A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1689 - 362: Sibling Reunion and Self-Knowledge (Part 2)
The woman took a sip and spat it into the jar, receiving the napkin handed over by the servant and wiped her mouth, her every move exuding a naturally elegant charm.
The woman stood up, and stepped away from the dining room. ๐ฏ๐ป๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ท๐๐ฟ๐๐.๐๐ธ๐ข
He sat there alone, and the enormous dining room suddenly felt so cold.
"Young Master, the Madam wants me to take you somewhere." Butler Ziyu approached him and said.
The dark basement was filled everywhere with the smell of dampness and decay, nauseatingly revolting.
There was a faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
And those groans, rising and falling, as if they were the wails of vengeful ghosts...
Yun Miao walked with Butler Ziyu, his expression anxious.
Butler Ziyu sighed, arriving at a cell door, where the guard at the entrance saluted respectfully and then opened the cell door.
Yun Miao stood at the cell door but did not step inside.
Inside the cell, it was very dark, very dim. Suddenly, a beam of strong light shone from above, illuminating the room as bright as day. That light fell just by his feet.
In the center of the cell, hung a man whose clothes no longer revealed their original color, as if fished out from bloody water. Large and small wounds on his body were inverted, exposing festering, pus-filled injury riddled with ants... The impact of this image was far too overwhelming; Yun Miao held his convulsing stomach with one hand and leaned to the side, retching violently.
Butler Ziyu waved his hand, and the guardโs whip, soaked in salt water, lashed down on the man repeatedly, his throat long hoarse, his cries of pain transforming into suppressed moans.
"This person offended the Young Master and deserved to die."
This man was that drunk from the other night, merely intoxicated for a moment, yet she tortured him with such cruel methods. Was it truly for his sake? Or simply to satisfy her twisted, perverse desires?
He stumbled and fled in panic.
Butler Ziyu watched the boyโs panicked escape, sighed: "The Madam has gone too far...."
His words fell, and he waved his hand, stopping the sound of the whip.
"Make it quick for him." Hailan, learning of the boy dining with Queen, felt both jealous and unwilling. What is this boyโs background? Why does Queen treat him so differently? This was Queenโs first time dining with someone.
It was indeed strange.
But no matter what, this boy can no longer stay by Queenโs side.
He had planned it all out; killing him was impractical, only sending him away, disguised as if he fled himself, could deceive Queenโs eyes. Tomorrow, a ship was setting sail; he bribed a sailor on board and would trick the boy to hide on the ship. Once in the sea, he would have the sailor throw the boy overboard to feed the sharks. By then, far across the Nanhai, Queen would never find this boy again, and he would completely clear himself of suspicion.
The next day, the weather was harsh, looming rain.
Yun Miao awoke early with a headache, looking dispirited, took the medicine delivered by a servant, and then slept.
Qingyun checked several times, seeing the boy in deep sleep, paid no heed.
A maid passing by accidentally twisted her ankle, spilling the garbage in her hands onto Qingyun. The maid immediately panicked and knelt on the ground.
Qingyun frowned, waved at her: "Be careful next time."
The maid was immediately relieved and left.
Qingyun smelled the stain on his clothes, the odor was intoxicating...
Thinking the Young Master would sleep longer, he decided to go back and change clothes quickly, swiftly return.
With this in mind, he left quickly.
Hearing footsteps fade away outside, the boy lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
Taking out a bundle from under the bed, revealing a maidโs uniform, he quickly changed into it, with a wig inside. After finishing everything, he checked in the mirror. Having slept for two years, he was emaciated, skeleton-thin, wearing womenโs clothing inconspicuously. Except for his height, which was relatively exposed, he hunched his body while walking to conceal it.
Grabbing a handgun, he glanced around the room, leaving without a backward glance.
Walking out of the Holy Palace, his eyes forward and unwavering. He was familiar with the nearby terrain, easily leaving the Holy Palaceโs perimeter, reaching a secluded place, where he changed out of the maid uniform into the soldierโs attire prepared beforehand, put on the hat, and joined the patrol group at the end.
By the sea, an aircraft carrier was quietly parked there, with soldiers undergoing boarding inspections one by one. Yun Miao lowered his eyes, standing at the very end, felt his pocket, pulled out an identification card, bearing name and photo, the person in the photo was him.
Hailan spared no effort in sending him away, naturally he could not let his painstaking efforts go unrewarded.
A trace of a cold smile crossed his eyes.
When it was his turn, he handed over the ID, the soldier inspecting compared the photo with his face, confirmed and waved him through.
Boarding the ship, he looked back at the island behind him, the Holy Palaceโs golden dome stood at the islandโs center, symbolizing nobility and authority.
The sea breeze swept across his eyes, mysterious and cold.
Someday, I will return.
By then, it will be either you who dies, or I who survives...
At eight oโclock sharp, the aircraft carrier officially set sail.
Sailing slowly across the sea, like a giant white beast floating on the surface, waves unfurling softly on the sea, the sky high and sea vast, from now on no one could imprison him.
Hailan watched from afar as the carrier gradually turned into a white spot on the sea, a slow smile spreading at the corner of his mouth.
Brat, see what you can do to compete with me, go feed the sharks.
Waiting until midday, the Young Master had yet to emerge, Qingyun sensed something wrong, took the initiative to knock, but received no response.
He opened the door to enter; the room remained quiet, the sea breeze fluttering the curtains, carrying salty, damp air within.
The bed was bulging.
"Young Master?" He called softly, then recalling the Young Master couldnโt hear, approached and lifted a corner of the quilt.
What he saw left him dumbfounded.
Pillows stuffed under the covers, no trace of the Young Master.
He hurried to the bathroom, no one; the corridor, also empty, his heart plummeting at once.
He immediately dialed Butler Ziyuโs phone, reporting the Young Masterโs disappearance. Shocked, Butler Ziyu issued a series of orders, commanding the Royal Guard to search for the Young Masterโs whereabouts, putting the entire island on lockdown.
"If you donโt find the Young Master, donโt bother coming back alive." Butler Ziyu hung up the call.
Qingyun stared at the disconnected phone, pressing his thin lips, ran out swiftly.
"Disappeared?" The womanโs brows slightly arched, revealing no trace of surprise.
Butler Ziyu bowed slightly: "Yes, I already dispatched people to search, the Young Master likely sneaked off to play, shouldnโt have gone far...."
He remained uncertain, with Qingyunโs report, it was clear the Young Master planned an escape, but the Young Masterโs mind wasnโt sharp, how did he slip out?
This required meticulous thought and a perfect plan, attributes entirely out of the Young Masterโs league...
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, looking at the woman, a knowing smile gracing her lips, clearly having seen through everything.
The Young Master...
"I really underestimated him; these days must have been arduous for him to endure." The woman taunted with laughter.
Hailan knelt at her feet, gently massaging her calves, his lowered eyes gleaming with pride; the world finally quieted, the master was solely his.
Yet... now he realized, the boy had been feigning, acting as if deaf and mute, pretending to be a fool, was he merely awaiting the opportunity to escape?
