A sudden, unusual noise came from the inner room where Yang Qing was staying, cutting Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou's conversation short. They darted toward the room, one behind the other.
They both knew Yang Qing's physical condition all too well. That was precisely why they had chosen this approach to his dealings with Murong Qian rather than meddling recklessly.
What they feared most now was that his body would fail him again because of Murong Qian.
"Young master, are you all right?"
Bu Er reached the bedroom door first and pushed it open in one swift motion.
His eyes were bloodshot. He dreaded walking in to find Yang Qing lying on the floor, clutching his chest.
Behind him, Jiang Zhizhou's expression was equally grave.
His worry was no less than Bu Er's, but there were still many matters that depended on him. He could only suppress his emotions and remain silent.
To their surprise, however, Yang Qing was still standing there, perfectly fine. They froze for a moment. "That noise just now..."
Yang Qing raised a hand and pointed behind him. Someone was standing there.
The man was already besieged on every side, however, for the moment he entered, he had found himself trapped.
He had merely tried to come through the window, only to discover that a small mechanism was attached to its inner side.
What left him speechless was that, small as the mechanism was, he could not free himself.
At the sight of this uninvited guest, a faint smile curved Bu Er's lips.
He walked over slowly and drew the dagger he always kept in his sleeve. With a swish, he set it beneath the intruder's chin.
"My friend, with the weather this bitterly cold, why go to all the trouble of breaking in through a