Chapter 466: Almost Died of Anger

Pan Yun looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Her gaze was too intense for Zhang Zijin to ignore.

He turned his head to look at Pan Yun, saw her perched precariously on the rooftop, and grabbed her to fly down.

Yin Song and the other four bowed their heads, hands clasped, in respectful salute.

Zhang Zijin waved dismissively and turned to ask Pan Yun, who was still standing: "Are you going back to prison?"

So heartless.

Pan Yun: "It's still early—why not catch up?"

He was the most powerful person she'd ever seen in this world, and Pan Yun didn't want to part with him.

Zhang Zijin raised an eyebrow: "Do we have any past?"

Pan Yun: "Of course—we've met twice."

Zhang Zijin stared at her smile, momentarily dazed, feeling it was strangely familiar; after a long while he remembered: "You smile just like Wang Feiyin—are you really not his daughter?"

Pan Yun's smile faltered slightly, then returned: "I'm not his daughter, but we're adoptive siblings with different fathers and mothers!"

Zhang Zijin turned and walked away: "So you really are Wang Feiyin's junior disciple."

His figure vanished in a flash; Pan Yun took two steps after him, then shouted toward the palace: "Master Zhang, what if more demons come to capture me?"

Zhang Zijin's voice was soft, yet clearly reached every ear: "Don't worry—if more demons come, I'll make them fertilizer for Jingcheng."

At this, Pan Yun immediately beamed, showing all her teeth.

Yin Song looked up, saw her still grinning foolishly, and stepped forward to tap her on the head.

Pan Yun rubbed her head and turned back; seeing his sleeves soaked in blood, she hurriedly asked: "Second Master, are you this badly hurt?"

Yin Song snapped: "Stop touching—it just stopped bleeding, and now you've made it bleed again."

Pan Yun immediately pulled her hands away.

Yin Song scanned her from head to toe; seeing her lips slightly pale, her qi slightly depleted, but otherwise unharmed, he finally relaxed.

"Get back to prison quickly—don't let the imperial court charge you with escape."

Pan Yun: "... Second Master, if I hadn't jumped out just now, all five of you would've been— Ouch, ouch, easy, easy."

Yin Song grabbed her ear and dragged her toward the prison gate.

The four officials hesitated, then followed after them.

Yun Yan led two rows of brocade uniform guards at the gate; seeing Yin Song dragging Pan Yun, he stepped forward immediately.

Yun Yan's expression was stern; he bowed to Yin Song: "I will report everything truthfully to Your Majesty."

Yin Song released Pan Yun, returned the bow, and thanked: "Thank you, Commander Yun."

Seeing Pan Yun still rubbing her ear, Yin Song tugged her again.

Pan Yun then bowed too: "Thank you, Commander Yun."

Yun Yan glanced at her, stepped aside: "Master Pan, please go in."

Pan Yun obediently followed them into the prison.

The prison guards lined both sides, standing silently, watching her walk deeper into the prison.

Sensing the countless intense stares directed at her, Pan Yun couldn't help glancing back.

She quickened her pace to walk beside Yun Yan: "Have you noticed how strange these guards are looking at me? Could they have been ordered to kill me?"

Yun Yan glanced at her: "How could they possibly harm you?"

Pan Yun fell silent.

"You don't eat, you drink water from who-knows-where, and as for weapons..." Yun Yan paused, "After today, who would be foolish enough to attack you with a blade?" Pan Yun racked her brain and said: "What if someone releases poison smoke..."

Yun Yan: "And kill everyone in the prison? For what? To earn a family execution?"

No one locked in this prison had a simple background.

Losing one or two was no big deal, but smoke is uncontrollable—it kills in waves. Who could bear that consequence?

"Now I feel reassured," Pan Yun argued, "but it's not my fault—their stares were just too strange."

Yun Yan's face remained expressionless: "Their gazes are respect, relief, and fear—not calculation."

"Oh~~" Pan Yun raised an eyebrow: "So my heroic pose just conquered them."

Yun Yan stopped, took out his key himself, unlocked the cell door, and stepped aside: "Master Pan, your cell is here."

Pan Yun made a dismissive sound: "Boring."

Then she stepped inside.

Wang Zhen stared at them intently, voice hoarse: "What happened outside?"

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Hearing his hoarse voice, Pan Yun immediately rushed to the bars: "Master Wang, how come you're only..."

She counted on her fingers: "Half an hour ago you were fine—now your voice is gone?"

Wang Zhen wouldn't tell her that in the half-hour before she arrived, he'd screamed himself hoarse.

He ignored Pan Yun and fixed his gaze on Yun Yan: "Yun Yan, what happened outside?"

Yun Yan hesitated before answering: "Master Wang, the matter is resolved—no danger remains. Rest easy."

He turned and walked away.

Wang Zhen widened his eyes, lunged to the door, and roared in his ruined voice: "Yun Yan, you dare to deceive me! I ask you again—what happened outside..."

Yun Yan quickened his pace and soon vanished from sight.

Pan Yun stroked her chin thoughtfully: "I hadn't noticed until you said it—but lately, hardly anyone's come to see you. Even Yun Yan won't give you the slightest courtesy. Everyone knows, yet he won't say a word. Hmph, Master Wang, it seems you're falling from favor."

Wang Zhen whirled around, glaring.

Pan Yun spread her hands and shrugged: "Sigh, the truth is always hard to accept. You don't glare at the one who's ruining your status—you glare at me. That makes no sense."

Wang Zhen's face turned utterly black: "Aren't you and Xue Shao the ones always opposing me?"

"Unfair! It's you who's opposing us," Pan Yun said. "It was a simple case, none of your business—why did you insist on sticking your nose in? You nearly got Xue Shao's uncle beheaded, and caused my father and brother to be exiled, forcing them to live in constant fear in Datong..."

Wang Zhen's temple veins throbbed; he roared: "Shut up!"

Pan Yun immediately fell silent.

Wang Zhen calmed his anger slightly and asked: "What happened outside? Just now—were you fleeing and got caught, or were you doing something else?"

Pan Yun obeyed, fell silent, and even drew a finger across her lips under his gaze, signaling she had sealed them tight.

Wang Zhen was furious, his voice laced with anger: "You don't need to be silent now—I permit you to speak!"

But Pan Yun didn't comply; she grinned, shook her head playfully, and said not a word.

Wang Zhen felt a dull ache in his chest, nearly unable to draw breath; he sat down by the bed's edge, massaging his chest for half a quarter-hour before feeling any relief.

Wang Zhen looked up again at Pan Yun and saw she had closed her eyes and was meditating; his chest tightened again.

Wang Zhen thought that if he stayed in this imperial prison any longer, he wouldn't be killed by his political enemies—he'd be killed by Pan Yun's aggravation.

In just these few days, the indignities he'd suffered equaled a year's total.

After venting at Wang Zhen, Pan Yun focused on her own affairs; she went to find Pan Xiaohei: 【Where are you? Why is it so dark?】

(End of Chapter)