The assassin suddenly looked up and met the man's ambiguous smile.

Jiang Yan savored the astonishment in the assassin's eyes, then smiled faintly and said, "Can't figure it out?"

The assassin looked at the smile on his face and felt a chill run down his spine in the midst of the storm. No wonder people always called him a smiling tiger.

Jiang Yan drew the sword from Ke Min's waist with a backhand motion. The gleaming blade grazed the assassin's neck, and blood spurted out, splashing a few drops of red onto Ke Min's jade-like face.

Jiang Yan took the handkerchief Ke Min handed her and wiped her hands. Her beautiful face was sometimes bright and sometimes dark in the rain. Her eyelashes were half-closed, and the curve of her eyes appeared both aloof and charming under the occasional flashes of lightning on the horizon. She was beautiful but not seductive.

Ke Min, standing behind him, said, "Master, the Duke of Qing has long lost power but still dares to try to make a comeback. Why not give the order to wipe out the remnants of the Duke of Qing's faction?"

Jiang Yan carefully wiped the blood off his hands, shook his head and replied to Ke Min, "The Duke of Qing still has some use, there's no need to rush."

Upon hearing this, Ke Min said no more. Their absolute trust and obedience to Jiang Yan was a vow they had made from the very beginning when they decided to follow him.

At the beginning, every step was difficult. He had no one and no money, and everything was difficult to do. Now, his network of informants and connections has slowly woven a large net. He has been by Jiang Yan's side from beginning to end, but he has never been able to see even the tip of the iceberg of this net, let alone others.

Shu Yun conjured a straw hat and raincoat to shield himself from the rain in the human world. He walked along the streets of the imperial city, nodding as he looked around. As expected of Yingdu, the capital city, under the emperor's nose, the streets here are much more magnificent than those in Pingyang.

According to the information revealed by Si Ming, she thought about it and decided to go find Feng Ziyi. In the end, it was just to prevent Jiang Yan from stealing Feng Ziyi's fate, or to put it bluntly, to prevent Jiang Yan from stealing Feng Ziyi's limelight.

With her by Feng Ziyi's side, she figured that Feng Ziyi wouldn't fail to make a name for himself. She would then help him get to the position of prime minister, and she would retire gracefully.

She went straight to a restaurant, knocked on the door, and a waiter's impatient voice came from behind the door, "We're closed!"

"I'll have Feng Zi translate it."

A clear and melodious female voice rang out.

The waiter's voice suddenly rose, "How annoying! What wind is this? What wind again? There's no one here, get out of here!"

Shu Yun stroked her chin. This waiter was quite talented, his acting was so realistic. "Just tell Feng Ziyi that I am a friend of his master, and I have letters to prove it."

She used some tricks to age a pre-written letter and slipped it through the crack in the door. "Just give this letter to Feng Ziyi, and come back quickly."

There was no sound from inside the door; the waiter must have taken the letter and left.

Before long, the restaurant door opened, and Shu Yun, who had been standing in the rain for a long time, was finally able to step inside, with raindrops dripping down her raincoat.

The waiter led her to a room on the upper floor of the restaurant.

Pushing open the door, Feng Ziyi, who was already twenty years old, stood inside the room, his narrow phoenix eyes fixed on her, scrutinizing her. Two sword-wielding servants stood around him, clearly not trusting her.

Shu Yun took off her straw hat and raincoat without a second thought.

A stunningly beautiful face came into view, with a delicate line drawn out at the end of her eyebrows, naturally dark without any makeup, and a pair of clear, bright eyes that seemed to be filled with autumn water and ice and snow, clear and pure.

But a small camellia was painted at the corner of her eye with rouge. The red petals were slightly bright, beautiful but not vulgar. The combination of the clear, snow-like appearance and the bright color was so harmonious and coexisted, making it seem as if it was meant to be this way.

Such a color should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear of it on earth?

The two servants were somewhat lost in thought.

When Feng Ziyi saw her face, he was also a little dazed, and vaguely felt that she was familiar with him, as if he had known her for a long time.

"May I ask your name, young lady?"

Shu Yun made up a story: "Wan Yang, Wan as in sunset, Yang as in poplar catkins."

Feng Ziyi held up the letter in his hand. "You say you are a friend of my master. What other proof do you have besides this letter?"

Shu Yun found a chair and sat down, leaning back lazily. "There are also many letters, written to me by your master. I lost quite a few during my travels, and the only one that's still intact is the one you have."

Now that she had returned to the mortal realm no longer as Feng Ziyi's master, and no longer worried about misleading the child, Shu Yun naturally did whatever made her happy.

Feng Ziyi frowned, looking at the woman who was leaning back in the chair as if she had no bones, looking incredibly lazy, completely different from her master who always sat upright and paid attention to his posture.

"So you have no other proof?"

Shu Yun asked the waiter to bring her a cup of tea, showing no sense of being an outsider.

The waiter looked at Feng Ziyi, and seeing him wave his hand to indicate that he should do as the woman asked, he went to make tea.

"Of course there are others, but I suggest you have the others step down."

Upon hearing this, the two servants immediately tensed up without batting an eye, their eyes showing vigilance.

Feng Ziyi told his subordinates to calm down, "Just provide the proof directly."

A hint of a smile appeared in Shu Yun's eyes. "You said it yourself."

"nature."

"You weren't weaned until you were seven, and you would cry loudly every time you couldn't find your wet nurse. When you were twelve, you met your Master Shuyun on the street, grabbed her leg and wouldn't let go, saying you wanted to marry her and take her home as your concubine. When you were young, you would disobey in class and continue writing your self-criticism while wiping away tears..."

As Feng Ziyi spoke, her usually gentle and composed face gradually flushed red. Anyone would feel embarrassed if their embarrassing childhood stories were recounted in front of their subordinates.

That's enough.

He interrupted her, originally thinking that what his mother had told his master was buried deep in his memory, but he never expected that his master would tell his friend about these trivial matters.

Feng Ziyi was thin-skinned, but he forced himself to remain calm in front of his subordinates, "Once a teacher, always respected. Young lady... young lady, I have no such thoughts..."

During this mortal tribulation, I unexpectedly saw Feng Ziyi as he was when he first came to Penglai. He was just as shy as ever, which made me want to tease him.

Later, Feng Ziyi learned just like his father, becoming incredibly shameless.

“I know, I know,” Shu Yun waved her hand. “Your master said you are the most respectful and well-behaved child.”

After the heat on her face finally subsided, Shu Yun said again, "I heard that when you were young you praised your master for being handsome, and said something like, 'If I were to marry a wife, I would marry a beauty like my master'?"

Feng Ziyi looked at her smiling expression, clearly teasing him, and gritted his teeth, "Will this ever end?"

"It's all over, it's all over."

Shu Yun nodded, thinking to herself that she would go to the underworld to capture this memory, and then use it to tease Feng Ziyi after he successfully transcended his tribulation and returned to the Heavenly Palace.