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Chapter 677 Night Visit to the Princess's Residence

The Prince Yong's Mansion was draped in white sails, and the funeral was conducted hastily and in a haphazard manner.

Once everything had settled down, Lin Jiayou returned to Qingsong Academy.

He sat alone on the cold stone steps, his figure desolate.

He knew that although his classmates dared not say anything to his face because of Gu Qingchen's tyranny, their unpleasant words behind his back still pierced his ears like needles.

He has no mother, and a place like the Yong Prince's Mansion would never tolerate him again.

"Lin Jiayou!"

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun ran over from a distance and stopped in front of him.

"I've heard about your family's affairs," Gu Qingchen said breathlessly, firing off a barrage of questions, "Why did your aunt kill your mother? And then she committed suicide. Wouldn't it have been better for her to be alive? And why did the old Princess Consort of Yong go mad? Was it because she did too many bad things? Or..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Qian Zhenyun reacted quickly, covering Gu Qingchen's mouth tightly and frantically trying to signal to her with his eyes.

"Sister, stop talking!"

Isn't this rubbing salt into someone's wound? Look at Lin Jiayou's face; it's as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

Gu Qingchen belatedly shut his mouth, realizing that he might have asked too many questions.

Qian Zhenyun asked cautiously, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Gu Qingchen blinked her big eyes at him and pointed to her mouth, at which point Qian Zhenyun let go of her hand.

Lin Jiayou lowered his head, his voice muffled: "I...I don't know. No one will want me, and I have nowhere to go."

"It's okay! We're good friends, I'll help you!" Gu Qingchen patted his chest and assured him.

A glimmer of hope instantly appeared in Lin Jiayou's eyes. It would be good if he could go to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

Gu Qingchen rested his chin on his hand and began to think seriously.

But her mother doesn't like Lin Jiayou, and her mother is already pregnant with a little brother or sister. What if her mother gets angry if she takes Lin Jiayou back?

What about my uncle's family?

Her aunt was Zhao Qingzhi's younger sister. Since her mother and Zhao Qingzhi died together, her aunt must hate her mother to death.

Oh dear, this is such a mess! Anyway, I can't go.

As for my second aunt, forget about it.

Under Lin Jiayou's expectant gaze, Gu Qingchen's eyes finally lit up as he thought of an excellent place to go.

“Go to Chengdu to find Brother Lu! My father said that the Emperor wants to train Brother Lu, and he will definitely return to the capital in a few years. Then you can come back with him.”

"Everyone has almost forgotten about these things that happened in the capital!"

The light in Lin Jiayou's eyes dimmed slightly; disappointment was inevitable.

But then I thought, if I stayed in the capital, I would be subject to everyone's opinions and live under the gaze of others every day.

For him, getting away from this place of trouble might be the best way out.

Gu Qingchen continued to enthusiastically promote her idea: "Brother Lu is so learned, you'll learn just as well as you would at the academy if you followed him!"

Lin Jiayou finally nodded.

But a new problem arose before them. Chengdu was a long way away, and Lin Jiayou, a ten-year-old child, neither knew the way nor had any money. How could he get there?

"If all else fails," Gu Qingchen suggested, "how about we raise funds again?"

The main problem was that she really didn't have any money. Her mother kept a close eye on her, afraid that she would take money out and cause trouble.

Qian Zhenyun helplessly shrugged, indicating that he was short of money.

Lin Jiayou was silent for a moment, then raised his head. "I have a way to deal with the money."

Wait until it gets dark.

Behind the back wall of the princess's mansion, three small figures peeked out furtively.

"Do we really have to do this?" Qian Zhenyun lowered his voice, his face full of hesitation. "This is the Princess's residence, and there are guards outside."

"What are you afraid of!" Gu Qingchen took the lead, imitating the chivalrous heroes in the novels, patting his chest, "For friends, we'd go to great lengths! We're going to get travel expenses, not to steal anything."

Lin Jiayou didn't speak, but just pursed his lips and stared firmly at the high courtyard wall.

Seeing this, Qian Zhenyun could only sigh and resign himself to following behind.

The princess's mansion was no longer the glory it once was; its gates were tightly shut, exuding an indescribable desolation. Although guards patrolled outside,

But the mansion was almost empty, with only a few old servants left to guard it.

Lin Jiayou, familiar with the place, led the two to a secluded corner where an old locust tree stood, its thick branches resting on the wall.

He nimbly climbed up first, then waved to the two below.

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun struggled for a long time before they finally managed to climb in, both covered in dust and dirt.

"Shh." Lin Jiayou made a shushing gesture and pointed to a figure carrying a lantern walking by not far away.

The three of them immediately crouched down, crouching low like three little raccoons, and carefully made their way towards the main courtyard under the cover of the artificial hill and the flowers and trees.

Lin Jiayou was extremely familiar with every plant and tree here. He led the two of them away from any places where they might encounter servants, and finally stopped in front of the courtyard where his mother had lived before her death.

Lin Jiayou reached out and gently pushed the door hinge, which made a soft "creak" sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Qian Zhenyun shuddered in fright, and Gu Qingchen nervously grabbed Lin Jiayou's sleeve.

Lin Jiayou glanced back at them, shook his head, and went inside first.

Everything here remains as it was, as if the owner had only been gone for a short time.

Lin Jiayou silently pulled out a bundle he had prepared beforehand, walked to the wardrobe, took out a few of his own changes of clothes, and stuffed them inside.

Then, he walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, took out the glittering jewelry one by one, wrapped them in cloth, and carefully put them into his bundle.

"Wow." Gu Qingchen came closer and looked at the jeweled hairpins and jade rings that shimmered in the moonlight. He couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Your mother has so many pieces of jewelry. They're even more beautiful than my mother's."

Lin Jiayou paused for a moment while wrapping the things.

He looked around the room, and could almost smell his mother's faint scent.

The rouge box on the dressing table, the cloak draped over the soft couch—everything still retained her scent.

But she's gone.

He tied the bundle tightly, carried it on his back, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Let's go!"

He had just turned around when Qian Zhenyun, who was following at the very back, suddenly stopped and stood still.

"What's wrong?" Gu Qingchen asked curiously.

Qian Zhenyun did not answer, but simply raised his finger and pointed to the bottom of the carved bed.

"Is there something down there?"

The moonlight illuminated a corner under the bed, revealing the vague outline of a box with what appeared to be a lock.

The three were instantly intrigued. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously moved closer.

Lin Jiayou and Qian Zhenyun stood on either side, while Gu Qingchen helped push from behind. With the combined efforts of the three, they managed to drag the heavy wooden box out from under the bed.