Chapter 41: Escape (1)

So, they really did it!

Seeing the slight smile on Feng Shang's lips, Zui Qingfeng couldn't help but mutter with a chuckle, "It looks like someone is well-fed and satisfied."

Changge Yue struggled back and forth in the cold pool, but unfortunately, the black silk threads seemed to have taken root in her skin. She bit her lip lightly, her body already beginning to tremble.

The water of the Bishui Cold Pool was no laughing matter. Although her soul was powerful, this physical body was nothing more than a fragile, mortal vessel. If she died like this and went to see Meng Po, those little ghosts would laugh her to death!

Changge Yue silently recited the internal cultivation techniques she had learned from Wen Wan in the past, her lips stiff as she forced out the words, "Is there... is there someone among you shadow guards named Wen Fang?"

She forced herself to keep her voice from trembling, though her eyes filled with a newfound tenacity.

The shadow guards were taken aback, but none of them spoke.

Changge Yue let out a mocking laugh, yet a touch of indescribable sorrow appeared in her eyes. "It seems there isn't. Well, the words of a dying person are of no value anyway."

At that moment, a shadow guard with a baby face suddenly looked up, the temperature in his eyes seemingly hot enough to cremate her. "What did you say? What do you mean by 'dying'?"

Watching the baby-faced guard's anxious reaction, Changge Yue knew she had won her gamble—the one called Wen Fang had indeed not yet returned to that perverted man's side.

A faint, imperceptible smile touched the corner of Changge Yue's lips as she asked, "You know Wen Fang? Who are you?"

She had no idea what relationship Wen Fang had with these shadow guards; blurting out nonsense would surely expose her, so she had to see if she could trick them into revealing something first.

The baby-faced guard frowned. Seeing that Changge Yue looked like she had one foot in the grave, and clouded by his anxiety for Wen Fang, he completely let his guard down. "My name is Sibao."

If the circumstances hadn't been so dire, she would have rolled on the floor laughing. Wenfang Sibao (The Four Treasures of the Study)?

She cast a playful, mischievous glance at the three people behind him and asked, "Don't tell me two of the others are named Bimo (Pen and Ink) and Zhiyan (Paper and Inkstone)?"

The shadow guards, who had been keeping their heads down like corpses, suddenly looked up, their eyes filled with utter astonishment at how she could have known.

Changge Yue suddenly felt that this world was absurdly comical!

A flicker of desolation crossed her face. "So you are Sibao, and you lot are Bimo, Zhiyan, and... is the other one Qin Qi?" If only one were missing, she would have just guessed Qinhuishuhua (Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting)!

Eight eyes belonging to the four shadow guards lit up instantly!

Changge Yue: "..." She had hit the mark on all of them! Had Meng Po granted her some kind of cheat code?

Changge Yue decided that if she could make it out of this hellhole alive, she would definitely try her hand at the gambling dens.

Sibao looked at Changge Yue, pleading urgently, "You... do you know where Wen Fang is?" Wen Fang hadn't returned since he went out with the Prince last time.

Changge Yue could tell that Sibao cared deeply for Wen Fang, so she rolled her eyes and said, "Sigh... there’s no point in saying it. You can't save him."

Had Changge Yue not been bound in the center of the cold pool, Sibao would have lunged forward to grab her by the throat. "Tell me, what happened to Wen Fang!"

Changge Yue's expression was filled with profound resentment. After a long pause, her body trembled slightly, as if consumed by rage, and she cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, "It was that pervert, that devil, that executioner who ruined the happiness Wen Fang and I shared! He wouldn't let us be together. Wen Fang was trying to save me... and our child... he... he... saved me... saved the child..."