Chapter Six, Investigation at Two O'Clock

After going around a few times, the two finally emerged, both with furrowed brows: the situation had exceeded their expectations

There is only one reason for this, they are hurrying back to Hanshan Temple to eavesdrop.

Ning Jin was taken aback for a moment, wanting to say something, opened his mouth, and ultimately said: "You may go down now"

Zhan Zhao felt somewhat disappointed in himself; if he could have turned back earlier, perhaps he would have been able to hear the content of their conversation

"That will be enough, you can go and rest now." Ning Jingshen let out a deep breath, his expression growing increasingly grim, "Perhaps I was wrong; I should not have let you handle this task."

"Come in." Ning Jin said irritably

"Yes, I originally intended to keep this from you all." Ning Jin felt somewhat deflated under his gaze, his voice gradually lowering, "Since you all know anyway, there's no point in hiding it any longer. I'll just say it plainly." He glanced at Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan, a mix of anger and helplessness in his expression, "Who told you people from the Kaifeng Prefecture to be so stubborn! Led by Bao Heizi, including all of you beneath him... Just handle the case and seek justice, who doesn't know that the Kaifeng Prefecture is a court of justice? But even if the Kaifeng Prefecture is strict and impartial, shouldn't they still leave some face for the Emperor?"

It is an internal injury, nothing serious. I will return to my room to practice my breathing exercises for a while, and it will be fine.

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "Even with a collection of poems by Liu Qiqing hidden away, I cannot discern any points of doubt."

Let us return to the inn to rest. "Zhang Zhao also felt his eyes dry, "It is just the right time to review the account books we brought back last night; perhaps there will be some clues.

It is likely that we have already arrived at the inn. Do you still wish to find him for a game of chess? If not, I can make the effort to call him for you." Mo Yan spoke fluently, "That guard, Wu Da, has already worked hard all night and has also been injured; it would be better to let him rest.

In less than half a day's time, Bai Baozhen's study had become a scene of broken eaves and crumbling walls, a sight too tragic to behold, with a few lingering wisps of sorrowful smoke still not extinguished within.

... ... Donghai red coral ... ... how many feet? '' Mo Yan did not hear clearly

When Zhang Zhao raised his eyes again, he saw Mo Yan already lifting her foot to walk towards the small building

Wu Zichu stood with his shoulders drooping in the side room. Since bringing them to Hanshan Temple, he had not shown his face again, still wearing the same outfit as before. ... Zhang Zhao squinted his eyes; from the direction of the roof, it was difficult to discern his expression, but it was evident that a large area of Wu Zichu's boots was wet, indicating he had just returned from some business. Ning Jin remained seated on the couch, tilting his head as he contemplated something, unconsciously toying with a few chess pieces in his hand, producing a clicking sound.

He..." Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, "I got separated from him. The rain was falling too heavily, so we..." She gestured animatedly, "I was so focused on avoiding the rain that I didn't pay attention and ended up here."

Mo Yan nodded slightly, reaching a conclusion

Of course. Mo Yan also found it strange; apart from the lotus seed soup, she hadn't eaten anything else.

It was naturally inappropriate to huddle together with Mo Yan at that small gap, so he found a suitable place on the other side of the roof to crouch down

Zhan Zhao nodded slightly. Ning Jin only pondered briefly over the several chessboards, playing at a rapid pace. His style of play was not as steady as usual, clearly indicating that he had something on his mind

Seeing Ning Jin enter, Wu Zichu let out a long sigh, walked over to Mo Yan's side, and helplessly made a gesture of "please come in".

"The other party wields a sword, how do you know this so well?"

Zhan Zhao casually replied, his expression gloomy, as he looked at the list and realized that the profits extracted by Bai Baozhen far exceeded his imagination

Zhan Zhao remained silent

"All have been taken down," she said

Bai Yingyu shook her head: "There should be none, for it is midnight, and the servants have all gone to rest, so there is no one near the study."

Ning Jin deliberately cleared his throat with a forceful cough

Uncertain whether he had not heard clearly or if he was somewhat hesitant about Ningjing's tone, Wu Zichu knocked lightly a few more times.

It seems that it was too chaotic in the front, as several maidservants had followed ahead, leaving only Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan by the large poolside.

"Visiting the temple." Mo Yan chuckled and spoke whimsically.

Return the poetry collection to its original place, leaving only the bed curtains and the trunk. Zhang Zhao was hesitating whether to call Mo Yan upstairs when he suddenly heard voices coming from outside, indicating that someone had arrived

He has gone back to sleep

Will anyone be burned to death inside?

Therefore, Zhang Zhao cannot help but be moved

Just now, he and Mo Yan inspected the study, and found that both the inside and outside had been splashed with oil. Moreover, the ashes indicated that many books or papers had been taken down, stacked, and then burned. The arsonist was clearly well-prepared and had ample time, so it could not have been the two individuals they encountered last night. Initially, Mo Yan suspected Wu Zichu, but Zhan Zhao believed that with Zichu's lightness skill, he would not have had such ample time.

The housekeeper opened the door to find them, and upon recognizing the identity of Zhan Zhao, although he showed some reluctance, he still led them inside

The latter had a resigned expression, slowly stood up, swayed as if unable to maintain balance, and simply slid down from above. Several pieces of blue tiles fell down with her, creating quite a commotion.

Wu Zichu followed the instructions and exited the room, then closed the door for Ning Jin. He walked a few steps forward and then stopped—now it was daytime, and if he turned back at this moment, he would be able to see Mo Yan clearly.

Ning Jin glanced at the broken blue tiles on the ground: "Are you wandering on my roof?"

Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan were both slightly taken aback, secretly annoyed, as this would mean the complete loss of any clues

Mo Yan had not thought too much about it, only feeling that for such a family, not marrying would be a good thing. However, Zhan Zhao secretly sighed, as the Sima family could have slightly concealed the engagement ceremony. To withdraw so ostentatiously, without any consideration for the reputation of the Bai family’s young lady, seemed rather excessive. With Bai Baozhen already deceased, and now facing such a public cancellation of the engagement, the future days of the Bai family’s young lady would likely be difficult.

Ning Jin thought he hadn't understood, and continued, "Last time, without a second thought, he executed the prince consort; the time before that, without batting an eye, he imprisoned the uncle; and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that..." Mo Yan couldn't help but chuckle, but was glared at by Ning Jin. "Even if the Emperor has a good temper, the dignity of the royal family must still be upheld"

To the south of the lotus pond lies the small building where Bai Yingyu resides, just a few steps away from the entrance of the building. It seems as if heaven has favored them, for as soon as the two entered the corridor of the small building, the rain suddenly intensified.

How is their swordsmanship

He was about to call her back when he noticed a white shadow moving behind the screen, as two maidservants helped Miss Bai Yingyu, Shanshan, to come out.

Hmm?

Ning Jin glared at him: "Do you know how much she has overheard? Letting her go back would only invite that cat over."

Zhan Zhao nodded and called back Mo Yan

Please take your time, sir. I will have the maid hold the umbrella to lead you out, so you do not get lost again

Noticing that His Highness was in a terrible mood, Wu Zichu entered with a lowered gaze and said: "Your Highness, I have searched all around, but have not found that... that wild cat."

Since you already know, then Zhan Zhao...

Having finally returned to the Ziyun Inn, as Mo Yan stepped through the door, Zhan Zhao followed closely behind and said: "Change your clothes, we still need to visit the Bai residence"

Mo Yan responded absentmindedly, yet her face still bore an expression as if she were lost in a trance.

Where is the injury

"Did you find anything downstairs?" he asked

Could it be that the Kaifeng Prefecture has known all along? Ning Jin raised her eyebrows: How much does this girl actually know?

No wonder Ning Jin is not allowing herself to go out! Mo Yan's brows furrowed even tighter: Ning Jin has only confined herself and Zhan Zhao in the temple, without causing them any harm, so there must be something that she does not want them to witness.

Coincidentally, they are all the maidservants of Bai Yingyu

"Do you like it?" she asked, tilting her head up.

He spoke with an unsteady breath, clearly having sustained internal injuries

What a bunch of useless tasks!" Ning Jin muttered under his breath, and Fang helplessly said, "This cat is putting on quite a show in front of me. Where is he?"

"How could it be her?" Mo Yan shook her head and sighed

In other words, the lotus seed soup had already been prepared in advance, yet it was not served. Zhang Zhao fell into deep thought, "And the Prince of Ning clearly had no intention of playing chess, yet he insisted on continuing until the lotus seed soup was brought to the table before he stopped... Therefore, the lotus seed soup might just be a signal"

Mo Yan expressed her disagreement, saying: "Regardless, your lightness skill is good; just jump down from the building. It's unfortunate for me, perfectly fine, yet I ended up as a lecher." Although she was startled to see Zhan Zhao suddenly appear behind her, she quickly understood the situation.

Mo Yan licked her lips and said, "That lotus seed soup has been reheated."

The conversation between the two was utterly nonsensical and simplistic, leaving bystanders completely baffled and perplexed. Bai Yingyu followed Mo Yan's gaze, but apart from scattered ashes, there was nothing else to be seen, let alone discern anything from it.

"What is there to say?" Bai Yingyu asked lightly, as the family had fallen into such disarray that there was nothing left to conceal.

Zhan Zhao did not pay her any attention and said to Bai Yingyu: "I did not know this place was the young lady's boudoir. If there is any disrespect, I hope the young lady will forgive me"

Finally, Wu Zichu slowly turned his head, carrying a hint of helplessness... When he saw Mo Yan, that hint of helplessness transformed into a significant surprise.

In just a moment, the two arrived on the roof of the room where Ning Jin was staying

Your Highness, will you not eat something else?

The two individuals faced each other in silence. Mo Yan's squatting legs began to feel numb, and she started to doubt whether Wu Zichu had already discovered her.

Aren't you tired

Your Highness? Wu Zichu was anxious, not knowing what exactly he had done wrong

two feet three inches

The autumn wind swept by, and the almost imperceptible raindrops brushed against his collar, prompting Zhan Zhao to withdraw his gaze. He suddenly realized that although he and Mo Yan were two entirely different types of people, there existed an astonishing tacit understanding between them

"By the way, where is Lord Zhan?" Bai Yingyu suddenly called out to her

No one pays attention to him

Just say to take shelter from the rain

At this, Wu Zichu was greatly astonished; how did Ning Jin know that they were all experts in swordsmanship

Zhan Zhao understood. Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice

Just after finishing the meal and settling the bill, they saw five or six fully loaded horse-drawn carriages slowly turning the corner and heading towards the Bai residence. Although the large boxes piled on the carriages were wrapped in gold and red, they appeared somewhat faded, indicating a long journey. Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan exchanged a glance, both understanding the situation: the girl had mentioned yesterday that the Sima family had not yet returned the engagement letter and the betrothal gifts, so it seemed these carriages were related to that.

"Do you also find it suspicious?" Mo Yan couldn't help but speak up

Upon hearing this, Wu Zichu paid his respects and was about to exit when he was called back by Ning Jin

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "That is indeed true"

Perhaps she is afraid of something

Zhan Zhao nodded

The two individuals did not engage in conversation, or they have just finished talking

A minor injury, it is not a problem

Ning Jin gazed straight into his eyes and said, "Zichu, to speak honestly, do you not wish to take on this troublesome task?"

Wu Zichu gently knocked on the door from outside

At this moment, Ning Jin looked at her as if she were a monster

She did not hear anything, Wu Zichu said, "I just heard some noise, she has only just arrived."

... ... Hmm ?

There is a small scratch on the outer side of his right sleeve, caused by a sword

Mo Yan saw her face filled with sorrow and wanted to say something to comfort her, but was stopped by Zhan Zhao's gaze. She could only follow them into the inner hall, glancing back three times, clearly reluctant to part with the more than ten boxes of items.

Go ahead

Mo Yan leaned against a wall not far from the Bai residence, arms crossed. Standing beside her was Zhang Zhao, both of them listening attentively to the messenger from the Sima family as he presented the list of greetings to the Bai residence for their verification.

"Miss, Miss!" A maid hurriedly approached, "Several aunts are arguing up ahead, and the third aunt is shouting for you to come over, saying, saying..." She glanced at Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

"From where do you perceive something amiss?" asked Zhang Zhao. Although Mo Yan did not understand the intricacies of the chess game, her observational skills in other areas were remarkably keen.

Rao's Zhan Zhao was quick-witted and agile, reaching out to grasp her arm, preventing her from falling headlong to the ground; however, her two knees had already struck the ground heavily

Ningjin found it somewhat strange that Zichu did not inform him of his injury, and moreover, from his appearance, he could not tell that Zichu was hurt

I am here to take shelter from the rain" Mo Yan said with a smile, quickly putting down the embroidery in her hands and smoothing it out to indicate that it was intact.

After the maidservant escorted the two out of the Bai residence, Zhan Zhao finally let out a sigh of relief and remarked, "That was truly a close call."

"Where is Zhang Zhao?" Ning Jin asked. He was not foolish; since this girl was here, Zhang Zhao must be nearby.

Zhan Zhao first checked several common hiding places for valuables but did not find what he was looking for. Instead, he discovered a small booklet of fine calligraphy, which contained meticulous transcriptions of poems by Liu Qiqing. Although Liu Qiqing was a renowned figure in his time, known as the white-clad minister, he was also a dashing talent who frequently indulged in the pleasures of the brothels and flower streets, resulting in a poor reputation in the inner chambers. It is no wonder that Bai Yingyu chose to secretly transcribe his works.

Wu Zichu was taken aback for a moment, and after some thought, he realized that Ning Jin was asking about whom, and he nodded with a look of difficulty: "I have met them a few times before, it was also by chance, I did not expect it to be them"

"Miss Mo, what is the matter?" Zhang Zhao thought he had done something wrong.

Zhan Zhao had already caught on to the point and interrupted without hesitation: "Is it possible that the Emperor has already learned that this case of corruption in Jiangnan is related to someone from the royal family?"

... ... Hmm

I understand that Your Highness also has your own difficulties

"Is there anything good upstairs?" she continued to ask

Fire!

Indeed! She stretched her arms, yawned wearily, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot since you didn't mention it."

At this moment, not only Ning Jin was taken aback, but even Mo Yan was greatly startled. However, the former was shocked and angry, while the latter was pleasantly surprised, as she had not expected that Zhan Zhao was actually right above her head

I know that someone is watching you. Just let Zichu go and see if they are from the inner court. If they are, instruct them not to act recklessly and to return to the capital quickly. Yet, those two are also quite foolish, and they actually got into a scuffle with Zichu. I suppose this can be considered as me helping you... " Ning Jing said this and then thought it was odd, asking, "Don't you all already know? Why are you asking me?"

Do not be deceived by the light rain; the chill of autumn is mixed within it. If one gets drenched without paying attention, the cold will seep into the body, making it easy to catch a cold. She added with great seriousness

淫贼

Just like the sun, it is as if one gazes at clouds—these two phrases swirled around in Mo Yan's mind in a haze. In the past, when Xiao Chen had her memorize the "Records of the Grand Historian," she had always been somewhat unclear about the meaning of these two sentences. Yet, for some reason, they suddenly emerged at this moment, and she vaguely felt that they were perfectly suited to the person before her

Zhan Zhao was still untying the ropes and was almost finished.

Zhan Zhao shook his head, showing no regard for Ning Jin's face: "I didn't notice it."

Zhan Zhao hesitated; he was usually busy with official duties and truly did not have much time to appreciate poetry. In his memory, he only had a vague impression of a few lines.

It was easy to move in front of the chair, Mo Yan sat down, leaned back against it, comfortably let out a long sigh, and remained still

I did not notice that," Mo Yan turned to ask Zhan Zhao, "Did you notice it?

"If it were not for Your Highness's deliberate deception, I would not be in this situation," said Zhan Zhao, his tone gentle and unperturbed.

"This must be her dowry, right?" Mo Yan pointed at a red satin embroidery of a double lotus on the embroidery frame, her gaze filled with envy. "It is truly beautiful, unlike me who can only embroider mice."

Returning, a cloud leaves no trace, where is the previous period? — Is this his? '' Zhang Zhao could not be certain

Mo Yan felt somewhat confused upon hearing this. Looking again at Zhan Zhao, who had a blank expression, she noticed that Ning Jin seemed to be wearing a faintly apologetic smile, as if the situation had turned upside down.

Those lotus seed soups have been reheated, and they surely do not suit your taste. It would be better to cook some peanut sweet soup instead. Mo Yan smiled and said, "Remember to add sugar only after the peanuts are cooked; that way, it will taste better"

Zhang wishes to go and take a look, is it convenient?

Her words were shrouded in ambiguity, expressed with great subtlety, leaving Ning Jin filled with doubts. Lying on the beam, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but smile, for he knew that Mo Yan was being clever.

Seeing her looking at him with a smug expression, Zhang Zhao could only say: "What a pity indeed"

Zhan Zhao had no choice but to brace himself and enter.

Zhan Zhao observed his expression, gauged his thoughts, pondered for a moment, and then leaped down.

Ningjin's complexion looked very poor: "What else do you know?"

Perhaps it was a signal to inform Prince Ning that we could leave. Zhang Zhao recalled that it was at that moment that Ning Jin expressed fatigue and no longer wished to continue the game of chess

Ning Jin stared at her without blinking, articulating each word clearly: "You don't know?"

A sword has two edges, while a knife has a single edge, and naturally, the marks they leave are different. Your Highness, you are an outsider when it comes to weapons. Even knives come in many varieties, such as willow leaf knives, curved knives, and nine-ringed gold-backed cleavers, each leaving distinct marks and wounds. Even if I explain it to you, you would not understand.

Let us go

The two individuals stared at each other with wide eyes

Having left Fengqiao Town, upon reaching the heart of Shibanqiao, the sound of the bell from Hanshan Temple rang out, and the two of them unconsciously slowed their pace...

He certainly knows. Mo Yan happily shook her head

The lotus seed soup has been reheated, not freshly cooked, which is unacceptable. She reiterated, "Prince Ning is particular about his diet; even his tea is prepared with such precision. How could the servants possibly use reheated lotus seed soup to deceive him?"

Just as Mo Yan was discovered by Wu Zichu, one of her hands, hidden behind her, waved at him, signaling him not to come out. To be honest, in Zhan Zhao's perception, this was not something this little girl would do. He thought she should quickly escape or simply engage in a fierce fight with the opponent. Yet, she willingly fell down in such a conspicuous and awkward manner; he knew she was doing it on purpose to attract more of Wu Zichu's attention

"Rest assured, there is none." Zhang Zhao said淡道.

Twenty pieces of cloud-patterned brocade? Isn't this fabric meant for tribute only? ... ... The person reading the order spoke fluently, as if reciting a menu, and Mo Yan listened with great interest, "These fine items, the Sima family doesn't care at all, truly a waste of Bai Baozhen's efforts."

At that moment, the two of them turned around in unison and hurried back along the path they had come from

The two faced each other for a long time. Ning Jin realized that his authority as the Prince of Ning was utterly insignificant in front of this girl. Mo Yan not only disregarded him as the Prince of Ning, but also showed no awareness of being in a subordinate position.

Zhan Zhao did not object, but looked at her with curiosity: "Can you still eat?"

In Mo Yan's mind, this matter was very simple, consisting of three possible scenarios: she and Zhan Zhao were captured together; Zhan Zhao was captured, and she rescued him; or she was captured, and Zhan Zhao came to rescue her. Given the disparity in abilities between her and Zhan Zhao, she chose the third option without a second thought

You ... ...

"Then last night, Your Highness, you led us here..." Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly

Liu Qiqing's collection of poems! Mo Yan was pleasantly surprised, "I also have a copy, I did not expect that this Miss Bai and I share the same interests."

At this moment, Zhan Zhao had already quietly leaped into the room through the window on the north side when Ning Jin had just left, hiding himself in the beams. Zhan Zhao's cultivation was much higher than that of Mo Yan, and his breathing was extremely gentle. Wu Zichu could hear Mo Yan's breathing, but he could not hear Zhan Zhao's.

Bai Yingyu forced a smile; this third aunt had always been overshadowed by the other two. Presumably unable to secure anything, she simply wished to part ways. In any case, it was imperative not to let them make a scene in front of outsiders. She took a deep breath and said apologetically to Zhan Zhao: "Please wait a moment, I will be right back."

At least eat something first, right? She just doesn't believe that he isn't hungry

Mo Yan, oblivious to the situation, continued to press on: "What exactly is your salary? Why is it that every day consists of steamed buns and overcooked noodles? Even as a constable, with a monthly salary of three taels, life shouldn't be this tight... Could it be that you are in debt, thus forced to live frugally to repay it? Or perhaps you have also committed some offense, and Lord Bao has deducted your salary as well... How many months has it been deducted? Do tell! Is it worse than my situation?"

Please, Mr. Zhang.

As she spoke, Zhan Zhao strolled in from behind her, drenched by the rain, and said in a deep voice: "So you have arrived here, making it easier for me to find you"

Where is Zhang Zhao

Zhan Zhao looked at Mo Yan

If one could seriously injure him but chooses to show mercy and stop short, it can only indicate that there is a bond of friendship between them

Oh... she relaxed, and after a moment's thought, looked at him with sympathy, "Have you smelled it before?"

"Are you... alright?" Zhang Zhao looked at her with a hint of helplessness

Zhan Zhao did not speak, then half-squatted down to untie the ropes on her feet, and the displeasure in his eyes grew stronger

Ning Jin assumed that Zhan Zhao must know more than Mo Yan

The rope was tied quite tightly. Wu Zichu, being a martial artist, only sought to secure a strong knot. When Zhan Zhao untied the ropes from her hands, he was taken aback to see a patch of purplish-red around her wrists, which almost immediately swelled up significantly.

Mo Yan did not even blink an eye

Oh ... ...

Mo Yan sneered: "Are you afraid of tarnishing her father's 'reputation'?"

Zhan Zhao was worried on one hand that those two would destroy other items, and on the other hand, he was concerned whether Wu Zichu had engaged with them at the Bai residence, uncertain if anyone else had been harmed.

"Indeed," Mo Yanhui said joyfully, "the intimacy has faded, the drinkers are desolate, it is not like when we were young. My second brother also enjoys this little tune, I did not expect you would like it too"

"Please forgive me, please forgive me..." Ning Jin originally wanted to maintain the demeanor of the Prince of Ning, but feeling aggrieved, he could not help but shout angrily: "How can you expect me to forgive! One fell from my roof, and another fell from my beam. What do you take this place for? Even the people from Kaifeng Prefecture would not be so arrogant!"

Ning Jin remained seated on the couch, observing Mo Yan, whose hands and feet were tightly bound. The latter completely ignored him, her eyes fixed on the chair beside her, slowly inching her way over.

"If someone finds out later, just say this." He continued, walking past her.

Zhan Zhao remained silent, fully aware that although Ning Jin spoke in a grandiloquent manner, he was actually fearful of them uncovering the mastermind behind the scenes

Indeed, Mo Yan let out a light sigh, "This case of corruption in Jiangnan can be regarded as significant or trivial, depending on the perspective. Your Highness, you too have your unspoken difficulties. Since the matter must be addressed, we also have to take into account the Kaifeng Prefecture—this is truly not an easy task"

You might as well not ask. You brought us here, thinking it was flawless, but in reality..." Mo Yan looked at him with sympathy

Mo Yan was immediately delighted: "Actually, you are not a bad person. If I have time next time, how about I embroider a cat for you?"

"Apart from those embroidered items, everything else consists of daily necessities, nothing particularly special." Mo Yan tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It is evident that Bai Baozhen cares for her deeply; the items in the room are not only comprehensive but also exquisite, having been carefully gathered... What shall we do now?"

Mo Yan glanced at the stairs and obediently walked towards the door. Two maidservants protected Bai Yingyu, avoiding her as if she were a plague.

Upon seeing that embroidery, Bai Yingyu's complexion grew even paler

The room was enveloped in a profound silence, as Ning Jin stared at Mo Yan, as if contemplating whether to bury her alive in a desolate, secluded place deep within the woods on a moonless, windy night

She had no doubt that Zhan Zhao would come to rescue him, but she never considered where this confidence came from

Take her away, take her away! ... ... I never want to see her again!" Ning Jing said angrily

There is no smell of charred corpses

Are you saying that this is still my fault

Mo Yan did not respond, and continued: "The other party is not only a master swordsman but also his friend. Your Highness, forcing him to fight against his own friend is rather unkind."

It's nothing

Mo Yan followed closely behind him, nearly stepping on his heels

Ning Jin scrutinized him from head to toe, causing Wu Zichu to feel a chill all over. After a long while, he finally asked, "Are you injured?"

He helplessly took a step and said, "What if someone sees me?"

Zhan Zhao did not respond, looking at her with a blank expression.

As they sat in the inner hall, the increasingly boisterous sounds from the outer hall could still be heard from a distance. Zhan Zhao appeared indifferent, seemingly oblivious to the noise, while Mo Yan listened intently, finding it quite amusing.

Ning Jin pondered for a long time, then raised his head, as if just realizing that Wu Zichu was still standing in front of him, and said: "You have also been busy all night, you should go down and rest for a while."

Where are you going now

His reaction was beyond Mo Yan's expectations. Hearing him agree so unexpectedly, she was taken aback, looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

Upon hearing this, Ning Jin let out a cold snort, no longer pursuing the matter. He turned around and stepped back into the room, saying: "Bring her in. You go around and see if there are any other wild cats."

The vestibule leads to another small path towards the small building, which is much closer than the route they took. Before Zhang Zhao had the chance to go downstairs to remind Mo Yan, he heard a sharp scream coming from below.

The woman exclaimed in anger, "I never expected that the people of Kaifeng Prefecture could be such shameless lecherous scoundrels!"

Last night, a fire broke out in the study. By the time it was discovered and extinguished, eight or nine tenths of the study had already been destroyed

"The other party is his friend, how did you come to know this?"

Ning Jin impatiently slapped the table: "Come in, come in, come in! Can't you hear me!"

Mo Yan frowned: "It seems that the account book is most likely fake."

They have no reason to bring that ! '' she said

Feeling that his tone was somewhat strange, Mo Yan turned her head and saw him silently grinding his teeth

Mo Yan did not pursue the matter further; although she was somewhat curious, ultimately her timidity prevailed. She strolled through the ruins, occasionally spotting something and gesturing for Zhan Zhao to come over and take a look.

Mo Yan originally wanted to say that you don't need to sleep, but I have to sleep. However, upon looking up, she saw that he also had a weary expression. Considering that he seemed to have rested even less than she had, she could only swallow her words back.

How can it be determined that it is a sword and not a knife

Zhan Zhao pays his respects to Your Highness

Since those betrothal gifts were returned to the young lady, let her go out and say a few words

Zhan Zhao remained silent, gazing at the small building not far away where Bai Yingyu resided

The maid speaking is the same one who was in the study yesterday. She noticed that Mo Yan's gaze towards the young lady was inappropriate yesterday, and she did not expect that today he would be bold enough to intrude into the boudoir.

What signal is this

The place where Bai Yingyu rests is upstairs, and everything in sight is feminine. He regretted a bit, thinking that he should have let Mo Yan come upstairs just now. Not to mention the dazzling array of rouge, powder, and other cosmetics on the dressing table, even checking the bedding or clothes in the box would be extremely embarrassing.

Anyway, no one is here.

Ning Jin glared fiercely at Zhan Zhao, who had always been known for his generous temperament, yet now... It seems that one truly becomes red when close to vermilion and black when close to ink

Initially, there was no awareness of anything, but upon her remark, not only Bai Yingyu but also the two maidservants beside her began to feel somewhat uneasy, their gazes cautiously sweeping over the ruins, fearing that there might indeed be some remnants among them

"Deliberate arson?" Bai Yingyu frowned, "I also cannot understand why one would want to burn down the study."

It turns out that you are inherently miserly and frugal.

Although Mo Yan is a martial artist, she is ultimately a girl, so it would be a lie to say it doesn't hurt... She rubbed her hand, gritting her teeth and inhaling sharply, when she suddenly looked up to see Zhan Zhao squatting right in front of her, so close that she could almost touch him. He had his head slightly lowered, his features as clear as a painting, and she could even see each of his eyelashes clearly

Thank you

"It is indeed lively at your residence!" Mo Yan said with a smile upon seeing Bai Yingyu. Although describing it as "lively" may not be entirely accurate, it is nonetheless her sincere opinion

Mo Yanqi asked: "How do you know?"

Ning Jin gritted his teeth resolutely, making one last struggle; he could not lose face in front of this little girl: "I also intentionally exposed some flaws to see just how capable the Kaifeng Prefecture is in handling cases, and you all are passable."

Halfway up the stairs, I looked down to see Mo Yan standing at the bottom with her hands behind her back, swaying her head and wandering around, looking very happy. Zhan Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corners of his lips. If she really intended to embroider a cat for him, he wouldn't know how to refuse.

To be honest, Zhang Zhao was somewhat worried about Mo Yan. Last time in the small town by the river, he had to come to her rescue. Just as he was about to suggest that she wait a little further away, he saw Mo Yan skillfully and quietly move a tile to create a small gap, leaning down to look through the opening.

Ning Jin was clearly unwilling to say more, while Mo Yan beside her laughed heartily without a care. Wu Zichu, not understanding the situation, cast a suspicious glance at her and had no choice but to comply and exit the room.

In such a predicament, to still act as if nothing is wrong is indeed a rare sight. Ning Jin patiently observes what tricks she can come up with.

How do you know he was injured

"But is there someone who deliberately set the fire?" Mo Yan asked

The esteemed person speaks too heavily, neglecting the honored guest; it is indeed Yingyu who has been disrespectful

She stood up with a grimace, brushed the dust off her knees, and even upon seeing Ning Jin's face, which was incongruous with his status and filled with glee at her misfortune, she paid him no mind and walked straight out the door

The servant presented the tea and snacks. Bai Yingyu frowned, took a sip of the tea, wiped the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, and then asked softly: "If the two of you have come today to check the letters, I fear that will not be possible."

"It is the scent of a sinking star." Mo Yan knew what he was about to ask, wrinkling her nose, "But the smell is somewhat off. It's quite an expensive fragrance, and with the way she uses it, it really feels like a waste." After saying this, she lifted the curtain and stepped inside without a second thought. Meanwhile, Zhan Zhao hesitated in the corridor, as it was indeed a young lady's private chamber, and such an intrusion seemed rather inappropriate.

Since there are many inconveniences at your residence, I, Zhan, take my leave

"Hmm, I didn't find it." replied Zhang Zhao

When did the dignified fourth-rank imperial guard also become a thief in the night?" Ning Jin, feeling somewhat calmer, snorted coldly.

There are quite a few items... and they are all good items

Knowing that she has always been outspoken, Zhang Zhao did not take offense at such comments and did not offer much in the way of defense. He quietly watched as the people from the Bai residence moved the wedding gifts inside, and after waiting for half a day, he guessed that everything inside was in order before he and Mo Yan stepped forward to knock on the door

Zhan Zhaoman responded vaguely, clearly unwilling to answer this question, as it was not a pleasant memory.

Zhan Zhao smiled, unsure if she should feel honored.

Zhan Zhao habitually sighed, realizing that he had been sighing frequently lately

The view is expansive and the scenery is delightful. Would you like to go up and take a look as well? Mo Yan responded fluently, smiling in a rather annoying manner

Zhan Zhao did not respond, his gaze was gentle yet resolute

"Alright," she replied readily

It was the first time someone had bestowed such a title upon her, and Mo Yan appeared somewhat dazed. Only after looking down at her male attire did she suddenly come to a realization

Two maids supported Bai Yingyu and stood at the door, staring straight at Mo Yan who stood still, holding a century-old embroidery of good wishes in his hand.

You recognize them, don't you

Zhan Zhao's gaze flickered as he changed the subject, "I wonder if there are any clues upstairs. I'll go up and take a look, you carefully search downstairs."

The maid's slightly worn skirt had a large oil stain on it. The skirt was a stone blue color, and the oil stain was not very noticeable on it. Perhaps for this reason, she did not change out of the skirt. Her shoes were the same as those of the previous two.

After a cup of tea, the two of them had changed out of their night clothes, but still wore the same clothes as yesterday. They sat at the same noodle stall they had been to yesterday, still ordering two bowls of wonton noodles. Mo Yan happily sprinkled some chopped green onions on top and enjoyed the delicious meal. Zhan Zhao looked at her appearance, smiled slightly, and secretly admired her.

Okay. Zhan Zhao straightened up and saw Mo Yan still staring at him blankly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yan smiled and looked up at the sky, a few strands of rain hanging on the tips of her hair, gently and softly.

Listening to their polite exchanges, Mo Yan couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart. Such petty jealousy and envy, it suits this cat quite well.

Did you hear any noise on the roof?" Ning Jin raised an eyebrow, implying that he hadn't been informed.

Do we still need to go to the Bai Mansion?" Mo Yan was puzzled. He looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "That... didn't we already get it? Why do we still need to go?"

Can it harm others? asked Zhan Zhao.

Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I, Zhan Zhao, shall take my leave. I will also take Miss Mo with me.

I believed it to be a wild cat, so I did not disturb Your Highness

Without thinking, she stood up and walked, but unexpectedly her legs had been tied for too long and were already numb. As soon as she took a step, she fell forward involuntarily.

He was hesitating when he heard Mo Yan sigh inside and say, "Miss Bai is a skilled embroiderer. Lord Zhan... where is he?"

Lotus Seed Soup captures the delicate fragrance of the lotus seeds. However, reheating it will cause the aroma to dissipate. Do not furrow your brow or shake your head. "You may not be able to taste it, but someone like him has no reason not to."

Mo Qian turned around and stared at him with widened eyes, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

The two maids following Bai Yingyu also had oil stains on their shoes. Initially, they did not pay much attention, believing that the maids must frequently enter and exit the kitchen, and a little oil stain was commonplace. However, when the hurried maid appeared before them, both of them immediately understood.

Last night after we left, I don't know how, let's go and take a look to feel more at ease.

Ultimately, the territory of the Great Song belongs to the Zhao family. The emperor hopes that the Kaifeng Prefecture can understand the people's sentiments and handle cases with divine accuracy, but he does not like the Kaifeng Prefecture repeatedly...

This time Ningjin is completely on fire: "Don't think that just because you are from Kaifeng Prefecture, this king can't do anything to you! Zichu! Find a rope and tie her up!"

To cut open with a sword is the quickest way, but after all, Ning Jin is still the Prince of Ning. It is not appropriate to draw a sword in front of him. Zhan Zhao crouched down and slowly untied the rope for Mo Yan.

Fortunately, Bai Yingyu was different from those concubines; as soon as she turned around, she saw Zhan Zhao. She cast a cold glance at the concubines and still stepped forward to greet Zhan Zhao with a graceful bow

Exhibition Zhao frowned and looked around. It was completely different from yesterday, and almost no one paid attention to the two of them. Turning his head again, Mo Yan didn't know when he had also joined the crowd, holding a jade carving and admiring it with great interest, completely forgetting why he came.

What?

On the way to the city, feeling listless, only wanting to quickly return to the inn and sleep. Last night, curled up on a chair all night, body aching. It would be even better to soak in hot water for a while to feel comfortable.

Ning Jin stared at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Zhan Zhao remained silent, walking quickly forward.

Seeing Zhang Zhao silent beside her, she smiled and asked, "What is the difference in salary between the fourth and third ranks? How is it that his family is so wealthy, yet you are in such poverty?"

She shook her head with utmost sincerity

"Master Zhan, please come inside to speak." The hall was too noisy, so she urged Zhan Zhao to go in.

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "No."

Zhan Zhao listened to her increasingly absurd remarks, feeling both amused and exasperated, and could only explain: "Lord Bao did not deduct my salary. It is just that I, Zhan, believe in dressing modestly and eating simply, without excessive fuss."

Zhan Zhao undoubtedly believed that Mo Yan had put herself in a difficult position in order to protect him. Such occurrences were rare for him; under normal circumstances, he usually played the role of the protector.

You actually dare to intrude into the young lady's chamber in my house!

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The Emperor has guessed a little, otherwise why would I have traveled from Lingnan to Gusu..." Ning Jing noticed that Zhang Zhao's words were not pleasant, so his tone softened considerably, carrying a hint of reassurance, "Of course, you can rest assured, I will never obstruct the Kaifeng Prefecture in handling cases, I am merely thinking of some ways for the royal family to save face for the Emperor.

It's beyond my control, Zhan Zhao is reckless, I ask for Your Highness's forgiveness.

On the other side, Mo Yan's gaze also circled around Wu Zichu, and this angle was slightly better than that of Zhan Zhao. She could see a small scratch on the outer side of Wu Zichu's sleeve, and the hem of his garment was scattered with a few specks of mud

Before they even reached the hall, the scene before them caused the two to stop in their tracks: all the ceremonial gift boxes that had been seen at the entrance were now opened, and three concubines were directing the servants to pick through the items one by one. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say they were not merely picking but rather competing for them.

... ... and, and ... ..." Ning Jin was momentarily at a loss for how to ask her.

Ning Jin stared at her in silence, already so exasperated by her that he had lost his temper.

Hearing the sound of Mo Yan taking a sharp breath, Ning Jin suppressed his impatience and glanced at her, only to find that Mo Yan was staring at Zhan Zhao without blinking, her expression exceedingly strange and intensely focused

Your Highness, this... is not quite appropriate

The bell just now was the sound that calls the monks in the temple to their meals every morning. Almost all the monks gathered in the dining hall, and fortunately, Zhan Zhao and Mo Yan managed to evade detection along the way, hardly seeing any figures.

Wu Zichu's eyebrows were knotted straight, and he couldn't understand why he hadn't lifted a finger to touch her, yet there was such a big commotion. He didn't originally intend to alarm Ning Jin, but now Ning Jin had already opened the door and was staring incredulously at the person in the courtyard who was still tidying up their clothes as if nothing had happened.

How do you know that Zichu is injured

Upon seeing her again, Ning Jin was almost annoyed.

Is it him?" Mo Yan gritted her teeth

Mo Yan silently straightened her body, fixating on his silhouette. She dared not move, as she could not ascertain whether Wu Zichu had already noticed her presence above; she also did not dare to flee, for Wu Zichu's lightness of foot surpassed her own. The only solace was that Zhan Zhao was on the other side, out of Wu Zichu's sight.

By the pool, Mo Yan cautiously peeked out from behind Zhan Zhao, her voice so soft it sent chills down one's spine

Mo Yansihao does not think it is a problem at all. Her face clearly shows that she also has this intention, and she only gestured to Zhan Zhao about her still bound hands and feet.

Zhan Zhao nodded his head

You... why haven't you left yet

We only just found out, as you mentioned. Mo Yan smiled brightly, deliberately trying to infuriate him

Is the lotus seed soup reheated? How do you know?

You still haven't gone out

Well, it was only after Brother Han urged me repeatedly that I embroidered it for him. I didn't expect that embroidering a mouse would be quite difficult, even more so than practicing swordsmanship. Unfortunately, he never wore that garment again; otherwise, you would have been able to see it.

Um?

From the outside, the small building is arranged in a very elegant manner. A few clusters of banana plants are planted under the window, and the raindrops hitting the banana leaves create a delightful sound; the window screen is a smoky green, a light green that resembles water dissolving, emanating faint strands of fragrance from within

At present, there is only that place left where clues might still be found. Mo Yan and he looked in the same direction.

Oh no! Mo Yan exclaimed in pain, fully awake now

Oh.

The mouse? '' Zhang Zhao was taken aback.

The two are interconnected, and it is most likely that Bai Yingyu is the mastermind behind the burning of the study.

Bai Yingyu's face showed embarrassment: "The misfortune of my family has caused you both to laugh at me."