Ink Blade Chapter 40 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Delicate Fragrance (part 2)
…In the end, what filled his mind was his own voice, as he spoke softly to his master:
"Master, there is a faint fragrance on the insect that seems to be able to confuse people’s minds. Just now, I only took two breaths and felt dizzy and irritable. If someone unknowingly inhales it for a long time, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
“No…” Mo Ren was short of breath, he bent over with red eyes and gasped slightly, the wooden door in front of him seemed to twist in his vision. He almost exhausted all his willpower to restrain himself from crazily breaking down the door in front of him.
Inside the door were his master and Bai Hua. The fragrance of the insect could bewitch people’s minds. Would the fragrance on Bai Hua have any effect?!
As if his spine had been frozen into ice, Mo Ren gritted his teeth and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his dantian… That was not a real injury, but a pitch-black sword stabbing from that long past life, making his soul tremble violently.
Why is the temperament of the Master in his previous life becoming more and more unpredictable year by year? Why does he have a vague feeling of pearls and jade being washed away from lead and dust when he reunites with the Master in this life?
The Master, his Master… In this world, could there be such cruel things? Could it be that the Master had… for ten whole years in his previous life?!
Mo Ren reached into his bosom and took out the secret letter sent from Jiuzhong Palace. The seal on it was a bright red top secret ban seal, as if silently warning him. Qiu Jin said that Yang Yifang had found something, all in this secret letter, what could it be…
Mo Ren’s usually steady hands began to tremble. He knew what the ban seal meant, and that he shouldn’t open it. This was a great sin, and opening a ban seal was punishable by death, as it was the same as plotting treason.
But now, a heavier fear overshadowed everything. Mo Ren closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hands stopped shaking.
He silently left here, used lightness skill to leave the inn and turned to a hidden place, hid himself behind a tree, opened the letter and quickly read it by moonlight.
The letter was thick and the words were dense. Yang Yifang wrote everything in detail, he was indeed a well-organized person. All the investigations on the paper were recorded one by one, each word shocking: how they tracked Bai Hua’s Lianhua Palace’s maidservant, how they followed her all the way to find her passing secret letters outside the palace, how they took the opportunity to send shadow guards to search the maidservant's room, how they asked the people of the Medicine Hall to try their best to test it, and finally how they found that the incense used by the maidservant on normal days was not incense, it was…
Poison!
This word made Mo Ren dizzy.
His heart contracted as if it was being squeezed, and Mo Ren leaned against the tree trunk with his whole body cold, his face pale and frightening, and his hands could hardly hold the letter.
He gritted his teeth and slammed his right hand against the tree behind him. The pain of his ten fingers connected to his heart made him gasp for breath, but he dared not pause for a moment. Taking advantage of the clarity brought by the pain, he quickly put away the letter, folded it up and put it back into his bosom.
He needs to stay calm. He doesn’t have any evidence or know the truth at the moment, only a guess. The Master is still with Bai Hua, but even if he rushes in recklessly, he can only protect the Master for a while. He can’t get rid of the trouble, he will only startle the snake.
But… Mo Ren gritted his teeth and looked at the inn there in agony.
Even if he inferred from the memory of his previous life, Bai Hua should not be hard on his master, but how could he bear it.
The thoughts in the guard’s heart went back and forth. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and opened them again. He went around to the outside of Ying Yu’s room. He used lightness skill to jump onto the window. With a trick on his hand, he pushed it open and went in.
Ying Yu was about to go to sleep inside. He just became alert and picked up his sword when he heard the noise. When he saw who it was, he was stunned, “Elder brother? Why are you climbing in through the window… Did something happen?”
“Xiao Yu,” Mo Ren’s expression was cold and heavy, and his long black clothes blended into the night, “Don’t ask too many questions, help me do something.”
He paused, as if he had finally made up his mind, “After I leave later, you go to the Palace Master’s room… Find a way to avoid Bai Hua and talk to the Palace Master alone. Today, Mo Ren knows that he has annoyed the Palace Master and will go to the Fourth Guardian to take ‘Repentance pain’ for self-punishment, daring to ask for the Palace Master’s forgiveness.”
(TL: What MR wanted YY to say to CY)
“What–” Ying Yu’s eyes widened instantly, his sleepiness had long since run away, and the young man was so scared that he became incoherent, “Elder Brother, don’t joke around…..What is this, what happened?!”
“Don’t ask, there’s no time… Do as I said.” Mo Ren didn’t say much, he just lowered his eyes and turned around, secretly pinching his knuckles until they turned blue.
…“Repentance pain” was a kind of punishment poison often used by Jianghu forces when punishing subordinates. It was the most torturous thing, but it would not cause any real damage to the body.
He had also taken a pill during the drug punishment before coming to Changqing.
The Master… would he really come to find him for his sake, for the sake of a mere moment of his pain, leaving Bai Hua behind and personally come to find him?
Mo Ren didn’t have time to think about it. The poisonous insect was on Ying Dian’s hand, and Ying Dian was now in the Shuijing Building… If he wanted to investigate, he had to do it as soon as possible.
Mo Ren suddenly looked up, and the line of snow-white cool moon reflected in his pupils. The young man in black moved silently, his figure disappeared behind the tree like a ghost, leaving only a ground of cold moonlight.
