Blossom In Adversity - Vol. 2

C316. The Scales.

Chapter 316: The Scales

Zeng Xian’s dying wish was clear—bury him beside his wife. Hua Yizheng had no intention of ignoring it, tasking his younger son with the arrangements. With Zeng Han’s fate now resting squarely on Zhi’er’s shoulders, the Hua family had naturally taken up the mantle. This was their responsibility now, and they intended to handle it.

The physician made his rounds, noting Hua Zhi's marked improvement. Satisfied, the Hua family dispersed, leaving only Wu Yong lingering behind, as though waiting for a storm to break.

“The Seven Stars Bureau will handle the cleanup from here,” Gu Yanxi said, voice crisp and final. “Just cooperate.”

Wu Yong smirked, dragging a chair close to Gu Yanxi with a nonchalant scrape across the floor. “Oh, I’m more than happy to play along,” he drawled. “But tell me, Your Highness, are you really set on this? You just took down the First Prince, and now you’re gunning for the Second? Or is it the Second this time?”

Gu Yanxi’s expression didn’t waver.

Wu Yong chuckled under his breath. Silence was as good as an answer. “You know, the Emperor only has six sons. At the rate you’re burning through them, it won’t be long before the old man starts sniffing you out. You sure you’re not pushing it?”

“It’s better to deal with a prince who brings wolves to the doorstep than to leave him unchecked,” Gu Yanxi shot back, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. “Follow up with Gu Chengde. I want dirt—evidence, leverage, anything that’ll bury them. I’m not worried about suspicions.”

Wu Yong opened his mouth, probably to dish out some sage advice, but one glance at Gu Yanxi’s steely resolve shut him up. It was pointless. Everyone had their fatal weakness, and Hua Zhi was clearly Gu Yanxi’s. Push the wrong button, and this Shizi wouldn’t just push back—he’d annihilate. Whatever his position in the Seven Constellations Bureau was, it was evidently high enough to make decisions without hesitation. Wu Yong decided to let it lie.

“What else do you need me to do?”

“They’ve been entrenched in Yingshan Pass for years,” Gu Yanxi said, his piercing gaze locking onto Wu Yong. “Dig them out. Make sure every charge sticks.”

“Understood.” Wu Yong rose, sparing Hua Zhi a passing glance. He was halfway out the door when it slammed open with a thunderous bang.

Shao Yao stormed in, her entire figure caked in dust, her hat hanging at a reckless angle. She looked every bit like someone who’d clawed her way out of hell and was ready to raise it all over again.

Throwing her hat aside, Shao Yao angrily pushed Gu Yanxi aside and started checking his pulse. Soon, her anger turned to surprise. "Did you give that medicine to Huahua?"

Before Gu Yanxi could answer, she got even angrier. "Hua Hua is injured to that extent?! How did you protect her?! What the hell were you even doing?"

Gu Yanxi allowed her to berate him. He knew he deserved every word she spat at him. It was his fault after all.

But Shao Yao wasn’t done tearing the room apart with her intensity. Sensing eyes on her, she turned her grim, unflinching glare toward Wu Yong. "General Wu, are you feeling better? Don’t overdo it, or you’ll drain your kidneys dry. You’ll be too weak to even lift a knife, let alone anything else."

Wu Yong’s face burned with injustice, his soul crying out in protest. He wanted to scream to the heavens: Indulge too much? Since detoxing the poison, he’d been a saint—barely visiting the backyard, barely doing anything for ten whole days!