Chapter 639

The matter was of great importance; regarding the struggle between the Taurus and the Rat constellations, he dared not put the information directly in a letter.

But to meet the contact, it would take at least until nightfall.

The sky quickly darkened; after others came to ask, he attributed the Fox Caravan's affair to the 【Jingli Ghost】 case.

In fact, the Fox Caravan had indeed done it—this was merely the truth coming to light; once evidence was gathered, the matter would be settled.

The only thing he wondered about was who that violent white-clothed Blue Guard was.

Lang Qingyi casually pinned the blame on a trusted subordinate, handled the hush-up, and didn't care whether anyone believed it—the matter was closed.

When night fell, Lang Qingyi slipped out of the Blue Office quietly.

But the moment he stepped out of the Blue Office, a black blade flashed—and his head rolled to the ground.

"I've been waiting for you."

……

Time rewound to the moment Lang Qingyi had just left the Great Sun Caravan.

As the sun set, a maid burst into the young mistress's room in panic.

"Young Mistress! Young Mistress! Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

The maid shook the young mistress vigorously until she woke up.

Half-asleep, she mumbled, "Hai Guanjia, I'm sleepy…"

Before she finished speaking, her expression froze—and she snapped fully awake.

Hai Guanjia was gone.

A suffocating sensation surged into her chest; it took a long while before she calmed down.

Looking at the panicked maid, she asked in a low voice: "What happened? Speak slowly."

"Night Lord is from the Phoenix Organization! He's a Taurus man, and helping us, defeating the Rat constellation—all of it was to advance his own position! He's been with the Phoenix Organization from the start—we've all been deceived by Night Lord!"

Wh-what?!

The young mistress was stunned.

She had lost her family, lost Hai Guanjia; the only person she still relied on in her heart was Fang Yue.

And now someone came to tell her that this last pillar of faith was false!

The young mistress's drowsiness vanished instantly; she clenched her tiny fists and gritted her teeth: "Don't you dare speak nonsense! If you can't produce proof that Night Lord is from the Phoenix Organization, I won't let you off!"

"Young Mistress, I've served you for years—when have I ever lied? This is something I heard with my own ears! I was about to bring tea to Night Lord's room when I overheard…"

The personal maid quickly recounted the entire incident in detail to the young mistress.

When the young mistress finished listening, her face filled with shock and disbelief.

"No… it can't be like this… Night Lord… Night Lord…"

If all of this were true, then everything had been under Night Lord's control—her every action had been like that of a clown.

All those emotional ups and downs, all those things she had worried over or been moved by, had become meaningless—even laughable!

Tears welled in the young mistress's eyes; she gritted her teeth: "I believe in him… I believe Night Lord isn't that kind of person—he must…"

Knock knock knock.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door.

The personal maid shrieked "Ah!" and shrank into the corner, trembling as if a primordial beast had arrived.

After steadying herself, the young mistress asked: "Who is it?"

"Me."

It was Night Lord's voice.

The young mistress glanced at the personal maid, who was shaking her head frantically in the corner, then gritted her teeth: "Come in."

But the moment Fang Yue pushed the door open, the maid in the corner screamed "Aaaah!" and bolted out, brushing past Fang Yue.

Fang Yue blinked, puzzled: "What's wrong with her?"

"…."

The young mistress said nothing, only gazed at Fang Yue with a faintly wounded expression.

Seeing Fang Yue's usual calm demeanor, she gradually began to relax.

"I'm such a fool—how could I have believed just the maid's word and doubted Night Lord?"

The thought flashed through her mind, and she said: "Night Lord, please sit."

As for the fleeing maid, neither of them gave her another thought.

"Night Lord, I just heard from the maid that you met Lang Qingyi and claimed to be from the Phoenix Organization."

Fang Yue nodded and recounted the entire sequence of events to the young mistress.

"Tonight, I'll lie in wait for 【Lang Qingyi】. My cover won't fool the higher-ups of the Phoenix Organization—if word spreads, both I and the Great Sun Caravan will be in grave trouble."

The Phoenix Organization is fully capable of capturing you—but they simply haven't taken this matter seriously enough.

Even the sudden appearance of the Rat constellation was an accident; no one expected a Rat to show up at all. Even the Rat himself didn't wear his mask—he just acted casually, clearly just passing by, seeing the signal, and lending a hand.

If not for Fang Yue's formidable strength, the Great Sun Caravan would already be destroyed.

Its survival now is merely luck.

If the Phoenix Organization later takes sufficient notice of this incident, the Great Sun Caravan's crisis will escalate sharply.

Especially since Fang Yue impersonated an internal member of the Phoenix Organization—whether for the sake of credibility, authority, or other reasons, the Phoenix Organization will not let Fang Yue go easily.

"Lang Qingyi is the origin of all my vulnerabilities. Eliminating him and stopping the rumor at him is the only way we can gain some safety."

"Night Lord's meaning is…"

"Tonight, I'll lie in wait for him at the Blue Office. He won't live past this night."

"Lang Qingyi is a veteran Xiantian Realm cultivator. Night Lord, be careful handling this—if it's too dangerous, we can always abandon Chunuan City and leave to seek new opportunities."

When the young mistress spoke these words, a look of sorrow crossed her face.

My father and Hai Guanjia spent their whole lives tilling the land in Chunuan City, barely managing to establish themselves—yet when it came time for her to take over, they were forced to leave… the bitterness goes without saying.

But the young mistress, having slept through the day, now had a clear mind.

She was no longer governed by emotion; after weighing the pros and cons, she understood what was truly best for the Da Yang Caravan.

Who, if they could help it, would willingly leave their homeland?

"Don't worry—I'll handle this. Also, the short-tailed clan, under Qing Si's crackdown, won't be able to leave the city in the short term—you…"

"The short-tailed clan—I'll take care of them!"

The young mistress said grimly, a flash of malice passing through her eyes.

"I'll give them the best possible end!"

At this moment, the young mistress had lost some of her innocence and gained a harsher edge—as if she had suddenly grown up, giving off a distinctly different aura.

Sensing that her expression had turned fearsome, the young mistress slightly softened it.

"Night Lord, tonight… I want to join you."

"That's not advisable—I may not be able to guarantee your safety."

"…I know I'll be a liability, but I want to go. If I can't kill my enemies myself, that's my own weakness. But at least let me watch Night Lord cut off their heads for me!"

(End of Chapter)