102, Overestimate

Since that day when You Hu made his bold declaration, Gu Fei had ignored him completely for a day or two. The orders for ink from Xuan Zhu Workshop dwindled to almost none, and only Feng Li came by occasionally. Gu Fei spent these days reflecting deeply, recording her insights, revising her formula, and continuing to craft poisonous ink.

But this time, her purpose was clear from the start: she intended to create a toxin that, when inhaled, would slowly poison a person. The effect would be subtle—gradually inciting irritability, impulsiveness, and loss of calm judgment—altering one’s temperament at the core without detection.

This narrowed the range of poisons she could choose from considerably.

At noon that day, You Hu had just set down his chopsticks when Gu Fei had already finished her meal and detoured to the ink room. He wiped the corner of his mouth, a faint gleam flickering in his narrow phoenix eyes as he gazed toward the ink room. A meaningful curve lifted the corner of his lips.

At that moment, Nightingale entered. Seeing no one in the kitchen except You Hu, she hesitated, shrinking back as if to slip away quietly. Unexpectedly, You Hu suddenly turned his head, his phoenix eyes arching. “Hmm?”

His drawling nasal tone held a heavy huskiness, an inexplicable hint of danger that made Nightingale flinch. Without hesitation, she reported, “Young Master, there is a letter here from the young lady.”

A mottled shadow played over his water-drop-shaped lips as You Hu reached out to take it. He glanced at the handwriting and then opened it without hesitation, leaving Nightingale too frightened to breathe.

“Hmph,” he skimmed the contents with lightning speed, coldly snorting. The natural lift at the corner of his eyes instantly sharpened into icy daggers. “If you want to scheme against someone, you better be capable!”

Without raising his voice, he cast Nightingale a commanding glance. “Go. Fetch Duogula from the barbarians and prepare a carriage from the Gu family.”

“Yes, Young Master.” Under that gaze, a wave of dread surged in Nightingale’s heart. Though reluctant, she obeyed and swiftly turned to leave, eager to put as much distance as possible between herself and the command.

“Remember,” You Hu’s voice followed her just as she stepped out the door, “there is no letter from the young lady.”

The implication was clear: keep this from Gu Fei. Nightingale bit her lip, hastily nodding, though she knew this defied protocol. But she dared not disobey You Hu’s orders.

Once Nightingale was gone to make the arrangements, You Hu examined the letter again. It contained no other information besides a message: the carriage carrying Le Qingbo, recently returned to the capital, had met with an accident several miles from Yizhou at a small town; the carriage was destroyed, and the people missing. This message was entrusted to Gu Fei.

The handwriting was messy, stained with dark-colored blood. At first glance, it seemed like a desperate plea from someone on the brink of death. But You Hu, so astute, immediately sensed something odd in the lines. Upon closer inspection, the dark stain was not human blood at all.

Fortunately, the letter had fallen into You Hu’s hands. Had Gu Fei seen it, no matter how sharp her mind, hearing of Le Qingbo’s predicament would surely have thrown her into turmoil, clouding her judgment and preventing her from noticing the deception.

Indeed, this ploy struck directly at Gu Fei’s weakness. If she rushed out of Yizhou in panic, You Hu could guarantee her survival chances would be slim to none.

Duogula arrived swiftly—within a quarter of an hour. Upon seeing You Hu’s still handsome and composed face smiling warmly at her, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right hand. Exposed and slender, her fingers had been five before, but now her little finger was missing, cleanly severed.

“Young Master, you called for me?” she stood some distance away, unwilling to come closer. The pain from losing a finger that night still lingered clearly in her memory.

You Hu didn’t glance at her directly. Standing, he smoothed his dark robe, casually tucked a scroll into his wide sleeve, and began to walk out, saying, “Come with me. Follow my orders.”

“As you command, Young Master.” The barbarians respected strength above all else. Since You Hu made Duogula wary, serving him as a slave was not beyond reason.

They boarded a Gu family carriage. Midway, You Er was pulled out to serve as the driver. The carriage rushed out from the main gate of the Gu estate, hastening toward the south gate of Yizhou.

At that moment, the guards at Yizhou’s south gate, after watching the Gu family carriage speed away, exchanged knowing looks. One scratched his chin and then approached an unmarked, inconspicuous carriage nearby, bowing obsequiously. “Sir, the Gu family’s carriage has left the city, looking quite anxious.”

A deliberately lowered deep voice came from inside the carriage, filled with arrogance. “Noted. Make sure you get your reward.”

With that, the driver, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, pulled a pouch of silver from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it to the guard before cracking his whip and following the carriage out of the city.

On the broad official road, the carriage sped past pedestrians. After a turn of the wheels, it veered sharply into a narrow lane, disappearing from sight in an instant.

Soon after, a group of dozens of burly men dressed in short, dark jackets thundered in pursuit, kicking up clouds of dust that choked nearby onlookers.

As they entered the alley, the pursuing group split into two, flanking the carriage from both sides. Before long, they caught up. One man, swift as lightning, cracked a long whip against the horse’s hind leg, causing it to collapse with a howl.

The carriage, traveling too fast and unprepared for such an ambush, nearly overturned. Luckily, the driver was experienced; he yanked the reins hard and leapt from the wooden shaft, pushing forward with both palms—

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