Su Mansion, Buddha Heart Hall.

Xia Shihui stood respectfully in the study and recounted the information he had received from Xia Yu.

“Your Highness, my son is covered in wounds and was indeed kidnapped. As for his claim of amnesia, I know very little about it and dare not speculate. If you wish to verify, I will have my son cooperate.”

Su Weichuan was looking at a map on the table. There was a place marked with special markings, with the three characters "Qingfeng Village" circled in red.

He looked up upon hearing this.

"Now it seems that this future Ninth Prince's Consort does indeed know a lot. Since His Majesty has not yet made a decision on the case of the mummified corpse, we, as his subjects, naturally cannot go against His Majesty's wishes."

Xia Shihui was somewhat unsure.

"Your Highness, the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence will likely submit a memorial impeaching you. If the Emperor holds you accountable..."

Su Weichuan chuckled softly.

“You don’t understand Lord Guo at all. He won’t react unless the axe is right on his head. As for the Emperor… isn’t the matter of the remnants of the Sui Dynasty still unresolved? The truth will come out in due time. Go down, there’s no need to come to the Prince’s residence again unless there’s something else.”

Xia Shihui was filled with anxiety.

He served as a censor for many years, but never had the opportunity for promotion.

I thought this time I could climb up the social ladder by getting in touch with Su Weichuan.

But right now, I really have no idea.

He was very anxious.

Su Weichuan suddenly spoke calmly.

"The Vice Minister of Revenue has submitted his resignation to return to his hometown. Xiao Ping, the Right Vice Minister of Revenue, is backed by the Lu family and has received favors from the Grand Tutor. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, he should be appointed to his post."

Xia Shihui's heart tightened.

"What if something unexpected happens?"

Su Weichuan glanced at him, a half-smile on his face, and pointed to a wooden box on the corner of the table.

"Here, take it."

Xia Shihui's heart pounded, and his eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement.

He knew that he had finally climbed onto Su Weichuan's pedestal, so he immediately knelt down and kowtowed in respect.

"This humble official thanks Your Highness for the reward."

After saying that, he took the box, bowed, and left.

He only opened it after leaving the Su family and getting into the carriage.

The box contained a piece of red jade, carved into the shape of a goldfish. The material looked more like amber, and when held up to the light, you could see flowing threads.

It is in excellent condition.

There was a piece of paper under the goldfish.

The paper had five characters written on it: Lu Mansion, Golden Glazed Glass.

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Yan Yunqing's army marched swiftly from the capital to Xuanling Mountain, taking almost half the time it took Jiang Qingwan to ride there last time.

The carriage stopped inside the Guardian Camp. Jiang Qingwan could no longer hold back. She jumped off the carriage, ran to the side, and leaned against a pillar, vomiting for a long time.

Yan Yunqing handed the reins to his subordinate and scoffed, "Someone, bring the princess a basin of water to wash herself. After resting for half an incense stick's time, she will immediately enter the imperial mausoleum."

It takes half an incense stick's time to recover.

Jiang Qingwan felt like the bones in her body were about to fall apart.

She was too weak to walk, so she squatted on the ground and angrily fiddled with the pebbles.

A section of blue robe came into view.

Bai Shuo's voice rang out coldly above her head, still hoarse.

"You are the cultivator with the worst physique that I have ever seen."

Jiang Qingwan became increasingly displeased.

Her poor health was due to a severe injury she suffered as a child, from which she narrowly escaped death.

Her master said she was a genius, one in ten thousand.

Someone who can't even tell if the mountain-protecting formation is a living formation still has a good opinion of her.

She stood up, supporting her back, and glared at him.

"Poor physique does not mean poor aptitude, and I was just accompanying the inspection team. It was you, not me, who repaired the Nine Dragons Formation."

The two people were very close.

Jiang Qingwan's height just reached his shoulder.

She suddenly realized that she could not feel the heat emanating from Bai Shuo's body.

This person, just like his eyes, was so cold he didn't seem alive.

She suddenly had a bold idea.

She raised her hand and touched his chest.

Before they could even touch it, they were stopped by a long sword.

Yan Yunqing looked down at her coldly.

"Ninth Princess Consort, please show some self-respect in front of everyone."

The surrounding soldiers all looked over.

There are many rumors about Jiang Qingwan in the capital.

But whether she's a dissolute divorced woman or a seductive temptress.

They all have one thing in common.

She was delicate and supple, with a captivating charm; she was a natural beauty.

But rumors are just rumors. Now that she has been given the title of the future Ninth Prince's Consort, no one dares to speculate or covet her.

However, this action just now drew frequent glances from the soldiers.

Several rough-looking men had already started shouting.

The beautiful princess flirting with the cold-hearted monk in the street is much more interesting than any erotic novel.

Jiang Qingwan ignored him, stared into Bai Shuo's eyes, and suddenly took another step closer.

“Master Bai Shuo, you…”

Yan Yunqing stood in front of them like a pillar, his already dark face appearing even more gloomy.

"Princess Consort, at least show some respect to the Ninth Prince!"

Jiang Qingwan had wanted to get closer to feel the other person's breathing, but seeing that it wouldn't work, she stopped and took two steps back.

"You're not in a hurry to enter the imperial mausoleum, are you? Then let's not delay."

She always manages to find an opportunity to try.

The group proceeded from the guards to the imperial mausoleum.

Zhang Hengshui personally led the escort, his eyes constantly glancing at Jiang Qingwan.

He returned to Xuanling Mountain with the convoy.

I kept glancing at the carriage along the way.

Having been confined to the guards for many years, he found even a sow attractive, let alone Jiang Qingwan.

However, since returning to the capital, he has been housed in the Imperial Guard's headquarters and has had no chance to see the beauty. He is already longing for her.

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