Imperial Treasure-Chapter 729 - 450: Wooden Box
Perhaps to say she was involved was impossible; after all, her appearance... was too fiercely independent.
The person screaming in agony behind her seemed to have absolutely no connection with her,
which only made her appear even more mysteriously inscrutable.
And terrifying.
There was a sense of omnipotence at her fingertips.
--Killing someone right under the Imperial Guards’ eyes... without any connection, silently and quietly; wasn’t that terrifying?
She stepped over the thin layer of snow, passing through the sparse yet unique plum trees, peacefully amidst the dancing plum blossoms and snow.
A few Imperial Guards hesitated but stepped back to clear a space after she passed by...
revealing the figure of Yue Beiqing behind them.
No one knew when he had arrived, standing there glowing, with a slight smile.
As she approached, within arm’s reach of Sui Yi, the Imperial Guards gathered around, preventing others from overhearing their conversation.
"Miss Sui, it’s been a long time,"
Sui Yi looked at him, "It has been quite long..." Her voice was slightly hoarse yet lingering.
Yue Beiqing glanced at the miserable condition of Sherlock behind him and raised his eyebrows, "If he were to die, it would indeed be troublesome for our Imperial Guards"
Sui Yi glanced at her, "Would it be troublesome for you?"
That question carried an inexplicable depth.
Yue Beiqing maintained her facial expression, her smile gentle; "Sort of"
"That’s good," Sui Yi said indifferently.
Uh... that remark...
Yue Beiqing gestured innocently with her hands, "Have I offended Miss Sui?"
Sui Yi looked down, extended her hand, and let a fallen plum blossom land on her fingertip, gently pinched it, and said softly, "He’s barely alive, using a few more tricks is nothing... but we cannot afford delays."
What should have been a voice filled with loathing and resentment was instead gentle and elegant, remarkably reserved and immovable as a mountain.
Yue Beiqing was taken aback, then quickly cupped her hands in salute, bending over, "Thank you, Miss Sui, for showing mercy."
She quickly ran to Sherlock’s side.
Upon inspection, hmm, he was indeed still breathing.
Barely alive, right?
This was not mercy, but ruthless cruelty.
She turned her head toward that retreating figure.
It seems she truly despised this Sherlock... no, she despised MEID deeply.
Yue Beiqing’s eyes darkened as she ordered people to take Sherlock and his group away.
Meanwhile, Sui Yi stood among the swirling snow, looking towards the people around.
Yhan Qingwu and Su Zimu were right there, and they had never been in touch before, but perhaps there was no need for contact...
A meeting today was enough to dispel all concerns and barriers.
Yhan Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief but did not step forward to speak, neither did Su Zimu or Ye Zixu.
A moment later, Mo Ke and Sui Yi were walking towards the administrative building, the corridor serene, with the landscape outside increasingly covered in thick snow...
Fatty Gao followed a few meters behind them, holding the box, happily jumping around to admire the scenery in Beijing University.
Up ahead, Mo Ke strolled leisurely.
"You haven’t been here in months; the flowers in Yuxiu Garden have already changed seasons," she spoke softly, her voice rich with literary grace, similarly reflected in her person, with an ancient book tucked in her hands.
The aura of the book was profound and fragrant.
"They will change back," Sui Yi looked toward the scenery outside the corridor, her steps halting, "Thank you for the medicinal herbs you sent."
"It was just a few herbs; with Miss Jiang’s medical skills, it was merely gilding the lily..."
Although Mo Ke said so, she was slightly puzzled, her gaze resting momentarily on Sui Yi’s left hand tucked in her pocket, based on previous estimates, this person should have recovered in no more than a month, yet it took two...
Sui Yi did not speak, but turned her head and softly called out, "Gao."
Fatty Gao hurriedly jumped down from the viewing platform, presenting the box with both hands, Sui Yi reached out with her left hand, holding the box.
Handed it over.
"I came across this the other day; you might like it..."
A carved sandalwood box, its contents unknown, Mo Ke didn’t look further, stretching out her hands to accept it.
"It’s thoughtful of you."
Since she had shown kindness, why not accept it gracefully, no need to say thanks, just let the giver feel at ease...
But when Mo Ke’s fingers briefly brushed Sui Yi’s while receiving the box...
That left hand wrapped in white cloth... the exposed fingers were indeed pale and slender, yet also frail... too pale.
Not yet healed?
"Hasn’t your injury healed yet?.." Mo Ke asked casually and nonchalantly.
Sui Yi withdrew her hand, tucking it into her sleeve, and said lightly, "It’s no trouble now."
Mo Ke furrowed her brow, then softly said, "Take care of yourself, you’re also going to have a break... Spend these days resting... Let go of other matters if you must."
