When Wang Yanzhou noticed the actions of Qinghe's men, he covered Tang Chen's eyes in time. Tang Chen did not see the bloody scene, but heard the sound of the man's dying struggle and the last breath of his soul.

Seeing Qinghe's actions, Wang Yanzhou suddenly felt relieved, but then became nervous again. He felt relieved because Qinghe's actions were undoubtedly telling him that she had accepted Ouyang Ming's passing. He became nervous again because they already had news about Ouyang Ming, but this had to deal another heavy blow to her heart.

After casually throwing the knife aside, Qinghe, who had just been wielding the knife to kill people like a demon, suddenly smiled and said, "You are so lucky! I haven't had time to congratulate you two on your wedding."

Liang Shuyi and the other two quickly returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you, Princess."

After Qinghe glanced at Wang Yanzhou, Wang Yanzhou slowly loosened his hand, and Qinghe happened to block Tang Chen's sight:

"Just now, when you appeared, I noticed that you looked different. Now, I only have one question for you..."

Tang Chen knew what Qinghe wanted to ask, so he didn't waste any time and told her the result directly: "I have seen him, but his life or death is uncertain now."

Qinghe looked at Tang Chen with a complicated expression for a moment, then said, "...Excuse me, please tell me the details."

As they spoke, Qinghe unexpectedly knelt before Tang Chen. Tang Chen had never been knelt before, so without thinking, he knelt down as well: "What are you doing? Get up quickly. And that Lianqiao thing, have someone deal with it quietly, and we'll talk outside."

"yes."

Only after leaving the bloody tent did Tang Chen breathe a sigh of relief. The atmosphere inside made her very uncomfortable. She had never imagined that someone like Qinghe could be so cruel.

After moving to a cleaner place, Tang Chen guzzled a large cup of tea before telling Qinghe everything she knew about Ouyang Ming. This included how she and Wang Yanzhou had met Ouyang Ming, how they had discovered the existence of the fake Ouyang Ming, and the current whereabouts of the real Ouyang Ming.

However, she had intentionally or unintentionally deleted the part about Black Crow. After all, with both of them missing, it was time to ask Qinghe for help. If she knew that Black Crow might have been involved in Ouyang Ming's disappearance, it would be difficult to explain.

Qinghe listened patiently, then smiled bitterly, holding his forehead. "Qinglong Village, Mr. Ouyang. Ha, right under my nose, I've been there so many times, and he actually didn't recognize me?"

Tang Chen had previously asked Ouyang Ming a similar question: Why didn't he recognize his family after finding them? Ouyang Ming simply said he was content to just watch them from afar, and didn't say much more. But Tang Chen probably knew that with such a good person now in such a state, he could just go on living. Who would want to make the person they loved so dearly worry about them?

Tang Chen had also thought about whether she would choose to reunite with her family if she were in his place. To be fair, as the saying goes, a short pain is better than a long one. If she were more arrogant, she would rather let others think she was dead than drag them down for a long time. Of course, this was just her personal opinion.

Seeing how distressed he was, Tang Chen could only comfort him, "Sir, you have your own difficulties. This was taken from his room. Although it doesn't specify who it's addressed to, I think the only people in this world who are so concerned about you are your family. I'm returning all these letters."

After saying that, Tang Chen handed the box filled with family letters from Wang Yanzhou to Qinghe. Qinghe looked at the familiar handwriting in front of her and finally couldn't help but shed tears: "...Thank you."

She didn't have many relatives left in this world. Apart from the emperor who was her half-brother on the throne, the only descendants left were her half-brother Wang Yanzhou, who was both her relative and friend, and Ouyang Ming.

Tang Chen saw her injury clearly and didn't try to persuade her. He just asked Lian Qiao to take good care of her and then left with everyone else. When he came out, he ran into Wang Fengjiao who was rushing towards them.

Tang Chen had sharp eyes and immediately spotted this old acquaintance: "Hey, Brother Wang!"

Wang Fengjiao was a little shocked when she saw Tang Chen, and then she asked with concern: "Xiao Tang, Niu Qiu wrote to me saying that Mr. Ouyang was in trouble. Is it true?"

Tang Chen raised his head, took a deep breath, and then said, "...It's a long story."

After recounting Ouyang Ming's story, Wang Fengjiao finally took out the letter from Little Niuqiu and handed it to Tang Chen. Tang Chen had previously been puzzled, wondering how Wang Fengjiao, who couldn't even read, could understand the letter now. After looking at the letter from Little Niuqiu, he realized there weren't many words on it. Knowing that Little Niuqiu couldn't read, he and his friends had drawn a picture of it, mimicking it. And behold, the drawing was truly lifelike.

It is said that this letter was sent shortly after Ouyang Ming's accident, but due to various reasons, it was passed around along the way, so Wang Fengjiao only found out about it not long ago.

After hearing all this, Wang Fengjiao took a while to react before she suddenly realized, "I didn't expect that the gentleman actually had such a great background! That means the prince consort who is with us now is a fake!"

"That's true, but, alas, it's nothing." Tang Chen originally wanted to tell him that the fake prince consort had died, but thinking that this matter was originally a secret investigation, the fewer people who knew about it, the better, so he kept silent.

Wang Fengjiao became more and more angry as she thought about it. She subconsciously slammed the table, almost scaring Tang Chen off his stool. "This fake prince consort must be plotting something against the princess. Don't worry, I will be as polite as before and will definitely not let anyone know!"

Wang Yanzhou nodded and said, "This matter shouldn't be known to too many people. Let's keep it quiet for now so as not to alert the enemy."

As soon as Wang Yanzhou finished speaking, the group fell into an inexplicable silence, as if they suddenly knew what to say. A moment later, Wang Fengjiao, who had been contemplating life, opened the conversation again.

"Calculating the time, the gentleman has been missing for almost a month or two. Is there any news?"

Tang Chen shook his head and sighed: "Alas, not yet."

Wang Fengjiao stroked the stubble on her chin when a sudden idea flashed through her mind: "...By the way, have you ever looked for the secret room?"

Several people looked at each other in confusion: "What secret room?"

Wang Fengjiao explained, "The master has limited mobility, and we used to do that kind of work, so he can be considered our benefactor. After we settled down, I was afraid we would bring trouble to him, so I secretly opened a secret room under his house and put some emergency dry food and medicine in it."