CHAPTER 1999: CHAPTER 2001: THE BODY FOUND

"Anxiety struck him so hard that he fainted." Upon hearing the sound, Mu Shaoling hurried over. Although he did not wish to mock at this crucial moment, he couldn’t help but think: Ye Zi’an was so anxious that he had turned foolish, not even realizing that a doctor—himself—was right beside him.

"Lie her flat!"

Mu Shaoling took out a cloth bag he carried with him, retrieved silver needles from it, and applied them.

Moments later, Yang Chuxia woke up and grabbed Ye Zi’an’s hand, "Where is Yangyang? Where is Yangyang?"

"The ropes are here!"

"Xiaxia, I’ll go down to find Yangyang now. You wait here, Yangyang is blessed with fortune and won’t be harmed!"

Ye Zi’an fastened the rope around his waist, the other end tied to a tree nearby.

"Bring another rope, I will go down too."

Yang Chuxia gathered her grief and urgency, took a rope beside her, and tied it around her waist. She did not believe anything could happen to her son. Ever since she arrived here, her life had been extraordinary.

Her son will surely be safe!

He definitely will!

Ye Zi’an chose not to dissuade her; this was a moment when persuasion would not work. "I’ll go first, you follow after."

The cliff was deep, and even with the full length of rope, it did not reach the bottom.

Looking down, they saw the fractured carriage, Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia’s eyes turned crimson.

Without caring for anything else, Ye Zi’an untied the rope, forcefully drove the knife on his person into the cliff wall, and utilized it to grab onto nearby rocks, leaping down.

Yang Chuxia jumped down immediately after him.

"How is it?"

Ye Zi’an’s hands trembled as he began to uncover the planks, fearing that beneath any board might lie mutilated bodies.

Impatiently, Yang Chuxia hurriedly uncovered, "No?"

"Xiaxia, not finding anything is a relief." Ye Zi’an sharply grasped the crucial point within.

At that moment, Mu Shaoling descended with others, "Did you find anyone?"

"There was no Yangyang in the carriage."

Mu Shaoling breathed a sigh of relief, promptly waving his hand, "Search everywhere quickly."

"We found the Prince Le’s body!"

"What? Where?" Mu Shaoling and Ye Zi’an exchanged a glance. Dead? Did he die just like that?

Following the trail, they noticed a crawling trace, with faint blood stains on the ground.

Tracking the marks forward, they saw the silver-white royal robe less than thirty meters from where the carriage crashed. Approaching, they saw a figure lying sprawled face-up, already a gruesome sight, only two eyes wide open, seemingly unwilling, the arrow still embedded in his chest.

Beside him lay a female corpse, face down, sprawled on the ground.

Yang Chuxia was struck with dread, rushing forward to uncover the body, "Dongxue?"

Face down, her nose was sunken from the fall, her brain splattered, dead beyond dead.

The sorrow welled uncontrollably in her. If she hadn’t come to Capital City, how could this tragedy occur?

"Ah..." Yang Chuxia screamed, Ye Zi’an stepped forward to hold her tightly, "Xiaxia!"

"Investigate, we must find out who shot the arrow, I want their entire family to be buried alongside." Without that arrow, how would the carriage have fallen off the cliff?

"Alright, I will definitely identify them."

The hatred exploding in Ye Zi’an’s eyes caused Mu Shaoling’s heart to shake.

"Report to Lord Ye, Lord Mu, Young Master Ye has not been found!"

"Report, nothing found on our side either!"

"Keep searching!" Yang Chuxia shouted, "I refuse to believe someone can disappear without a trace!"

Mu Shaoling waved his hand, and the soldiers scattered again.