The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1518 - 738 Using Troops Like a Deity! (Two Updates)_2

He lay on the wicker chair at the door, gazing distantly at the scene within the courtyard.

Qun Xuan swatted the small mosquitoes on his body and said to Han Ye, "Alright, stop worrying. I’ll go find her for you."

Han Ye said, "Thank you, Master."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qun Xuan sighed, "As your master, I don’t want to see anything happen to your family."

After pondering for a moment, Han Ye suddenly called out to him, "Master."

Qun Xuan asked, "What is it?"

With a dazed expression, Han Ye said, "I heard that Xiao Liulang is the teacher of the Little Princesses. Do you think he’ll miss this opportunity to make a merit?"

Raising an eyebrow, Qun Xuan asked, "Do you want me to find the Little Princess before he does?"

Han Ye lowered his eyes, crushed a small mosquito on his leg, and said, "I hope that if you come across him, Master, you will kill him for me."

Qun Xuan smiled slightly and said nonchalantly, "Alright."

In the bamboo forest of the National Master Hall, Ya He carried an iced food box to the small bamboo house within the woods.

The disciple sitting quietly at the entrance of the hall said, "Master, Ya He has brought some sweet soup to cool off."

Tiredly, the National Master said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The disciple opened the bamboo curtain of the hall and nodded at Ya He.

Ya He stepped in, leaving his shoes on the steps, and wearing clean white socks, he tread lightly on the wooden floor as he entered.

"Master," Ya He greeted with a bow.

In the National Master Hall, only the National Master’s direct disciples had the privilege to address him as ’Master’; all other disciples respectfully called him ’Master’.

Ya He looked at the turtle shell on the table and cautiously asked, "Master, are you divining? Why is the divination like this?"

As a direct disciple, Ya He had learned a little knowledge; the divination on the table was clearly a failure.

But wasn’t this strange?

Is there really a divination that Master can’t perform?

Regretfully, the National Master said, "Her divination, I cannot figure it out, no matter how many times I try."

Her?

Was the Master referring to the Little Princess?

Indeed, only if something had happened to the Little Princess would there be anyone else worth the Master’s repeated attempts at divination at such a critical time.

With a beaming smile, Ya He said, "It must be the heat, Master. Why don’t you rest a bit before divining again?"

The National Master sighed, "It has nothing to do with the weather, I’ve been trying for many years."

But Master, you’re exaggerating, the Little Princess is only four years old.

Ya He sat down cross-legged across from the National Master, opened the lid of the food box, scooped a bowl of Iced Green Bean Soup, and offered it with both hands, "Master, here."

The National Master took a sip without saying more.

...

Inside a side room of a certain courtyard, a man in black and a peddler who had just tended to his wounds stood respectfully in the center of the room, before a man dressed in a gray cloak.

The weather was muggy, and the cloaked man pulled down his hood, removing the mask from his face.

He glanced at the two men and asked, "Is everything taken care of?"

The peddler replied, "We’ve got the person."

The man in black added, "It’s just that we caught an extra one."

The peddler was speechless, would silence have killed you?

"What do you mean by ’an extra one’?" the cloaked man frowned and asked.

Busy pointing at his injured thigh, the peddler said, "It’s a schoolmate of the Little Princess who followed on his own, clung to my leg and wouldn’t let go! But rest assured, sir, we’ve extracted information from the Little Princess. He’s just a poor kid, without even parents at home, only a sister who studies at the Academy next door. Even if he dies out here, no one would be able to do anything about it!"

The cloaked man snorted coldly, "It better be so!"

After a moment of hesitation, the man in black carefully suggested, "Young master, about the Little Princess... shouldn’t we give her something to eat? It’s already afternoon, and she’s been hungry for half a day."

In an indifferent tone, the cloaked man said, "Let her suffer a bit, so the king will care more and be even more furious."

Muttering, the man in black said, "She won’t starve to something serious, right?"

Coldly, the cloaked man replied, "Starving for a day or two won’t kill anyone. Remember to give her some water in the evening."

The man in black: "...Yes."

In the Firewood Room, two little ones crouched in the corner.

"Jing Kong, I’m hungry," the Little Princess said with tearful eyes.

Little Jing Kong had been awake for a while and, after listening intently to the noise outside, he asked her in a low voice, "Are you still hungry?"

"Mhm," the Little Princess nodded miserably, "Candy doesn’t fill the stomach."

Little Jing Kong, following his aunt’s true teachings, had the habit of hiding snacks; his purse contained a few pieces of osmanthus candy and a small packet of glazed fruit.

When the Little Princess earlier complained of hunger, he had already given her most of it, with only three pieces of candy and two glazed fruits left.