Qingheng.

“When I was dispatched to the Miss’s side, I was implanted with the Absolute Loyalty Poisonous Insect,” Yu Qingfeng stretched out his left hand and revealed a black line running from the tip of his ring finger down to the palm.

In the center of his palm, there formed a black circle, “This was nurtured with the blood from the Miss’s umbilical cord at birth, only the Miss can control it, and only she can remove it.

Should I harbor even the slightest of wrongful thoughts against the Miss, my palm would begin to decay…”

The corners of Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched as he thought to himself that no wonder Yu Chunian and Tang Qian felt so at ease letting a boy accompany their daughter—it turned out there was the power of control.

Gu Qingheng then wrote a note and handed it to Yang Ruxin.

After examining it, Yang Ruxin felt there was no issue and immediately went to the window, pushing it open to let out a whistle.

Before long, two large creatures made their way in one after the other.

Yu Qingfeng let out a start, but upon seeing Xiaohei and his mate, his eyes widened in shock—this person raised two top-grade Hai Dongqing?

Who exactly is he?

Yang Ruxin tied the note to Heihei’s claw, then looked at Xiaohei, “Let your wife deliver a message to my master.”

Xiaohei went over to nuzzle Heihei on the head.

Heihei cried out twice, then rubbed against Yang Ruxin’s legs and waddled over to the window.

It jumped onto the sill, gave a loud call, and soared into the clouds.

Xiaohei followed suit and darted out as well.

“Just wait, by the latest tomorrow noon, there will be a reply,” said Yang Ruxin, glancing at Yu Qingfeng, “Don’t think too much, get some rest.”

In the room with two beds, Yu Qingfeng occupied one, but it was inconsequential to Shadow Three and Shadow Seven—they needed to take turns keeping watch, so one bed was enough.

In another inn not far from the one where Yang Ruxin was staying, in a Tianzihao room upstairs,

a man wearing a mask radiated waves of cold aura, making the already chilly room even more bone-piercingly cold.

“Saved by someone?” The masked man’s voice was gentle, but it unnervingly lodged in people’s throats, “Who saved him?”

The man kneeling below trembled, but dared not hold back his answer, “They were two esteemed young masters, one tall, one short, with two guards and two maids…

Their accents were not from around here, they seem to be from the north…”

“Young master?” The masked man seemed to frown slightly and pulled a scroll from his sleeve, unfurling it, “Is it her?” It was a portrait of Yang Ruxin, lifelike to the point the skill could rival modern-day sketch artistry.

The kneeling man hurriedly raised his head and scrutinized it for a long while before frowning slightly, “The likeness is very striking, but that is in men’s clothing…” Suddenly something dawned on him, his eyes widened, “Dressed as a man?

That must be her…”