Chapter 90 The Marquis Has Good Physical Strength

The pair of soft hands were as warm as clouds, yet they tightly wrapped around his strong waist.

Wen Ning had come closer without her knowing when, her warm breath brushing against his chin. She looked up at him, "My Lord, it's okay..."

Seeing that the man was still frowning, she simply leaned closer to his chest and said, "Tomorrow... I'll just drink two more bowls of tonic."

The voice was soft and sticky, and the warmth and tenderness pressed against him tightly, instantly shattering the worries in his heart into powder.

He lowered his head and saw that the corners of her eyes were still flushed with passion. His Adam's apple rolled violently, but he couldn't help it in the end and pushed her back into the quilt.

…

The sunlight at noon has already cast a warm light into the house.

Wen Ning's fingertips pressed lightly on the temples. The numbness like a hangover still lingered in every part of her body. The tenderness of last night turned into warmth in the bones.

She faced the morning light in the room, only to see the mess on the floor. The clothes still had some traces of the charming clothes, and her ears suddenly felt hot.

Before he could even prop himself up and sit up, he heard rustling sounds outside the tent.

Wanqing and Yunxiu cleaned up the mess on the ground with swift hands and feet.

"Girl, are you awake?"

Yunxiu looked up and saw that her eyes were open, with a perfect blush on her face.

"The Marquis specifically ordered the kitchen to stew some tonic for the young lady." Wan Qing said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chun Xing came in carrying a red lacquer tray with four or five white porcelain soup bowls on it. The steaming hot air, wrapped in the fragrance of ginseng and mushrooms, filled the room.

"The Marquis ordered the kitchen to stew it early in the morning, saying that you need to nourish yourself well." Chun Xing suppressed her laughter and placed the soup bowls on the table one by one.

Wen Ning changed her clothes, washed her hands and face, and just sat down at the dining table when she heard the door curtain being lifted with a "rustle". Xie Jinglan strode in, holding Xiao Xibao in one hand.

Both of them were wearing navy blue training clothes. Xie Jinglan's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his exposed forearms. The ends of his hair were also wet. It was obvious that he had been training for a long time.

Xibao threw himself into his mother's arms like a happy pony, "Mom, Hou Nie is teaching me how to do horse stance!"

Several maids bowed tactfully and retreated quietly.

Wen Ning looked at the Marquis, pursed her lips, avoiding the shy thought, and said softly: "Marquis, are you okay today?"

She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, she was so exhausted last night that her bones were almost broken, but this morning she still had the strength to pull Xibao to practice martial arts, she really had... great physical strength.

Xie Jinglan washed his hands and face with warm water, wiped them with a handkerchief, and sat down beside her while she was asking questions. "Well, it's my day off today, so I can accompany you."

He picked up the bowl of soup, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Wen Ning's lips.

Wen Ning felt uncomfortable all over as he fed her, and she felt so weak that she had no strength left, so she could only take small sips with a red face.

Xiaobao held his small porcelain bowl, brought it to his mouth and took a big sip of the soup. The soup flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't bother to wipe it off, just licked it quickly with his little tongue.

He looked up and saw his mother being fed soup one spoonful at a time by the Marquis, then he looked down at his own little hands holding the bowl, and his little brows were wrinkled into a pimple.

He said crisply, "Mother, why~ do you still need Hou to feed you?"

Xie Jinglan paused and chuckled, "Because your mother was...tired last night."

“…”

Wen Ning's cheeks flushed and she glared at him angrily.

At this moment, Qing Feng's low voice came from outside the door, with a hint of urgency that could not be concealed, "Master, the Xiaoling Guards have just arrived from the mausoleum and have something important to report."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan frowned instantly. During the years he was in charge of the defense of the capital, the Xiaoling Guard would never report it rashly unless it was a very serious matter.

Wen Ning's heart tightened, and she quickly reached out to take the bowl of soup from his hand, saying softly, "My Lord, official business is more important."

Xie Jinglan nodded to her reassuringly, then lifted the curtain and walked out the door, asking in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"Several of the imperial mausoleum's accompanying tombs were robbed. The thieves were caught red-handed by patrolling guards."

"Useless!" Xie Jinglan's tone suddenly turned harsh. "How could you let the thieves succeed while guarding the mausoleum? Has this matter been reported to the palace?"

Qing Feng bowed and replied, "This incident happened suddenly. The Xiaoling Mausoleum Guards were afraid to disturb the emperor, so they sent someone to report to you first. However... when they were counting the lost items, they discovered that the body in one of the coffins was not the tomb's owner."

Xie Jinglan's eyes darkened suddenly, and he looked up at Qingfeng with a gaze as cold as ice: "Whose!"

"My Lord, it's the mausoleum of Consort Lu."

"Lu Zhaoyi!"

"It's actually Consort Lu..." He repeated these words in a low voice.

Zhang Zhenghe is alive and Concubine Lu is faking her death?

A royal physician and a concubine, could it be that they both concealed their own deaths and left the palace?

How much trouble is behind this?

What shameful deeds are hidden?

An unbreakable frost suddenly formed between Xie Jinglan's brows.

Wen Ning heard all the conversations in the house.

She knew that although tomb robbing was hateful, it was not as shocking as the four words "the body is wrong". If this matter was not handled properly, it would probably cause an uproar.

Although she didn't know who Lu Zhaoyi was, she didn't know how many secrets were hidden in the royal mausoleum.

But he knew that the Marquis was in charge of the defense of the capital. Now that something like this had happened, it would probably involve countless links, and if there was any mistake, it would be difficult to resolve.

When Xie Jinglan came in again, he saw that Wen Ning had already prepared his black official uniform. She looked at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and worry was clearly written on her face, which made people soften their hearts.

The anger in his heart dissipated instantly. He walked over and pinched her cheek, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"What are you doing like this?"

Seeing that she was still pursing her lips, he added, "Compared to the northern border military report and the rebellion in the southern border, this is nothing. It's nothing serious."

Wen Ning felt relieved upon hearing this. She stood on tiptoe to straighten his official uniform and said softly, "Then my Lord, please go and come back soon."

This ordinary reminder felt like a warm spring flowing through Xie Jinglan's heart.

He looked at her gentle eyebrows when she lowered her eyes, and suddenly felt that the homely atmosphere in this house was truly connected with him. It was the kind of home he had never enjoyed before.

His heart moved, and he leaned over to kiss her.

Seeing this, Wen Ning hurriedly raised her delicate jade fingers and placed them on his chest. With a blush on her cheeks, she glanced towards Xi Bao and said, "The child is here."

Xie Jinglan chuckled softly, turned to Xi Bao who was still eating, and raised his chin, "Turn around and cover your eyes."

Xibao's mouth was stuffed full. He blinked when he heard the words and actually turned his back obediently. He covered his eyes tightly with his chubby hands and asked in a baby voice, "Hou Nie~ Mother, what are you going to do?"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Jinglan had already grabbed the back of Wen Ning's neck and stole a soft kiss from her soft lips.

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Xie Jinglan ordered the Jingji Guards to seal off the Xiaoling Mausoleum and arrest the mausoleum guards and tomb robbers.

On the one hand, the Ministry of Works' Mausoleum Department and the Ministry of Rites' Shrine and Sacrifice Department were ordered to inspect the mausoleum regulations, and the coroner of the Dali Temple was ordered to perform an autopsy. At the same time, the old files of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were retrieved for comparison.

After collecting preliminary evidence, he first requested the emperor's special authorization for an investigation, then brought the autopsy records and files into the palace, and reported in detail to the emperor the discrepancies in the age and physical characteristics of the corpse.