Chapter 277: Is Wangchen from Nan Liang?

Hearing these words, An Wang's brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze instinctively fell on Qianqian, who was still somewhat shaken. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I'll let you off today." Having spoken, he turned and left this place in large strides with the Steward.

Watching An Wang's receding figure, Qianqian finally let out a long breath, then raised her hand and lightly patted her chest, murmuring to herself with lingering fear, "Oh my god, I've finally saved my little life, thank goodness, thank goodness, I wasn't beaten to death..."

Seeing this, Yue Yi, standing beside her, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh softly, comforting Qianqian, "Little Master, don't be afraid. His Highness has always doted on you; how could he truly strike you dead?"

Qianqian nodded slightly in agreement. "That's true." Immediately after, she said, "Brother Yue Yi, you haven't had your fill of fighting today! Since Father is busy and has left, why don't we continue sparring?"

Hearing this, Yue Yi agreed without hesitation, "Alright!" Thus, the two immediately began a fierce contest, with sword lights and blade shadows flashing incessantly as they exchanged blows.

Time passed quickly. After about one Yi Shi Chen, both were drenched in sweat and panting, yet their eyes shone with excitement and satisfaction. Finally, this wonderful sparring session ended in a draw.

Qianqian walked slowly toward her own courtyard with a slightly tired body, preparing to wash up properly and wash away the sweat and fatigue all over her.

At the same time, at the other end of the city, An Wang had just stepped out of the Imperial Palace's Gate. It turned out that the Emperor had urgently summoned him to the palace to discuss the matter of the spring hunt. Because An Wang was experienced and capable, the Emperor had specially designated him to be fully responsible for the security of this spring hunt.

For such a task, An Wang was naturally confident, after all, he was not undertaking such a heavy responsibility for the first time. After receiving the order, he quickly set about arranging various matters, laying everything out properly in an orderly manner.

After all matters were handled, An Wang rushed back to An Wangfu without stopping. However, when he entered the mansion gate, he learned that Qianqian had already returned to her courtyard to bathe. Helpless, he had to temporarily give up the idea of finding Qianqian.

On this side, after bathing, Qianqian felt refreshed. Just then, as if suddenly remembering something important, she shouted loudly, "Wangchen! How is your injury?"

Before her voice faded, a black shadow appeared like a ghost—it was Wangchen. Wangchen respectfully bowed to Qianqian and replied, "Replying to Master, Subordinate's injuries have basically healed, and there is no serious problem."

Qianqian nodded with satisfaction and instructed, "Very good, but you still need to rest more. Rest for another seven days, then you can report to the Dark Guard Camp." Wangchen bowed again and replied, "Yes, thank you for your concern, Master!"

Immediately after, Qianqian's clear and pleasant voice sounded again: "Shiyi!" Before her voice faded, a black shadow flashed out from the darkness like lightning and asked respectfully, "Little Master, what are your instructions?"

Qianqian nodded slightly and said softly, "When Wangchen goes to report to the Dark Guard Camp, you are responsible for taking him there and arranging everything. Remember, let him rely on his own strength to rise step by step like the other Anqi."

Shiyi nodded and replied, "Subordinate understands, Little Master can rest assured."

At this moment, Qianqian turned her gaze to Wangchen beside her and asked softly, "Wangchen, in these past days, have you ever remembered who you truly are?"

Wangchen shook his head slightly, a pained expression on his face, and replied, "Replying to Master, Subordinate only needs to try to recall the past, and my head will ache terribly; it is truly difficult to remember."

Seeing this, Qianqian hurriedly comforted her, "Since that's the case, don't force it. If one day you suddenly remember and wish to leave here, just tell me, and I will certainly set you free."

Hearing these words, Wangchen knelt on one knee without hesitation, cupped his fist in a salute, and said solemnly, "Master's great grace and virtue, Subordinate will never forget! This lowly life was saved by Master; from now on, in life I am Master's person, in death I am Master's ghost."

"No matter what my identity was before, from now on I only wish to be Master's loyal subordinate. After Subordinate enters the Dark Guard Camp, I will certainly do my best, train hard, strive for early promotion, and become a capable Anqi by Master's side in the future!"

Qianqian nodded with satisfaction and smiled, saying, "Mm, very good. I hope you never forget your original intention, keep your mission in mind, and work hard to improve your strength."

After receiving Qianqian's affirmative reply, a raging fire instantly ignited in Wangchen's heart, and she secretly resolved to make something of herself and repay Master's life-saving grace. Qianqian parted her vermilion lips and said, "Since there is no urgent business here, you may both retire first."

Hearing this, Shiyi and Wangchen respectfully replied and then turned to leave. After they left, Qianqian couldn't help but fall into deep thought. She recalled Father's speculation: Wangchen was very likely one of the assassins sent by Xin Tong to frame Ouyang Qianqiu, and her identity should be from Nan Liang.

However, what was puzzling was why, before meeting An Wang, those assassins were either dead or seriously injured? What exactly happened in this?

Regarding this mystery, no matter how hard Qianqian racked her brains, she could not find an answer. It seemed that only with the passage of time, through gradual in-depth investigation, could the truth of the matter be revealed.

At the same time, another question surfaced in Qianqian's mind—had Wangchen truly lost her memory, or was she pretending? If she had indeed lost her memory, then everything that had happened before could not be learned from her mouth;

but if she was pretending to have amnesia, then what was her purpose? Was it to sneak into An Wangfu as a spy? But if that were the case, why did she have to injure herself so severely at the beginning, even nearly losing her life?

If she truly wanted to be a spy, using her life as the price to exchange for the opportunity to enter An Wangfu, then what deep affection did she have with Xin Tong? Could it be that she was actually a Dead Soldier under Xin Tong's command?

However, upon careful observation, it seemed not to be so. Usually, those trained as Dead Soldiers often had no emotions at all, cold and ruthless like walking corpses. But when Wangchen spoke with Qianqian, although Qianqian felt this person was cold as frost, she did not detect that chilling death aura unique to Dead Soldiers.