After sending Mu Qinghe back to Fengguo, Ming Li returned to Da'an, as the system informed her that something had happened at the Prime Minister's manor.
Ming Li: ...?! She had been careless, forgetting that the male and female protagonists were still in Shangjing.
As soon as Ming Li arrived in Shangjing, she heard many rumors.
The palace was selecting new consorts, and Nangong Jin had specifically requested the Prime Minister's daughter to enter the palace. An imperial decree had been issued, but the Prime Minister's daughter had disappeared. Nangong Jin suspected that the Prime Minister was defying the imperial order and refusing to send his daughter to the palace, so he had imprisoned everyone in the Prime Minister's manor.
Ming Li: ?! Is this male protagonist brainless? Instead of engaging in a love-hate relationship with the female protagonist, why is he bothering her? Or perhaps he thinks his reign on the throne is too stable?
The little phoenix felt the low pressure emanating from Ming Li and couldn't help but marvel internally.
Tsk, tsk, tsk! I really don't know who is so fearless as to provoke our lord. I remember when I first followed our lord, a reckless High God intentionally broke our lord's favorite vase, trying to provoke her. As a result, our lord directly leveled his mountain, leaving that High God homeless. I heard later that the High God even went to the God Emperor to file a complaint, but the God Emperor merely paid lip service and didn't intervene, not daring to. In the end, the matter was dropped.
At this moment, Ming Li stood at the main entrance of the Prime Minister's manor, looking at the sealed door. Ming Li kicked it, and the door opened with a loud bang. Ming Li walked in slowly. The vast Prime Minister's manor was empty, eerily quiet.
The wind blew, shaking the peach tree in the courtyard, and its leaves fluttered down one by one. Several people dressed in guard uniforms quietly appeared in the courtyard.
Suddenly, Ming Li’s eyes narrowed, her gaze emitting a coldness like the snow in the depths of winter, chilling one to the bone at a single glance. With a flash of cold light, a silver sword appeared in Ming Li’s hand. With a few swift movements, a large number of the people dressed in guard uniforms in the courtyard had fallen, their necks spurting blood that stained a large area crimson.
The only guard still standing looked at the scene, his legs trembling uncontrollably. An unknown liquid flowed from between his legs, soaking his pants and forming a small puddle at his feet. Instantly, an indescribable odor filled the air.
Ming Li: ... The movements were clean and swift, flowing like water. As soon as the silver sword emerged, the last standing person also fell to the ground.
After dealing with these people, Ming Li went to the stables to fetch a horse. Mounting the horse, Ming Li galloped towards the imperial palace.
As she neared the palace gate, Ming Li was stopped. The person blocking her was Jiang Fu, whom she had saved last time. Several years had passed, and the young man was still dressed in white, gentle and refined. However, the handsome face had shed its youthful immaturity, becoming mature and steady. At this moment, they stood on a busy street, their eyes meeting, creating a moment that felt like an eternity. But this atmosphere was quickly shattered by Ming Li's words.
Ming Li, her face filled with impatience: Who are you? Move aside!
Jiang Fu: ...?! He felt a bit awkward and unnaturally shifted his gaze. Miss Bai, I am Jiang Fu, the man who was once saved by Miss Bai... Speaking of which, Jiang Fu's ears felt slightly warm, turning a suspicious red, and he dared not meet Ming Li's gaze.
Ming Li: ...?!
The little phoenix on Ming Li's shoulder: ...?!
The little phoenix leaned its head towards Ming Li's ear and asked in a voice only she could hear: Lord, why does this human look so guilty? And why did his ears suddenly turn so red?
Ming Li: ...?! How would she know?!