Nan Shiying thought for a moment, tucked the Feng Celun and the letter into her embrace, and left the prison cell.
Hearing the sound of a door opening not far away, Feng Quan opened his eyes. In his peripheral vision, he saw a figure leaving. He turned his head and closed his eyes again.
Sun Minglong and Zhang Yi stared at the roof, then looked at the moonlight filtering through the iron bars onto the ground, illuminating scurrying cockroaches and rats.
They were truly imprisoned, while others were on an outing.
…
The Prince’s study.
Xuan Thirteen watched the Princess slip in through the side door and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
“Princess!”
Thirteen stepped back, clearing the way.
Nan Shiying waved at him and casually pushed open the study door. Ji Jinmo put down his book and picked up the hand string beside him. Nan Shiying felt that the coral bracelet she had given him was almost polished to a glassy sheen.
Nan Shiying closed the door, walked to the table, and sat down, picking up the teapot to pour herself some tea.
Ji Jinmo stood up and sat down beside her.
Nan Shiying poured him another cup.
“My Lord, there’s trouble!” Nan Shiying drank half a cup of tea, exhaled slowly, her slightly lowered eyelids revealing a hint of annoyance and ferocity, an irrepressible anger.
Ji Jinmo’s fingers stroked the rim of the teacup, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, “What is it?”
Nan Shiying threw the Feng Celun and the letter onto the table, “I searched Yuan Yi’s residence and found this book. Lü Wan said that the paper used for the letter in Yuan Yi’s possession is the same as the paper used for this book.”
“And this book is an old edition from Xiliang!”
Ji Jinmo lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the book, then turning to the letter. His voice, deep and沉稳, betrayed no emotion, “So, this incident is the work of Xiliang?”
It was exceptionally simple to converse with intelligent people. Nan Shiying had only given a brief outline, and Ji Jinmo had understood the entire situation. Speaking of Xiliang, his voice remained unreadable, and his face showed no joy or anger, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
However, seeing the indignation in Nan Shiying’s eyes, Ji Jinmo couldn’t help but curve his lips.
The anger of someone who wanted to be a parasite but couldn't manage it!
Nan Shiying understood the smile on his face and glared at him fiercely, her whites rolling upwards. Ji Jinmo’s smile deepened, and even his eyes were tinged with a playful light.
Nan Shiying gritted her teeth and said, “I’ll skin them sooner or later!”
If she weren't grinding her teeth at Ji Jinmo, it might have been more believable.
Ji Jinmo nodded slightly, as if in agreement.
Nan Shiying: “……”
Seeing that she was genuinely annoyed, Ji Jinmo restrained his smile and did not mention Xiliang again. Instead, he spoke of the events that occurred at the Tongji Pharmacy last night.
“The Changsheng Dao Sect is colluding with the remnants of Miaojiang? Heh, those scum!”
Mentioning the Changsheng Dao Sect, Nan Shiying showed disdain. If it weren’t for Yue Sinan, she would have wiped out the Changsheng Dao Sect during her tenure. Thinking of Yue Sinan, if he knew that the Changsheng Dao Sect had survived to this day like a stray dog, she wondered if he would commend them with a slap to death, or tenderly stroke their heads and let them fall into a hell worse than death.
“What are you thinking about?”
Nan Shiying was somewhat lost in thought, her soul seeming to pierce through her body and travel to the long river of memory, selecting memory stones on the shimmering water surface beautiful enough to make one sink. Ji Jinmo’s hand holding the bracelet suddenly tightened, and a sense of unease spread wildly. He felt ridiculously concerned about the place a person dead for centuries held in her heart.
His slightly low voice, filled with indescribable emotions, fell upon Nan Shiying’s ears, awakening her soul that had been submerged in past memories. She looked up, her gaze suddenly falling into his deep, dark eyes, which seemed to be surrounded by endless whirlpools. Her heart skipped a beat.
Nan Shiying turned her head away in a panic, her mind racing, “I’m thinking about how to slaughter the Changsheng Dao Sect!”
Ji Jinmo was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared in his eyes.
He held the teacup lid, gently tapping the teacup, “Whether it’s the Changsheng Dao Sect, Miaojiang, or Xiliang, they have all revealed their tails. Jian’an Temple is already under control, and the remnants of Miaojiang hidden in the palace are gradually emerging. Only Xiliang remains…”
He paused as he spoke.
Nan Shiying understood his unspoken words, it was just a prison.
“Don’t worry about me. This incident is a great opportunity to expose the Xiliang remnants!” she reassured Ji Jinmo. Since the perpetrators of this scheme were Xiliang remnants, this scheme had only just begun and was by no means the end. Their attempt to frame her by killing Liu Ling would surely lead to further plans through framing her.
She would wait and see!
…
Later that night, Nan Shiying stayed in the front courtyard.
She slept in the guest room of the study, and Ji Jinmo’s room was only separated by a wall. Thirteen squatted on the roof, exchanging glances with Xuan Yi.
Although the cold wind was chilly, as martial artists with robust qi and blood, they were not afraid of the severe cold. However, thinking of the couple who had never shared a room since their marriage, they both felt a sense of melancholy. They tightened their collars and communicated silently with their eyes.
Nan Shiying did not return to the prison. Zou Cheng listened but said nothing more. However, in his mind, he couldn't help but link this matter with the Prince’s illness. The more he thought about it, the more fearful he became.
This looked like the Prince was seriously ill!
…
Nan Chaoyin summoned Nan Yujin to the study and handed him a paper detailing the Liu Ling murder case. Nan Yujin took the paper and eagerly began to read.
The Liu Ling case had not yet been concluded. Feng Luan was imprisoned as the prime suspect. Although the detailed information of the trial had not been released, judging from the entire affair, Feng Luan had an eighty percent chance of being the mastermind. Nan Yujin’s hands trembled slightly. He looked up at Nan Chaoyin, “Father…”
Nan Chaoyin looked at him with a half-smile, but without any hint of amusement in his voice, “What? Do you want me to abuse my power for personal gain?”
“No, I wouldn’t dare. It’s just that Mother…”
“Yujin, your father has already sent a visiting card to Medicine King Valley.” Nan Chaoyin interrupted Nan Yujin, saying something that greatly excited him.
Nan Yujin had not expected his father, who had always been indifferent and aloof to his mother, to take such action. He was both surprised and overjoyed, rendered speechless by emotion.
“Let the matter of Feng Luan rest here. You may leave!”
“Yes, Father!”
Nan Yujin no longer cared about Feng Luan’s life or death.