"You continue to follow up on the Mu Han Pavilion investigation. Don't alert Tang Ruozhi." Helan Ruizhe added that he always trusted Yuan Jing's work, but Yuan Jing was a bit reckless. He was afraid that he would forget if he didn't give detailed instructions. "You can send someone to monitor who Tang Ruozhi has been meeting recently, but you must be extremely careful."

"yes."

Yuan Jing asked worriedly, "But Your Highness, when Tang Ruozhi returns to the Prime Minister's residence, will you really not tell Prime Minister Tang that we kidnapped her?"

"She won't," Helan Ruizhe said. "If Prime Minister Tang asks why she was kidnapped, what will she say? Tang Ruozhi isn't that stupid."

What's more, how dare she say it.

How had she, a pampered young lady, managed to sneak into his room despite the strict security of the Eastern Palace? Where had the aphrodisiac in the incense burner come from? And what motive had she, a candidate for Crown Princess, for sneaking into the Eastern Palace to have a relationship with Helan Ruizhe?

How should Tang Ruozhi answer these questions?

She doesn't dare to say it, can't say it, so she won't say it.

Yuan Jing roughly guessed the answer and understood what Helan Ruizhe said, so he nodded, indicating that he was not too stupid.

"Yuan Jing," Helan Ruizhe changed the subject. The business was over, and it was time to think about how to win back his angry wife. "Well, do you know how to comfort a girl if she's upset?"

Yuan Jing was a little confused. Why would His Royal Highness suddenly ask such a question? "Did Your Highness make Miss Jin angry?"

Helan Ruizhe quickly denied it, "No! It's not her, um, it's Yoo Seung-ho. Yoo Seung-ho, he recently fell in love with a girl, but because he wanted to hide it from her, he didn't tell her. The girl found out later and was furious..."

Yu Seung-ho has to bear a lot of blame for this.

Yuan Jing was completely bewildered. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had always been indifferent to Master Yu's affairs, so why was he suddenly vying to be the messenger of justice today and even asking him how to solve the problem...

But Yuan Jing, a young man who has been single for more than ten years and doesn't even have a girl he likes, how could he know how to make a girl happy?

"This, I don't know."

Yuan Jing lowered his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and quietly observed the changes in Helan Ruizhe's expression, from a look of vague expectation to a frown.

It doesn't seem like Master Yu has made the girl unhappy, but rather that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself has some emotional problems.

But he didn't dare to expose it, so he just remained silent.

Helan Ruizhe thought for a while and shook his head, "I'd better go find Yu Seung-ho myself."

Ask him what to do. Yoo Seung-ho has more experience in this kind of thing than him. This is a fact he has to admit.

Helan Ruizhe walked out quickly. Yuan Jing looked at the mask on the table and called out to him, "Your Highness, the mask!"

"I won't wear it anymore!"

Helan Ruizhe's voice disappeared in the East Palace along with his men.

Everything has been exposed, why keep pretending?

—

Tang Ruozhi was carried back to South Street by Jin Xiwen.

Of course, it was not where Han Shuangye lived on South Street, but another house that looked like a secret room.

The room was very dark because there were no windows. There was only a bed, a table and two worn-out benches in the room. A candle was lit on the table, emitting its last dying light, and the flickering candlelight was reflected on the opposite wall.

A damp, musty smell mixed with moisture invaded Tang Ruozhi's nose. She opened her eyes with difficulty, but everything was dark. If she listened carefully, she could hear the chirping of mice fighting for food.

She wondered what they were fighting over, making such a racket.

Her back, arms, and thighs were numb with pain, and she felt someone rummaging through her clothes and touching her skin.

She felt terrified but powerless to resist.

"Bear with it, it will hurt when you first wake up."

Jin Xiwen sat on the worn bench, and with the help of the candlelight, she cleaned the wound on the back of the woman lying on the bed.

Oh, it’s Jin Xiwen.

Tang Ruozhi felt a little relieved, but in an instant he fell into the abyss of fear again.

It was the woman behind her who put her in danger, but it was also this woman who saved her.

"What is this place?"

She was instinctively wary. This was definitely not the Prime Minister's Residence, nor was it a clinic in Funing City. This place was unfamiliar and made her feel scared and disgusted.

"Heh," Jin Xiwen threw the blood-stained towel into the basin and picked up the gauze next to it to tie Tang Ruozhi up. "This is South Street, a random secret room. Why, from your tone, do you sound disgusted?"

"South Street, secret room?" Tang Ruozhi knew that South Street was the most chaotic and dangerous place in the entire Funing City. He also knew that many secretive and dangerous organizations on South Street had their own secret rooms on South Street. But this was his first time actually being in a secret room on South Street. "Why did you bring me here? Is it safe here? Will someone come back unexpectedly?"

"Do you think I want to bring you back?" Jin Xiwen said unhappily, "Miss Tang is so famous, who in Funing City doesn't know you? This place is so shabby and old, only rats would want to stay here. If you were taken to any other ordinary clinic, the news that the Prime Minister's daughter was seriously injured would be known to the whole city within two hours. The cause of your injury was a whip wound, so I think many people would be interested, right?"

"You are the one who caused this?"

Tang Ruozhi was so moved by Jin Xiwen that she saved her and helped her heal her wounds, and thought that she had suddenly become more humane, but she didn't expect that she was still the same stinky woman who spoke in a sarcastic and cold manner.

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