Chapter 45 Is it serious? "You already know, why are you asking?" ...

In the past, Jiang Hui would have only wondered why his mother's family, the Xie family, had hidden Xie Jiu's whereabouts, or wondered whether it was unwise for Xie Jiu to suddenly return to Chang'an during such a turbulent time, but mostly he didn't care.

He is cold-hearted at heart. After analyzing the pros and cons, he knows which people are important and which ones can shake the situation.

But none of them touched my heart.

The first time, he felt guilty.

Jiang Hui became nervous and his eyes quickly slid to the other side.

At this time, no one could stop him. Even Huai Xuan saw that the man had just returned the greeting to the old monk and was about to enter the house, but was bumped into and stopped by Xie Jiu who came back with the clothes, and then he was exposed in front of everyone.

The courtyard is square and open in the middle. Raindrops fall from the eaves. Clumps of sharp bamboos, piercing the sky, surround the green tiles, still swaying and dripping with rain.

It's not very clear through the dense rain.

But Huaixuan has always known that those with extraordinary beauty can be witnessed by heaven and earth.

Blurred images are all freehand ink paintings on rice paper.

Even Xie Xiaojiu is like this, and you can tell at a glance that he is bright.

What's more, this person...

She was wearing men's casual clothes for going out, a long rugged red robe that looked even darker and more melting against her skin, a waist belt and hairband made of warm white cotton silk, simple and elegant, without any extra accessories and a single color. The only precious item was the jade hairpin in her hair.

Ordinary people cannot suppress this color, because it is dark and raining heavily, and wearing casual clothes of this color will give people a sense of fatigue and embarrassment, looking yellow and dark.

But this person is not.

She was so white that she looked like jade drops, and her whole body was wrapped and entangled in the green, refreshing. She was calm, healthy, and had a clear mind. When she talked with the old monk, her words were thoughtful and polite, like a spring breeze.

The white deer lies down like jade, and the elegant gentleman appears.

Xie Xiaojiu was over there, and he was over here. Obviously, there were fewer people on Xie Xiaojiu's side, while there were more people on that side. Both men and women were heavily armored, mostly concealing their presence. The noisy sound of sharp metal blades distracted their attention, and they should have been even more oblivious.

But, no.

Huai Xuan suddenly felt that Xie Xiaojiu had faded away, fading away and disappearing at the other end of the aisle. The man turned back because he was questioned, and his eyes penetrated the raindrops, and the heavy ink and colors soaked the rice paper.

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In fact, I have never seen him and don't know him, but from his clothing, the family emblem, and even the two sword-wielding warriors accompanying him, it can be seen that he comes from a prominent family.

There are not so many big clans in the world.

Most of those who had names and surnames and were able to enter the same courtyard with Huaixuan were from the Conglong clan, who were related to the royal family.

The Xie family was the first clan that spanned five dynasties. It had stood firm through ups and downs. The most dangerous time was in the previous dynasty when Empress Xie fell and the main branch was wiped out. The side branch, which is now the Nansheng branch, relied entirely on the Jiang family to maintain the glory of the clan and became the main branch.

The main branch of the Wuyang Xie family was wiped out.

By the way, Xie Wengong Academy is equally ancient, the first private school in the world. It originated from the first generation of the Xie family, who was the first among the nobles and had the fief of Wuyang. The Confucian scholars respected him as Xie Wengong.

Therefore, the Xie family's background is terrifyingly deep, and involving the previous dynasty is also a taboo.

When Yan Siqing was first asked by Jiang Hui to pretend to be Xie Jiu for no apparent reason, his first reaction was that the other party was plotting against him.

This identity is too dangerous.

Why him?

Even now I don't quite understand it, but I just feel that I am in a really embarrassing situation. Did I run into the real person?

Fortunately, he was able to break the disguise of his fake identity once he left the post station, and he did not go with those people in the post station, so as not to be exposed in public. However, Yan Siqing made good use of his innate intelligence and rarely relied on others or infringed on their interests to make profits.

Even if someone forced me to do it.

There is also an unspeakable embarrassment at the moment.

Yan Siqing considered and was about to reply.

"Xie Rong, she is an honored guest of my Yan Palace. Do you have any questions?"

Jiang Hui's attitude towards others was either eccentric or stern. Because he was a relative, the eldest grandson of the emperor, and also his brother, Xie Rong's scalp was frightened, and his originally cold attitude became submissive.

The gaze that was originally on Yan Siqing quickly shifted away, and he turned sideways and saluted Jiang Hui seriously.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness."

Yan Siqing was surprised. She knew that the two of them were very close relatives. After all, it was not easy to get close to the royal family. Since the Xie family could still hold their position, they would not easily break away from the Prince Yan's Mansion. Therefore, it was inevitable that the younger generations of the two families would often interact with each other.

I never thought that Jiang Hui was so aloof that even Xie Rong didn't get close to him, but when he mentioned this identity before, he acted very familiar with it and said he could use it.

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It only shows that Jiang Hui is absolutely arrogant when he looks at Xie family. He does not value this marriage from the bottom of his heart. From his aloof and protective royal family's perspective, he controls and drives Xie family. So according to this person's thinking - there is nothing wrong with him employing people of different identities, and the latter will not resist.

Perhaps this is also the inevitable view of the Jiang royal family towards all outsiders in the world, but it also reveals one thing - Prince Yan and his son do not attach so much importance to the marriage advantage brought by the Xie family to strengthen the future rise of the royal palace. Otherwise, it is best to establish family and friendship relationships with the younger generation and bind future interests, rather than being arrogant towards his cousin like Jiang Hui.

Or it's all for an outsider like myself.

Anyone with some backbone in the Xie family would be unhappy, not to mention that Xie Rong was a very important heir in the Xie family.

He bowed, but Jiang Hui didn't pay much attention to it. He just glanced at Yan Siqing vaguely.

The latter was quite grateful, and did not step on the door lintel that Jiang Hui had handed over to him to bow politely to the people of the Xie family. He did not respond to Xie Rong's words, but walked into the room and only showed him his back.

Jiang Hui knew that Yan Siqing wanted to avoid contacting each other, so he paused, turned around and went into the tea room with Huai Xuan to have tea.

The royal family has its own internal struggles. Even if Huaixuan and him are not on good terms, they still have to discuss things involving the recent events in Chang'an. If they do, Huaixuan's safety will be related to Prince Yan's Mansion, and the former is happy to cause trouble for the other party.

When they went in, Yan Siqing was also inside, which made Xie Rong, who was so powerful and brilliant elsewhere, seem all alone outside.

But this is the truth.

Who can be so proud and glorious in front of the royal family?

The old monk turned a blind eye to all this, only arranged a place for them to take shelter from the wind and rain, and asked Xie Rong where he was going.

Xie Rong was the first to arrive, but he said that his clothes were dirty and he wanted to change. People from aristocratic families are very respectable, so it is normal for them to behave like this. After changing clothes, they have to leave.

Xie Rong was young, and his aristocratic demeanor frightened Jiang Hui, and he didn't dare to provoke Princess Huaixuan. He didn't intend to bother Yan Siqing, but his eyes flickered as he suddenly said, "I just came here to change my clothes. I was about to leave, but the wind and rain intensified, and it's not convenient to go directly to the inner courtyard. There are nobles staying on the left, right, east, and west sides, and the north and south rooms are always empty. Master, can I bother you for a while?"

The old monk had no objection, "Of course, either north or south is fine, you can choose as you like..."

Someone is coming.

Two groups of people.

They are standing next to each other, and they are not ordinary people.

Yan Siqing was already inside and couldn't see what was happening outside. She sat down, wiped the wet ends of her hair with the clean towel handed to her by Xiaoyun, lowered her eyes and thought quietly, feeling that it was not appropriate to stay here for long.

Unfortunately, there is no suitable reason to leave suddenly, unless the rain stops.

But I could also hear whispers outside the gate, and the faint hesitation of the old monk. Xie Rong also said something, seeming reluctant...

Yan Siqing felt that the person was a distinguished person and had objections to the allocation of the north and south wings. However, the wind was very strong outside and the rain was even heavier, with no sign of stopping. It suppressed the noise at the gate and the sound of some chaotic footsteps.

Sudden.

Bang!

The door was pushed open.

Yan Siqing was startled and stopped wiping her hair with her head tilted to the side. She lowered her eyes and suppressed her shock, but the cold wind from the supermarket that rushed in from the main door and then into the west wing, mixed with a few bamboo leaves, still made her eyelashes tremble slightly.

He also caught sight of the man in the dark crimson official robe blocking the doorway. He had a handsome appearance, was tall and skinny, had gloomy eyes and brows, and carried a cold resentment that came from years of entanglement with grudges between the living and the dead. He looked at everyone with a certain aura.

Yan Siqing saw the jade pendant worn on the other person's waist at a glance.

Dali Temple.

There were people behind him, and they seemed to be carrying someone. Behind them were the helpless old monk and Xie Rong, and... another official's family, but it was not known which family they were from. There were mostly women, and they probably did not expect that there would be so many people taking shelter here today because of the storm.

Not only are there too many of them, but they are also difficult to serve.

"I came here so suddenly and in such a hurry that all the rooms in the four square wings are occupied. It's either Princess Huaixuan, Young Master Xie Jiu, or relatives of the imperial concubine. It's really not my place to disturb them. I can only intrude here. I hope you will accommodate me and show some understanding."

Yan Siqing has always disliked dealing with people in official circles because of the difference in status. What's more, the other party is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. She is considering it.

Someone came out of the tea room next to Princess Huaixuan.

"So Lord Jian thinks that our Prince Yan's Mansion is the most vulnerable in this quadrangle?"

Jiang Hui's tone was neither good nor evil, but only cold and sharp, just like his posture - his palm was against the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Jian Wuliang turned around and bowed to Jiang Hui, "This humble servant greets His Royal Highness. I am stupid and confused. I know Your Highness is here, but aren't you with Master Xie Jiu?"

"And this...Mr. Yan?"

"Is he also with you, Your Highness?"

Jian Wuliang's face, as serious as a coffin, never changed. He pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and told them that he knew everything about the post station.

It was revealed blatantly.

Yan, young master.

An interesting and meaningful name.

But even if the information was sent by carrier pigeon, it would not be so fast. The post station was also controlled by Jiang Hui at that time, so it was not just that. So how could Jian Wuliang know so much?

Yan Siqing and Jiang Hui exchanged glances: Ruo Zhao and others who escorted Lin An back to Chang'an might have encountered a group of people from the Dali Temple who just left Chang'an.

Based on the investigative authority, it must have been transferred to the Dali Temple, so it is not surprising that Jian Wuliang knew the details from it.

Xie Rong at the back seemed to be thinking about something. He looked at Jiang Hui and then at Yan Siqing inside.

"What's going on? Master Jian, how can I understand what you said..."

Jiang Hui was embarrassed. This embarrassment was not because of Jian Wuliang or Xie Rong, but because he looked past these people and saw Yan Siqing... This person's face was calm. Only when he heard this, he put down the towel and was about to bow and apologize.

Jiang Hui was the first to speak coldly: "If you didn't know before, forget it, but now you know everything, don't you?"

"You already know, why are you asking?"

"It seems the two of you aren't in such a bad situation. One of you is running away from your marriage, and the other will surely die if he can't solve the case."

"Is it right?"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

No matter what the situation is like in Prince Yan’s palace, the only way to die is if that path fails.

But it’s different for others. In their long lives, they can die at any time for any reason.

Huaixuan, who was watching the show, became quiet.

She probably didn't expect Jiang Hui to be so ruthless and leave no room for maneuver.

It can be described as vigorous and decisive.

He didn't give face to either the Dali Temple or the Xie family.

Jiang Hui raised his hand and pointed at Xie Rong, "Kidnap him and send him back to Nansheng."

Ruoqin and others walked out immediately.

Xie Rong's face turned green, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy in a low voice: "I was wrong, I was wrong, cousin, please let me go. I didn't mean to do that. I was just curious..."

Jian Wuliang raised his eyes, but quickly lowered his head and saluted again.

"Your Highness, please calm down. It was me who was confused. This is..."

A calm voice from Yan Siqing came from behind.

"Is the patient lying behind him seriously ill? Come in."

Jiang Hui choked, his eyes flashing, but he didn't stop it in the end.

He and Yan Siqing both saw that the Dali Temple was well prepared.

The Dali Temple official behind Jian Wuliang quickly carried the stretcher inside.

Click.

A piece of something fell to the ground, rolled around, and landed beside Yan Siqing's boots with a smell.

A broken arm, a burnt arm, and because it was wet from the rain, it had a fishy and rotten smell.

Huai Xuan stared wide-eyed, screamed, and then cursed Jian for being unscrupulous and outrageous!

Xie Rong took several steps back, holding onto a pillar as if he was going to climb a tree. The people from the imperial concubine's family were in chaos behind him.

Yan Siqing stood still, raised his head and looked at Jian Wuliang.

The latter had a calm expression but an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, Master Yan, it's not that serious."

Because there is no disease, only cause of death.

He wanted to see if this guy could find out anything.

After all, the information from the post station and many previous reports all indicate that this survivor of the Yan family is no ordinary person.