CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 362

But she doesn’t care whether what she says is true or not right now. Even if she were no longer Lady Shen, Yue’er would never want that bastard Shen Mubai again.

However, there was one thing she did not doubt, although Shen Mubai was a bastard, he wouldn’t harm Yue’er.

Could it be, this matter really has nothing to do with her?

Shen Weixi thought quickly for a moment and decided to find the person first and investigate slowly after this matter was resolved.

But, where should she start looking?

"Weixi, let’s split up to search. Qing’er, you should go back to your room and rest first."

"No, Mr. Shen, I also want to do my part. The more people there are, the more hope we’ll have. I’ll join you in looking for Miss Lin."

Shen Weixi snorted coldly, unwilling to spare another glance at the two, and turned around to leave.

Shen Mubai was filled with anxiety and couldn’t help thinking that Yu Qingyan was too slow. So he suggested they split up to search, saying it would give them a better chance.

Yu Qingyan nodded understandingly but turned with a cold and mocking gaze.

Ha... He really does care about that Lin Wanyue. Splitting up to search? Isn’t he worried that a frail young woman might encounter danger in the night?

...

At this moment, deep in the mountains.

The green mountains under the night sky were covered in white snow, a faint mist drifted in the air, and Nangong Mo, wearing a silver mask, swiftly traversed the night.

He had already infiltrated the Crown Prince’s residence to investigate but found no trace of Yun Ran.

The Shadow Guards, dispersed throughout various places at the mountain’s base camp, had yet to report back. Nangong Mo, concerned for Yun Ran’s safety, left the Crown Prince’s residence to search for Yun Ran alone in the mountains.

The dark mountain harbored endless unknown dangers at night. Feng Xuan wanted to suggest calling back several Shadow Guards to accompany him into the mountains, but Nangong Mo was unwilling to waste time waiting.

He didn’t even wait for Feng Xuan and used his Qinggong to the fullest, entering the endless peaks of the green mountains.

Yet, he had not been able to find any sign of Yun Ran along his way.

Even though the glowing snow light dispersed the darkness, the dense forests were everywhere in the mountains, enveloped in deep clouds and mist, making it never easy to find someone.

Nangong Mo searched the mountains for a long time, and those emotions he struggled to suppress, like wild grass, raged and spread.

Unconsciously, Nangong Mo clenched his fists, his gaze directed into the vast night, his handsome face under the mask cold as frost.

The further he went, the colder the midnight wind felt as it howled through the deep woods, passing through the secluded bamboo forest like a ghost wailing, the wind weeping.

A wisp of unsettling air permeated the atmosphere.

Nangong Mo’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, the night wind lifted a piece of red gauze, fluttering like a fiery butterfly dancing in the wind.

Nangong Mo’s gaze paused, and in the next moment, his figure darted toward the red gauze like a phantom, grasping it in his hand.

The cold red gauze carried a faint, familiar fragrance.

"Yun Ran!"

Nangong Mo could hardly suppress the tremor in his heart and quickly followed the direction from which the red gauze had flown.

Finally, beneath a thousand-year-old wutong tree, Nangong Mo saw the girl lying quietly on the ground.

For a moment, his heart seemed to cease beating, an unfamiliar emotion swirled within, a mix of fear, dread, and unease.

"Yun Ran!"

Nangong Mo rushed forward, lifted the girl from the ground, and gently cradled her in his arms. Then, he slowly reached out to feel her breath on her nose.

His fingers trembled slightly, an involuntary fear of confirming her stillness.

Fortunately, he felt her breath, weak as it was, and it was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.