Su Yunmo's eyes flashed with a faint light. Guessing what was happening, she didn't ask further.
She followed Ye Jingyu to the Ministry of Justice's prison and met the beggar who had escaped from the Feng family's old residence last time. From him, she learned about what had happened then.
When she left the prison, her expression was grim.
Ye Jingyu's expression was also unpleasant, but he said nothing. He merely sent her back to the General's mansion and told her that he would no longer interfere in this matter, leaving it to her to handle.
Su Yunmo nodded in agreement and didn't say much. Besides the incident of the Feng family's old residence catching fire, she had a more important matter to deal with.
Su Yunmo headed towards her own courtyard. Instead of going to her room, she went directly to Ziyuan's room.
Before she even reached the door, several suppressed low growls could be heard from within Ziyuan's room.
As if sensing movement outside, Ziyuan's voice quieted down, suppressing herself and daring not to make a sound.
This time, Su Yunmo didn't knock. She kicked the door open and walked in.
The moment the door opened, the smell of blood in the room instantly assaulted her, making her frown involuntarily.
Ziyuan was sitting on the bed, covered by the quilt, her face pale and unsightly, even her lips devoid of color.
Her entire arm was bandaged. Although wrapped in several layers, blood still seeped through.
"Little Mistress?" Ziyuan was startled when she saw Su Yunmo enter, almost instinctively hiding her hand behind her back.
Su Yunmo strode over and yanked her hand out.
The little dumpling flicked her fingers, and the bandages all snapped open, revealing her blood-stained arm.
Her entire arm was covered in knife marks, which she had inflicted on herself.
Su Yunmo frowned fiercely, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she looked at Ziyuan, "Is this what you call a cold requiring rest?"
Ziyuan pursed her lips and lowered her head, remaining silent.
Green Willow heard the commotion and ran in, calling out, "Miss!" Upon seeing Ziyuan's state, she was startled, "What happened?"
"Go call Linlang," Su Yunmo ordered, instinctively reaching for her glazed lock to get medicine, but then suddenly remembered that the glazed lock was not on her at the moment.
Green Willow responded flusteredly and quickly went to call for someone.
"Little Mistress, I'm really fine," Ziyuan said, but her voice weakened, sounding a little guilty.
Su Yunmo glared at her and rummaged through the cabinets and drawers to find medicine.
Ziyuan smiled helplessly and let her fuss.
Finally finding the medicine, Su Yunmo applied it to her and re-bandaged her arm.
Ziyuan was a little nervous, fearing that she would be interrogated.
But fortunately, Su Yunmo said nothing.
Just as the bandaging was finished, Linlang entered from outside, "Little Mistress, what is it?"
Su Yunmo gave her a meaningful look and then said to Green Willow, "Go guard the door. Don't let anyone approach."
Seeing their demeanor, Green Willow knew that something significant had happened and quickly agreed, going out to guard the door.
As the door closed, the room darkened.
Su Yunmo stepped back slightly, revealing Ziyuan on the bed, "Take a look."
The moment Linlang saw Ziyuan, her face changed drastically. She quickly walked over, placed a finger on Ziyuan's forehead, and closed her eyes to regulate the power within her body.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand, her eyes wide with shock, "Soul Extraction Curse!"
The master and servant pair had never heard of this curse and both showed confused expressions, frowning.
Linlang frowned and gritted her teeth, "The Soul Extraction Curse can make a person lose themselves and gradually turn into a puppet of the caster. It is an extremely insidious and vicious curse!"
"This is a forbidden art in Southern Xinjiang. The former King of Southern Xinjiang had long ordered all books containing such curses to be destroyed. Who secretly learned it and used it on Ziyuan?"
Su Yunmo's expression was grim, and she remained silent.
Linlang suddenly remembered someone, "The Princess of Southern Xinjiang?"
Logically, the royal family of Southern Xinjiang was not supposed to learn forbidden arts, let alone ordinary curses.
What was going on with this Princess of Southern Xinjiang?
"Ugh!" Ziyuan suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body convulsing rapidly, her eyes rolling back, looking as if she was in unbearable pain.
Almost instinctively, she reached under the pillow for a knife, intending to cut her own arm.
Before Su Yunmo could make this dangerous move, she snatched the dagger away, then pulled the quilt to wrap her up, "Come help me tie her up."
Linlang drew a belt from her waist, tied Ziyuan's wrists, and looped them over her head, binding them to the head of the bed to prevent her from harming herself.
Su Yunmo also tied her feet, then infused her abilities into Ziyuan's body.
"Little Mistress, hurry and leave, quickly!" Ziyuan struggled fiercely, her eyes gradually turning red, as if she wanted to kill someone.
Su Yunmo reached out her small hand and placed it on Ziyuan's forehead, her power slowly entering her body.
Ziyuan gradually quieted down, slowly closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Linlang looked concerned, "Little Mistress?"
"It's fine. It's just letting her sleep for two days. It's better than her enduring it like this," Su Yunmo sat back on the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples with a headache.
Lin Yuning had said that Meiyan had cast a curse on Ziyuan to make her hide the treasure map from her.
Judging by the current situation, it wasn't just about taking the treasure map; Meiyan had intended to kill her.
"How is it? Can it be resolved?" the little dumpling looked at Linlang.
Linlang shook her head with difficulty, "This kind of curse can only be resolved by the caster."
Judging by the situation, Ziyuan had likely been under the Soul Extraction Curse for some time. She was truly remarkable; an ordinary person would have long lost their mind from the torment.
She had managed to endure until now.
A faint light flashed in Su Yunmo's eyes.
Meiyan was currently working for Ye Jingcheng, so using forceful means to make her lift the curse was not an option.
It seemed she needed to find a suitable way to strike at her weakness.
"What has Second Brother been doing these past two days?"
The little dumpling's topic shifted too quickly, and Linlang couldn't react for a moment.
After a while, she finally responded, "Second Young Master usually goes out to dine with his friends from the martial world. He is resting at home today."
"You stay here and watch Ziyuan. I need to go out," the little dumpling got up and headed outside.
Su Siqi was currently sleeping in his bed.
The little dumpling went to his courtyard and called out. Su Siqi was sleeping too soundly to respond.
Su Yunmo then kicked the door open, her voice echoing, "Second Brother~ Momo misses you~"
Su Siqi woke up from his sleep and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Hiss~" He gasped in pain and cried out, "Ouch!"
Su Yunmo quickly rushed forward to help him up, fussing over him affectionately, "Second Brother, how could you be so careless? Did you hurt yourself? Momo will blow on it for you."
Su Siqi covered his forehead and retreated, "No, no, no, little ancestor. I can't bear it, I really can't bear it."
If this girl ignored him, he wouldn't feel anything.
But the moment she acted affectionately towards him, he knew she must want something from him, and it was never good!
The little dumpling pouted, puffing out her cheeks in displeasure, "Second Brother is too mean. Momo cares about you, and you don't even say nice things about me."
She snorted, stood up, and walked out, "Momo will go tell Mother to come and judge."