Shi An took a deep breath and said, "Hearing what you said, it does make some sense. What exactly is the identity of this Song Shiwei?"

He Yanting raised his eyes, glanced at him playfully, and did not answer, but put down the chess piece in his hand.

Shi An's white chess pieces had already occupied the three corners, and the layout was rigorous. But when He Yanting made this move, the originally scattered black chess pieces suddenly gathered together, like a flying dragon, with its head heading straight to the enemy's heart.

It formed an isolated force that was unstoppable and had no room for maneuver, and it surrounded and attacked directly.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Shi An threw the white piece in his hand into the flag pot: "No more, no more. You always win, it's boring!"

He Yanting chuckled and looked at him, then brushed his clothes.

Shi An leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs, and suddenly stood up: "By the way, there's a new monk in Shengjing recently. It's said that he can know the past and the future, and he's not much worse than Tanluan."

He lowered his voice and looked at him mysteriously: "Also, according to the information I found out, he and that Third Miss have quite a connection."

He Yanting paused slightly after hearing the second half of the sentence. Shi An tilted his head slightly and looked at him nonchalantly: "Want to know? Then first tell me who Song Shiwei is."

He Yanting looked over, his eyes becoming darker than before.

Seeing him like this, Shi An's heart was immediately alarmed. He said wisely, "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I'll investigate it myself. This monk was the one Song Shiwei wanted to deal with Jiang Zhiyu. Now that something unexpected happened, this monk has defected to Jiang Zhiyu."

He Yanting's brows relaxed a little, "Don't bother to check on Song Shiwei. I'll let you know when the time is right."

His expression was serious, and Shi An couldn't help but become serious as well.

…

At the same time, Jiang Zhiyu was also at the place where Wujing was hiding, holding a long whip in his hand. He hit the ground with a "snap" sound, and Wujing's heart skipped a beat.

"Have you memorized everything?" She said coldly, "Repeat it for me."

"I remember, I remember," Wu Jing nodded hurriedly. "The key is to have a mysterious temperament and speak in an ambiguous and mysterious way."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded lightly: "The effect of the past few days is quite good. Keep it up. Once you are as famous as Tanluan, we can start our next plan."

As famous as Tanluan...

Wu Jing looked hesitant. That person was a person who predicted natural disasters, and he was just a liar. Even with the help of the young lady, he still had no confidence.

Jiang Zhiyu noticed his retreat and waved his hand: "We are all liars, so why should we distinguish between high and low? If you are capable, then go ahead. Let me tell you, this Tan Luan has been replaced by someone else a long time ago."

Wu Jing: "!!!"

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu in horror, but seeing her eyes full of determination, he also believed it about 80% of the time.

If this were true, Wu Jing's brows would relax and he would no longer be afraid.

When it comes to cheating, he is confident that he has never lost to anyone!

The two of them discussed it again before Jiang Zhiyu got up and left.

You already know their methods, but you don't take the initiative to attack, waiting to be passively defeated. Isn't that stupid?

Liar vs. Liar, when the time comes, it will depend on who is more trustworthy!

If it really doesn't work, just throw some dry ice or something up, and they will be stunned, right?

Jiang Zhiyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

…

It was rumored that a monk who could rival Tan Luan had appeared. Naturally, this news reached the ears of those who were interested. Tan Luan and Xiao Chuji sat opposite each other in the Second Prince's mansion, both of them with gloomy eyes.

Xiao Chuji twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand. The timing of this man's appearance was too coincidental, and his popularity soared. The scenes he and Tanluan had arranged almost made things difficult for him several times.

Tan Luan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she no longer had the composure she usually showed in front of others: "Second Prince, this person..."

Xiao Chuji glanced at him impatiently: "You've been with Tan Luan for so many years, and you haven't learned any skills from him? He's just a person like you, and you're so flustered?"

Tan Luan took a deep breath and said, "Second Prince, it is because I have been with my master for many years that I can see that this person's methods are quite similar to those of my master back then. I am afraid that he is really capable."

Xiao Chuji paused.

"Second Prince, you have followed the master for some time. You should be aware of his methods."

Xiao Chuji's hands trembled slightly. Tan Luan raised his eyes and was about to say something, but was frightened by the crazy smile on his face.

He opened his mouth and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Xiao Chuji's eyes were red, and the coldness in them made him look like a ghost. "So what if you have real skills? You even killed Tan Luan, so why can't you kill him?"

Tanluan sat there like a wooden sculpture and fell silent.

Xiao Chuji glanced at him and said, "Now that things have come to this, you have no choice but to kill him. While he is still young and you can still use the identity of Tan Luan to gain the trust of others, quickly think of a way to get rid of him."

After a moment, Xiao Chuji heard his dry voice say, "Yes."

…

Inside the prime minister's residence, the maids and servants were all serving in fear and trembling, not daring to make any unnecessary noise.

The huge prime minister's residence was silent.

Song Shiwei walked all the way to Jiang Zhaorong's study, and when he saw him, he knelt down.

"Dad, it was because I wasn't on guard that I was framed. I caused Dad to become separated from Mom because of me. I really can't escape the blame even if I die."

She sobbed softly, but felt extremely happy in her heart.

Although Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Kangan were not killed, they were eventually separated from their father and son, and his wife and children were separated.

And she heard that it was Xu who repaired Jiang Zhaorong?

How could an ordinary man tolerate such humiliation? Jiang Zhaorong must be furious at this moment. Now that she is the only one in the mansion, Jiang Zhaorong will definitely treat her better than usual.

I must take this opportunity to find a way to get into his secret room.

There must be the truth behind her biological father's death!

Jiang Zhaorong lowered his eyes to look at her and waved his hand: "Get up, you have suffered a lot these past few days. Your mother is just upset. Later, you and I will go to her house in person and apologize to her sincerely. No matter how much you punish her, her anger will subside."

The smile on Song Shiwei's face froze.

Jiang Zhaorong knew what she was thinking. Going along with her would only lower her guard. He wanted to see what other tricks she would use.

"That's good," Song Shiwei forced a smile. "No matter what, it was me who caused this disaster. When I see my mother, I will definitely accept any beatings and punishments without any complaints."

Jiang Zhaorong nodded, and Song Shiwei continued, "Then I won't bother father anymore. I'll go see grandma. Has grandma gotten better these days?"

"She's fully recovered. Don't worry. I have something else to ask you."

Song Shiwei asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"