Chapter 338: The Show Is About to Begin

Zi Yuan was taken aback: "Miss vomited blood? Is what she said true?"

Unable to face her shocked expression, Hongxiu could only turn her head away, "Yes, yesterday..."

Before Hongxiu could reveal the whole story, Wutong casually tossed something to the ground, and immediately there was a muffled "crack" sound as it broke.

The two looked over at the sound, their pupils involuntarily contracting.

"Now you know what tricks I played, huh? You're so stupid." Wutong clapped her hands with her hands on her hips, looking quite disgusted.

"This is calming incense from Miss's room, and you actually..."

Zi Yuan clenched her sleeves, her usually calm face now showing unusual anger. "Guards!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the servants and guards immediately grabbed their tools and rushed over. Although Wutong looked young, she was surprisingly agile, dodging Ziyuan and Hongxiu who were blocking her way like an eel. Facing the dozen or so people rushing towards her, she showed no fear, calmly leaping onto the wall. Before jumping down, she raised an eyebrow in a provocative manner: "Don't chase after her, you can't catch her. You'd better hurry up and think about how to handle your young lady's funeral arrangements."

With that, she disappeared over the wall with a smile.

The group chased after her out of the mansion, but they couldn't find her anywhere. Helpless, they had no choice but to return and report back.

...

Wutong gently knocked on the door, and after hearing a woman inside respond, she pushed the door open and went in: "As you instructed, I have informed them of everything, and we are just waiting for them to inform Yuan Siyin."

Furthermore, Yuan Fuqing and Si Fangming are leaving the capital today, heading towards the frontier.

The woman sat at a small table by the wooden window, a chessboard half-finished in front of her. Hearing the sound, she nodded in satisfaction, then confidently picked up a black piece and placed it, playing against herself: "Well done."

A gentle breeze stirs the delicate lily of the valley in the porcelain vase, releasing a refreshing fragrance. Yet, beneath this pristine exterior lies a deadly poison.

"What else does the slave want to do?"

"No need, just wait patiently from now on."

"yes."

After Wutong left, Nalan Yujie smiled slightly, reaching out to fiddle with the white flower buds, murmuring to herself, "The show is about to begin."

A short while later, Mi Shuang pushed open the door and came in, looking very indignant: "Princess, the gifts sent to the Mu Prince's residence have been returned!"

"As expected, why the rush?"

Nalan Yujie calmly withdrew her hand and took a sip of tea: "If you don't withdraw now, he won't have a choice later."

"Any news about what I asked you to inquire about?"

Mi Shuang nodded and poured her another full cup of tea: "I found out that most of Yuan Siyin's clothes are from Ruyi Fang on West Street."

"Since we have nothing to do today, let's go take a look there."

Mi Shuang responded and then quickly helped her up.

...

After exiting the city gates of the capital, the group stopped.

Seeing Yuan Siyin dismount, Yuan Fuqing also got off, ran to her side, hugged her, took a few deep breaths, and said with great reluctance, "Sister, I can't bear to part with you."

"What kind of talk is that? It's not like we'll never see each other again."

Yuan Siyin smiled and rubbed his head, but her lowered eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

Si Fangming came over and tucked him under his arm like a little chick, his usual frivolous expression returning: "That's right, besides, it's just a matter of saying a word for our Miss Yuan to go wherever she wants."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Fuqing's eyes immediately lit up: "Yes, Sister can go to the Northern Border too!"