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Chapter 1242: Blowing the Cover (1)

Yun Lin’s appearance was too coincidental, making people wonder if he was in cahoots with that person.

A trace of suspicion appeared in Xiahou Qing’s eyes.

Ling Yun looked at the cliff and said, “That person snatched my money. I’m chasing after him to ask for money.”

With that said, Xiahou Qing dispelled some of his doubts.

With that fellow’s personality, it was not surprising that he would rob the young Palace Lord of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

“Aren’t you with your parents?”

Xiahou Qing asked.

With Yun Shuang’s martial arts, that person would definitely not be able to gain an advantage.

“They returned to the Hundred Flowers Palace first. I was taking a walk myself.”

Xiahou Qing nodded.

At this moment, it suddenly rained.

At first, it was just a few drops, but in an instant, it was as if a large hand had torn a bloody hole in the sky. Bean-sized raindrops fell, and the entire forest was enveloped in a sudden storm.

Ling Yun’s figure was thin, as if he could be blown away by the wind.

Xiahou Qing glanced at him and frowned. “Find a place to hide from the rain first.”

If Yun Shuang’s son was drenched, Yun Shuang would have to draw a line with the City Lord Manor again.

Xiahou Qing took a few steps and saw that Ling Yun did not follow.

He looked back and realized that he had walked too quickly.

This child’s body was weak and he was not a martial artist. It was difficult for him to walk in the rain.

He turned back and took off his outer robe, covering his head. “Let’s go.”

The two of them found a narrow cave nearby.

The rain poured continuously, and it was dark outside the cave.

Xiahou Qing did not have a lighter on him.

Ling Yun did bring it, but this pampered young master did not know how to start a fire.

“I’ll do it.”

Xiahou Qing said.

Ling Yun handed him the match.

Xiahou Qing tidied up the dry firewood in the cave, grabbed a handful of dried leaves, and lit a fire with a match.

At the end of August, Thousand Mountains Island was already cold in late autumn. Fortunately, there was a fire. Otherwise, Ling Yun’s body would definitely be frozen.

Xiahou Qing’s gaze landed on Ling Yun.

Ling Yun was wearing a half-face mask that covered his nose, revealing only a pair of calm eyes, pale lips, and a thin chin.

Given Duanmu Qi’s incident, Xiahou Qing did not ask why he was also wearing a mask.

The cave was very quiet, except for the sound of the rain and the crackling of dry firewood.

Xiahou Qing asked, “You don’t seem to walk around the island much. Do you not like to go out?”

Ling Yun said, “My mother didn’t let me go out when I was young.”

“Why?” Xiahou Qing was puzzled.

He picked up a stick and flicked the firewood in front of him. “My mother said that the island is very dangerous. It’s safer to stay in the Hundred Flowers Palace.”

Thinking of the relationship between the Hundred Flowers Palace and the various sects, Xiahou Qing opened his mouth. “There’s no need for that.”

Ling Yun stopped talking.

Xiahou Qing looked at him.

Perhaps because they were both members of the Yun family, Xiahou Qing couldn’t help but think of Yun Xi.

Xiahou Qing asked, “Did your mother mention your aunt to you? I mean your second aunt, Yun Xi.”

Ling Yun said, “I only have one aunt.”

Xiahou Qing was not surprised that he did not acknowledge Yun Xue. “It’s her.”

Ling Yun said calmly, “Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for the City Lord to ask about Yun Xi today?”

Xiahou Qing choked.

He sighed in shame. “I let your aunt down back then.”

Ling Yun said indifferently, “She’s already dead, and the City Lord has found a new lover. Don’t pretend to still be in love.”

Xiahou Qing’s expression darkened.

How dare this kid speak to him like this!

He tolerated Yun Shuang because she was a woman and was of the same generation as him. What right did a junior like him have to be sarcastic to his elders?

However, Ling Yun did not seem to feel his anger. He continued to calmly fiddle with the fire with the wooden stick.

His left hand grabbed the cuff of his right hand, revealing a thin wrist.

Xiahou Qing took a look and his anger gradually subsided. “Doesn’t your mother give you food?”

Ling Yun said, “Are you my father? Why do you care?”

“You…”

It was strange. He was not someone who could not control his emotions. He could deal with all the trivial matters on the island calmly and was rarely angry.

But why was he so easily angered in front of this child?

Forget it.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have a son!

If that person was not lying, Yun Xi had given birth to a son for him back then who had lived safely until now.

Where could that child be?