Tang Yan nodded generously. "Yes."
Seeing Su Mingyu looking unwell, Tang Yan curled his lips. "He's made me suffer for so many years. Don't you think I should get some compensation from him?"
"Then torture me?" Su Mingyu rolled her eyes. "You're so vicious. Anyway, I'm a pregnant woman. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Not at all. Only good people suffer retribution." Tang Yan snorted coldly. "I came here just to tell you that Gu Ruobai's actions have had a very obvious effect. The whole martial world has been shaken up. Now everyone is looking for this man worth ten thousand taels of silver."
Su Mingyu just let out an "oh", seemingly unmoved. "My man is, of course, extraordinary."
"Just keep being smug. Did I forget to tell you that Lin Feng and Gan Jiangnan have a very good relationship? Gan Jiangnan once took a knife for Lin Feng, and Lin Feng is extremely loyal. What do you think he'll do if he knows his master wants to arrest his brother?"
Su Mingyu frowned. "He'll help Gan Jiangnan hide."
Whether it's the 21st century or this era, soldiers are always very united and loyal. No one would ignore a brother in such a situation.
"Glad you know." Tang Yan watched Su Mingyu looking troubled and a smile played on his lips. "You look better when you stop pretending to be so calm."
"Thank you so much for worrying about us." Su Mingyu raised her eyebrows. "I believe Gu Ruobai will handle this well."
Seeing her like this, Tang Yan's face darkened. "Really? Then I'll just wait and see."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and turned away, leaving only an irritated back for Su Mingyu.
Su Mingyu snorted. Did he think it would be that easy to anger her with such a trivial matter?
But Tang Yan did have a point. Leaving aside whether Gan Jiangnan was really a spy, in his current situation, the only one he could turn to for help was probably Lin Feng.
But Gu Ruobai always valued Lin Feng and the others highly. If Gu Ruobai really had to guard against them, could he really do it?
After thinking it over, after nightfall, Su Mingyu sent a signal to Wu Yi and the others guarding outside. Taking advantage of the moment when the servant was going to get the bucket for swill, she passed this news to July and asked him to keep an eye on Lin Feng's movements.
After everything was done, Su Mingyu yawned and was about to open her door when a cold voice came from behind. "So that's why you've been so well - behaved these days. You've already managed to unlock the ankle - chain?"
Su Mingyu's heart sank, but on the surface, she pretended to be innocent. "I just wanted to get some fresh air. I'm pregnant now, and my mood is very important. Even if you lock up a hen for too long, it won't lay eggs. So I need some space."
Saying this, Su Mingyu turned around to look at Tang Yan and found that his face looked very bad. "What's wrong with you? I didn't go out. This place of yours is like a cage. I simply can't get out."
"Of course you can't get out, because you don't dare to take the risk." Tang Yan was quite confident about this.
"Since that's the case, who are you making such a stinky face for?" Su Mingyu pouted. Just as she was about to say she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, she accidentally saw the wine flask in Tang Yan's hand. She blinked. "Judging from your state, you seem to have drunk quite a bit. Why do you still want to drink?"
Tang Yan would drink some wine before going to bed every day, but never too much. Today's amount seemed rather abnormal.
"Can't I drink if I want to?" Tang Yan waved his hand impatiently. "Go to bed quickly."
Watching Tang Yan's somewhat staggering steps, Su Mingyu narrowed her eyes. She remembered that when the maid came today, she said that today was the day when Tang Yan was in the lowest mood, and specifically told her not to make him angry.
The memorial day of the Tang Mansion was clearly still a few days away. Then why was Tang Yan so down now?
After thinking for a while, Su Mingyu finally opened the door and followed him. "It's so boring to drink alone. How about I keep you company?"
"A pregnant woman like you can drink?" Tang Yan sneered. "Go to bed quickly."
"I can't drink, but I can keep you company while you drink." Su Mingyu said as she quickened her steps and walked side by side with Tang Yan. "When you're in a bad mood, it's good to have someone to talk to."
As Su Mingyu spoke, she narrowed her eyes and smiled like a fox. "Anyway, you hate me and I hate you. No matter what you say or what expression you show in front of me, I'll only gloat and never feel sorry for you. You get to vent your feelings, and I get to be happy. Isn't it a win - win situation?"
"Building your happiness on my pain?" Tang Yan snorted. "It really sounds like something you'd say."
Su Mingyu grinned. "So, isn't it great that I can be your free listening ear for you to vent?"
"Listening ear?" Tang Yan looked at Su Mingyu suspiciously. "What's that?"
"Well..." Su Mingyu pursed her lips. "It's a story my mother told me when I was a kid. It's about an emperor who had a pair of donkey ears."
"Every year, different barbers would come to cut his hair, because every barber who saw his donkey ears couldn't help but tell others, and then would be killed by the angry emperor."
"One day, a barber didn't want to be killed after cutting the emperor's hair, so he tried hard not to tell anyone about it. But it was so hard to keep the secret in his heart that he was about to burst. So he ran to the mountain and told the secret into a big tree hole."
"After that, the barber immediately felt a sense of relief, and he became the only one who managed to keep his life after cutting the emperor's hair."
Tang Yan frowned tightly, looking extremely disgusted. "What kind of nonsense story is this?"
Su Mingyu pouted. "Didn't you get any inspiration from my story?"
"No." Tang Yan answered firmly. "Your story is a complete mess. There can't be an emperor with donkey ears in this world, and there can't be a secret that will kill you if you don't tell it."
Su Mingyu felt helpless. This guy was really a realist.
She found a stool in the pavilion and sat down, then said, "I just want to say that when you feel depressed, if you pour your heart out to a non - talking listening ear, you'll feel much better, both in terms of your mood and everything else. Don't push yourself so hard."
There was no such word as "depression" in this era. In the 21st century, depression had already become one of the biggest problems in the world.