Chapter Eight: Xiao Yu's Exposure

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Qin Hao tested twice. After confirming that the princess would not blame him, he performed a scholar’s bow for the third time and said, “Thank you, Your Highness, for your magnanimity. But may I be so bold as to take a liberty and dare to make a wager with the princess?”

“How dare you!” Xiao Zhao scolded Qin Hao angrily.

Li Qingyao’s cold gaze revealed a faint surprise.

However, she did not dislike boldness and said calmly, “You are the first to dare to bet with me. What do you want to wager?”

Qin Hao smiled, “I bet that Your Highness cannot solve my first line of the couplet.”

Xiao Zhao said nothing but sneered inwardly.

The literary accomplishments of the Grand Princess ranked among the best in the capital.

She thought Qin Hao was far too presumptuous.

He was so proud and self-satisfied just for challenging the Grand Princess with a first line of a couplet. She was eager to see how he would lose.

Soon after, Qin Hao left the Grand Princess’s residence.

In the study room, after Qin Hao left, Xiao Zhao still could not understand what was difficult about the first line he gave, nor why the Grand Princess admitted defeat.

The first line given by the Grand Princess was a palindrome couplet she had explained before: “Painting of a lotus and a monk painting.” Whether read forwards or backwards, the rhythm and meaning were the same.

The difficulty was well-founded.

But Qin Hao’s first line, “Lonely cold window guards solitude,” sounded so irreverent.

There was another line, only five characters: “Smoke locks the pond’s willow.”

Both seemed very simple—why did the princess concede?

“Princess, is that Shen Hao really that formidable?” Xiao Zhao said stubbornly.

“I still think your first line is more impressive,” she added.

“And he is too bold to dare to bet with you.”

“Xiao Zhao, from now on, address Shen Hao as Young Master Shen,” Li Qingyao said calmly.

She could tolerate some audacity within reasonable bounds in talented people.

Meanwhile, she kept moving her hands, transferring the two couplets offered by Qin Hao onto paper.

Xiao Zhao could not understand them, but the princess could.

Both couplets were difficult because of their radicals.

“Lonely cold window guards solitude” — every radical is the ‘roof’ radical.

“Smoke locks the pond’s willow” — the radicals embody the five elements: fire, metal, water, earth, and wood.

Indeed, it was exquisitely ingenious.

By rights, someone as talented as Shen Hao should be a scholar.

Yet his manner of conduct was nothing like those stuffy Confucian scholars.

Rather, it was refreshing and new to her.

Outside the Grand Princess’s residence, after becoming part of her retinue, Qin Hao hurriedly headed to the Qin family.

This time he did not leave through the main gate.

First, to avoid suspicion and prevent the scholars at the gate who had seen him write the second line from stopping him.

Second, to prevent that vile Yang Suxin from secretly sending people to follow him—who would be taken care of before he even returned.

At the Qin residence, an hour had passed.

Yang Suxin stood calmly in the ruined, scattered courtyard of Qin Hao’s small house, waiting.

The people she had sent out had yet to report back.

At the moment, Qin Hao’s fate was unknown.

For now, she planned to properly deal with the little wretch before her.

Finally, Xiao Yu was found.

They had literally dug three feet into the ground.

Qin Hao’s courtyard house had been demolished, and the ground scraped off in layers.

Only then did they find a very inconspicuous hidden underground refuge.

That tiny shelter, only enough for two, had been slowly dug out over many years by Xiao Yu to protect Qin Hao.

It had helped Qin Hao escape beatings from the Qin family many times.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, having been found, was hung and bound on the execution rack.

There was still half-dried blood on the rack, left when Qiao’er was beaten earlier.

Xiao Yu was exhausted, her eyelids barely able to stay open.

Being captured was nothing—so long as the young master escaped this home, it was all worth it.

Perhaps today was the moment she would relieve the heavy responsibility bestowed by the madam.

“Mother, have you caught that wretch yet?” Qin Wude finished tidying up and ran over, his face full of anger.

He had been so scared just now that he lost all dignity.

When they caught Qin Hao later, he would torture him thoroughly until he died in pain and despair.

“Don’t worry, Dewu. Qin Hao will be caught soon. Whether he’s still alive, I don’t know,” Yang Suxin said, her eyes flashing with cruelty.

Now that Xiao Yu was found, it meant Qin Hao had no backup.

Everyone had been played by him.

And with her people watching the fugitive Qin Hao, he could no longer cause any trouble.

Therefore, this round was hers.

Ants are still ants; no matter how they struggle, she could crush them with one hand.

In Qin Dewu’s eyes flickered a hint of viciousness: “Alright, Mother, if what they send later is Qin Hao’s corpse, I want to whip the body.”

To him, Qin Hao was a toy to be twisted and crushed as he pleased—this was what his mother taught him.

Now, he would vent his anger on this little slave called Xiao Yu.

If not for Xiao Yu, Qin Hao would have been dead long ago.

Qin Dewu’s face darkened as he took up a black whip from the nearby rack of instruments, immediately revealing a twisted smile.

*Smack!*

Without a word, Qin Dewu lashed Xiao Yu.

Nearly asleep, Xiao Yu was awakened by the whip.

She screamed miserably.

In the next moment, her whole body convulsed in pain.

Bloody marks appeared on her clothes.

Hearing Xiao Yu’s screams, Qin Dewu looked utterly pleased.

When he beat Qin Hao before and heard his screams, he felt an inexplicable satisfaction.

This was why, over the years, Qin Dewu occasionally beat maids and servants just to hear their cries.

Even Yang Suxin was unaware of the full extent.

Another lash from Qin Dewu—

He prodded Xiao Yu’s chin with the wooden handle, relishing the moment.

“Does it hurt? But if you curse QinI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.