Chapter 95: Discovered by Prince Duan
"Is the Commandery Princess suspecting Master Ling Yi?" Not many knew of the Fourth Prince’s whereabouts, yet for Master Ling Yi, discovering these would not have been difficult. Moreover, when they had found out, only Master Ling Yi and the disciples of Qiandao Temple were at the scene.
Speaking of saving someone, this raised many considerations. If it was just about the Fourth Prince, then why couldn’t they save him anywhere else? Why did they need to snatch him away?
And that sort of peculiar technique could only belong to the people from Qiandao Temple.
Yan Cheng had been with the Second Prince and had naturally seen some of Master Yin He’s capabilities, which were indeed peculiar.
However, his people had already checked on the Fourth Prince and found him to be unharmed. This meant that it was possible they had truly saved him, or it could be that they simply hadn’t had the chance to act yet.
"It’s not a matter of suspicion; guessing is pointless when it comes to those we do not trust," said Zheng Nianru, glancing at the sleeping Zheng Haoyuan on the bed.
Zheng Nianru stood up. She had been out for quite a while and should have returned by now.
Furthermore, she had left in a hurry today, and Qishun Building was unprepared. Zheng Congyuan had not been busy lately. So it was possible he would come over at any time. She might be able to deceive him once or twice, but if it became frequent, he would sooner or later notice.
Initially, Zheng Nianru felt she had oversimplified things, thinking the past life’s entanglement was just hers with Zheng Congyuan, and that letting go would resolve everything.
However, Zheng Nianru no longer thought this way. Perhaps even Zheng Congyuan himself was not aware of his feelings towards her, constantly gambling between worldliness and duty, between personal desires and restraint. He hadn’t realized yet that these two things were like fish and bear’s paws, impossible to have both at the same time.
Zheng Nianru even began to understand Zheng Congyuan’s dilemma slowly. This torment was no less than the crazed obsession she had in her past life. Torn between wanton indulgence and persistent self-control, it was a tug-of-war. If she retreated, he would advance; and if she advanced, he too would withdraw. Despite yearning for something, he could not possess it.