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Chapter 459

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"Have we already left the capital?" She didn't know why, but she felt an unusual pain in her forehead. She was also trapped in a faint dizziness. It was like a legendary illusion.

The mute girl nodded.

"What time is it now?"

The mute girl gestured that it was sunset and they should get out of the carriage to rest.

Ning Shu looked around and found that they were no longer in the carriage. They were surrounded by low tables, soft couches, and small windows. Under the window, there was a pottery vase with a bunch of dog tail flowers. Although it was not very gorgeous, it was neat. It must be a relay station. The sun was hanging in the west outside.

Ning Shu pressed her temple and said in pain, "My head hurts. Can you help me out to get some air?"

The mute girl hurriedly shook her head, indicating that her body was still weak and needed to rest. It was not suitable for her to go out.

Ning Shu disappointedly pursed her lips, "So it's like this … … Okay, my stomach is very hungry right now. Can I trouble you to prepare some food for me?"

The mute girl nodded again and again. She got off the couch and turned to leave, but she heard Ning Shu let out a painful cry. She was very nervous and quickly went to see. But she saw Ning Shu laugh out loud, "I'm just teasing you. I feel very good right now. There is nothing wrong."

The mute girl silently looked at her, but in the end, she couldn't do anything to her. Thinking about it, she was still worried about the injury on her forehead. So, she bent over to check it again and again.

Looking at the mute girl's focused eyes, Ning Shu's heart moved. She suddenly said, "I don't know why, but I feel that you are very familiar. It seems like you have been by my side for a long time. Is that right?"

The mute girl's movements froze. She subconsciously withdrew her hand and shook her head.

Ning Shu tilted her head and seriously said, "Then we are especially fated to meet. So, when we meet, we feel very intimate."

The mute girl raised her eyes as if she had thousands of words to say. But, she only flashed her eyes and turned her head. She turned around and ran to get her food.

When the door closed again, Ning Shu put away the harmless smile on her face. Her eyes became as cold as ice, without a trace of ripple. She turned her wrist and something slipped out of her sleeve. It was the fire pellet she had taken from the mute girl's body.

According to Pan Gui, they were the servant girls of the Bai Yu Family, a silk merchant of the Southern Yan Kingdom, who had been missing for many years. But why would an ordinary maidservant carry such a powerful thing on her?

Furthermore, the identity they gave her was White Jade Linlang. She had been abducted and sold to a brothel when she was only a few years old. But why did she think that she knew nothing about the essential skills of a brothel's courtesan: pipa, dance, singing? She knew nothing about them, and she was even better at seducing men. Only the ancient zither still had one or two pieces of rusty melody left. It was difficult for it to enter the hall of elegance. It was even more wishful thinking to rely on it to make money.

Things like memories could be lost, but physical skills should be engraved into the muscle memory. How could it be easily forgotten? Unless this so-called identity of the Fourth Young Mistress was fake.

But what was their object in making up this story to deceive her? On the way, she could see that no matter if it was Pan Gui or the mute girl, they didn't have any killing intent towards her. Especially the mute girl. Her eyes couldn't deceive people. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to steal the fire pellet so easily.

Putting away the fire pellet, Ning Shu got up from the couch and walked to the dressing table. She slowly removed the white bandage on her face and then lowered her head. As expected, there wasn't a scar on her face. There was only a small bruise on her forehead. But it wasn't a big deal.

Her eyes became cold and solemn.

Southern Yan's diplomatic group, and her personal team. Two strange maidservants who had martial arts and could even master illusions.

For now, she had to figure it out as soon as possible.

Who was she!

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