The black shadow moved stealthily, Jiang Zhiyu restrained his breath and hid behind a pillar.

With the help of the light held by the man, Jiang Zhiyu could see their faces clearly: Song Shiwei and... a monk?

The old monk was of burly build, wearing a bright red cassock and a golden pointed hat.

Jiang Zhiyu heard Song Shiwei's soft voice say, "Master Wujing, do you think there are any evil things in this mansion?"

Wu Jing took a few steps back, twirling his Buddhist beads between his fingers. He then frowned and said to Song Shiwei in a very serious tone, "Miss, there's a lot of evil energy going on in the mansion. This evil spirit must be from a very powerful source."

Song Shi smiled slightly, and the light made her look even more charming and gentle: "Then I will rely on you, Master."

Wu Jing raised his palms and said, "Amitabha, well done, well done."

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

"No, why are you two rehearsing here so late at night?"

In the plot, Song Shiwei hid the fake monk in his own courtyard, claiming to be ill and unable to leave. When the emperor arrived, he used a trick to lure the emperor to Xu Youran's courtyard, where he happened to see Wujing performing an exorcism on Xu Youran.

Xu Youran treated Song Shiwei like her own daughter, so she naturally wasn't on guard against her. After drinking the drug Song Shiwei had personally prepared, Xu Youran was unable to defend herself after waking up...

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes fixed, and she turned around quickly, covered the person's mouth, put her arms around her waist and pushed her behind the pillar.

Then, he quietly stuck his head out again, making sure that the noise didn't attract the attention of the two men, and then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Keep your voice down. What are you doing out here? Why didn't you bring anyone with you?"

Jiang Sulan's heart was pounding. "I saw you hadn't come back yet, so I was thinking of sending someone to prepare a carriage to look for you. But the driver just happened to tell me you were at the door, so I didn't take anyone with me."

She was still thinking about what she had just heard, but she couldn't ask directly, so she asked indirectly: "What are you doing, who are those two people?"

"It seems to be Song Shiwei. I don't know who the other person is, but he looks like a monk."

Although Zhiyu had heard many times about the bad things Song Shiwei had done, Jiang Sulan still found it hard to accept when she saw it with her own eyes.

Why? Over the years, the Xiangfu had treated her well, and she had always treated her like her own sister, never mistreating her in the slightest!

The emperor hated these things the most. If it was true as Zhiyu said, and he saw a monk in his mother's room with his own eyes, wouldn't he want to kill his mother?

Jiang Sulan didn't dare to think further, her eyes were red.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Song Shiwei revealed the disappointment of being betrayed and deep hatred.

Song Shiwei seemed to have sensed something as well and glanced over here.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly pulled her back.

[She's so smart, she knows what the heroine is planning without me even telling her. She's truly my sister, my only sister!]

Jiang Sulan: “…”

I feel quite embarrassed.

Song Shiwei always felt as if he was being watched, and he felt uneasy. He hurriedly said, "Master, come with me."

After the two disappeared, Jiang Sulan frowned: "What should I do now? Should I go and tell my parents directly?"

"No," Jiang Zhiyu knew Jiang Zhaorong's thoughts too well. Even though he was disgusted with this adopted daughter for the time being, as long as Song Shi showed a little weakness and said a few empty words for the good of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he could just downplay the matter and let it go.

"But what should we do now? The monk entering the palace is a hidden danger after all. If outsiders see him, he might be disliked by the emperor."

Jiang Sulan pulled her and walked as she spoke.

"No problem, I have a solution. Sister, just dress casually for the next few days and leave it to me."

【Use magic to defeat magic.】

Jiang Sulan was confused by what she heard. Seeing her confident look, she replied "OK", with a hint of loss in her eyes.

My younger sister is becoming more and more capable, but as her older sister, I can't help her at all...

…

After nightfall, in the Zuiyuelong Tower, the largest building in Shengjing, there were figures of elegant women in fragrant clothes and the melodious sound of bamboo, creating a scene of luxury.

A woman in gauze came in and put down the wine jug in her hand. Lu Daizong raised his hand, put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms.

He was in a bad mood and drank a little too much. His face turned terribly red and his breath was full of alcohol.

"Drink, drink more!"

The woman sitting between his legs pushed him away weakly. She didn't dare to say a word despite the pain caused by his rough movements. She said in a soft and charming voice, "Don't be like this, sir. You're drunk. Let me help you lie down and rest for a while."

It was unknown what word suddenly angered his brow, but Lu Daizong pulled the woman down and threw her to the ground.

Then he pinched her chin and said, "You look down on me too? You're going to laugh at me like them, right?!"

The woman cried, tears sliding down her cheeks: "I didn't, sir, sir, you hurt me..."

Lu Daizong pushed her away and staggered to the bedside: "Cry, cry, cry, you are annoying me, come and serve me!"

The woman crawled over on her knees and reached out to untie his belt with trembling hands. She was so scared that she didn't untie it for a long time.

Lu Daizong sneered, "Waste," then pinched her neck, lifted her up from the ground, threw her on the bed, and leaned over to press her.

He moved vigorously, saying humiliating words while thinking of Jiang Zhiyu's appearance in his mind.

At the critical moment, he frowned. He was clearly ready to go, but it seemed like there was always a gap missing, blocking him from getting out.

Lu Daizong's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Bitch, what did you do?!"

He stretched out his hand as if to strangle her. The woman stepped back in panic, watching him breathing heavily, his eyes red, and fall straight onto the bed.

It took her a long time to react and she screamed.

"Someone! Help!"

…

The Anle Marquis's mansion was in chaos.

The second young master was carried back by Zuiyuelong's men. He looked extremely terrifying. The wife of Marquis Anle fainted when she saw him for the first time and has not woken up until now.

Marquis Anle and Lu Yaozu surrounded the two of them, anxious as ants on a hot pan.

The court doctor took the pulse of the two men and breathed a sigh of relief.

As he stood up, Anle Hou couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

"Please rest assured, my lord. Madam was simply overwhelmed with shock and anger when she saw the young master injured. She fainted due to extreme anger. I'll prescribe a sedative. Once Madam wakes up, take the decoction and she'll be fine."

"It's just the Second Young Master..."

Marquis Anle's heart just relaxed a little, but then it became tense again: "What happened to my son? Is it a serious illness?"

The palace doctor waved his hand and said, "The Second Young Master's life is not in danger. It's just that his kidney energy was depleted early on, and he was given so much tonic that his body was too weak to absorb it... However," the palace doctor stammered, "the tonic was too strong, and the Second Young Master's thing couldn't be released. It has been going on for so long, I'm afraid it won't be able to come out in the future..."

What? !