In a luxuriously decorated villa, a woman was sitting behind the desk, quietly reading an ancient book with thread-bound covers. Her movements as she flipped through the pages were graceful and light, creating an indescribable beauty.
Just at that moment, three "knock, knock, knock" sounds echoed at the door, and the woman's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, appearing quite displeased at being interrupted while reading.
"Come in!" the woman said lightly, placing the book she was holding onto the bookshelf behind her.
As soon as she finished speaking, an elderly man well past fifty entered, looking excited. Yet, before he could speak, the woman said, "Uncle Liu, I remember telling you that I don't wish to be disturbed when I'm in the study."
The woman's voice was clear and pleasant, and her tone was very calm, but even such a simple statement flustered the old man, who hastily explained, "Miss, the old servant would never dare forget your words, but the situation is urgent, and I beg your forgiveness."
"Speak then, what's the matter?" The woman picked up the teacup in front of her, sipped gently, waiting for the old man's reply.
In fact, this villa was one of Han Wangfu's properties, and the woman with picturesque features sitting behind the desk was Han Wangfu's daughter, Han Lengyue.
As for the elderly man past fifty, he was an old retainer of Han Wangfu, having followed Han Wangfu for many years and serving as the housekeeper.
The housekeeper organized his words and hurriedly replied, "It's like this, our people sent word that the murderer who killed the master five years ago has returned and even cut off Liao Qianying's other ear."
Saying this, a smile appeared on Uncle Liu's face, seemingly delighted and relieved by Liao Qianying's plight.
Han Lengyue couldn't help but be stunned for half a minute before she put down the teacup, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!" The housekeeper said with excitement, "In old servant's view, we should gather people now and kill that brat to avenge the master."
"Uncle Liu…" Han Lengyue lifted her delicate eyebrow and said calmly, "What I asked is whether you are certain the news is true."
The housekeeper was startled, quickly bowing repeatedly, "An oversight from old servant. But the news is indeed true; it was sent by the person you arranged by Liao Qianying's side two years ago, Liao Qianying is still lying in the hospital now."
Han Lengyue nodded slightly, "Send someone to the hospital to verify, you can't rely only on the ear, use the eyes as well."
"Yes." The housekeeper agreed and immediately arranged for staff to carry out the order.
Han Lengyue then fell into contemplation, remaining motionless for quite a while.
The housekeeper stood respectfully in front of the desk, intentionally slowing his breathing as if afraid of disturbing the young lady.
Five years ago, Han Wangfu died, and the housekeeper intended to protect Han Lengyue with all his might to repay Han Wangfu's kindness.
However, Han Lengyue's performance exceeded his expectations, her calm resolve, meticulous mind, and unique means earned his profound admiration, fully dedicating himself to assisting Han Lengyue, the "Young Master."
After a long period had passed, Han Lengyue suddenly spoke, "Yan Huang… Xiao Feng, could there be a connection between the two?"
Han Lengyue's voice was so low that even facing her, the housekeeper could not hear clearly.
After a while, the housekeeper gathered courage to ask, "Miss, what did you just say?"
While asking, he observed Han Lengyue's reaction cautiously, as if afraid of being blamed.
Han Lengyue stood up, saying, "Uncle Liu, have you ever heard of a person codenamed Yan Huang?"
"Yan Huang?!" The housekeeper was startled, "Miss, if I'm allowed to speak freely, we'd better not have too many dealings with that one."
To the housekeeper's thinking, Han Lengyue's intent was merely to seek Yan Huang's aid.
If Yan Huang were to intervene, revenge would be guaranteed, yet Yan Huang was also famous for being intensely intolerant of evil. Should he learn of Han Wangfu's past misdeeds, it might bring ruin to their side as well.
However, Han Lengyue was undeterred by whatever the housekeeper thought, continuing, "Five years ago, Xiao Feng left Jiangcheng. If I remember correctly, Yan Huang began to emerge around that same time."
"What's the Miss implying?" The housekeeper's brows furrowed deeply, unable to understand why Han Lengyue would associate the unrelated entities of Xiao Feng and Yan Huang.
One was a destitute youth ousted from Jiangcheng, the other a master whose presence inspired terror—essentially one in the heavens and one on earth, these two seemed to hold no comparison!
"Five years ago, when Xiao Feng departed, Yan Huang happened to appear, and now that Yan Huang has vanished, Xiao Feng is returning to Jiangcheng just as coincidently," Han Lengyue smiled confidently, as if revealing some secret, "Are there such coincidences in this world?"
"Wait a moment!" The housekeeper gasped, saying, "Miss, could it be you suspect that Yan Huang and Xiao Feng are actually the same person?"
"Why can't Xiao Feng and Yan Huang be one and the same?" Han Lengyue asked with a tone of calm.
"This…" The housekeeper stammered, unable to reason it out.
Han Lengyue continued, "Do you think that if Xiao Feng were Yan Huang, our chance for revenge would be nullified, but I must say, there's something suspicious concerning five years ago."
"Something suspicious?" The housekeeper was startled.
This time, Han Lengyue did not wish to elaborate further but instead returned to her seat, gently closing her beautiful eyes, her slender fingers rhythmically tapping the tabletop.
This was her habitual gesture during deep thought.
After waiting a long while, the housekeeper finally saw Han Lengyue open her eyes and stepped forward, saying, "Miss, those dispatched have reported back, verifying Liao Qianying is indeed seriously injured and hospitalized; the news is true."
"Hmm." Han Lengyue acknowledged softly but did not speak further.
The housekeeper, worried, said, "Miss, during his lifetime, my master treated me with great kindness; please just give the command, and I'll lead men to kill that Xiao Feng fellow!"
Han Lengyue smiled faintly while looking at the housekeeper. Her gaze made him feel transparent, unable to hide any secrets.
After a while, Han Lengyue spoke, "Uncle Liu, you intend to use your own life as a test to see if Xiao Feng is Yan Huang."
This sentence was no question but firmly stated.
The housekeeper was rendered speechless, eventually nodding reluctantly.
Han Lengyue said calmly, "My father's feud is mine to avenge; your life hasn't reached its end yet, you may leave."
"Yes." The housekeeper turned away with a bitter smile and departed.
However, just as the housekeeper opened the study door, one foot already stepping out, he heard Han Lengyue's voice from behind: "Hold on, investigate Xiao Feng's contact information and send it to my phone."
The housekeeper agreed and turned back, only to see Han Lengyue with her back to him, drawing another ancient book from the shelf.