"Qingcheng, what's on your mind?"

On the carriage back to the East Palace, Si Chengfeng, holding a box of snacks, fed the silent Hua Qingcheng and asked with concern.

Just now at the gate of the Imperial College, when Hua Qingcheng got on the Feng Mansion's carriage, her face had obviously become much darker.

"Yes, Qingcheng. 'One person's plan is short, two people's plan is long.' If you have any difficulties, just tell us and we will solve them together." Situ Ye also held Hua Qingcheng's hand to comfort her.

"Aye, Afeng, let's talk about this back at the palace."

Hua Qingcheng felt a little warm in her heart, and shook hands with her two husbands to reassure them.

The carriage was driving on the busy street, which was indeed not a good place for conversation. Upon hearing this, Situ Ye and Si Chengfeng tacitly did not ask any more questions.

After dinner.

At the hour of Xu, in the study of the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace.

"Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, go out and guard outside!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Hua Qingcheng's four maids (also placed by Mu Lige) left the study upon hearing this.

"Shumo, Lixiang, Yuanyu, Sangrou, you all leave too!" Mu Lige also dismissed his personal servants.

"Yes, Masa-kun!"

The four of them then arrived outside the study and dutifully guarded the door for their master, preventing outsiders from approaching.

"Qingqing, what exactly happened?"

Mu Lige didn't think that Hua Qingcheng would gather everyone to the study so solemnly for no reason, and his little wife's face had been obviously not in a good mood since she returned to the palace.

"Brother Li, someone wants to harm the Second Young Master Feng!" Hua Qingcheng said bluntly.

Then, Hua Qingcheng told her husbands in detail about Feng Lingyan's attack today.

"I didn't expect that the Second Young Master Feng would be targeted not long after returning home."

Mu Lige's face was slightly gloomy, his eyes were leisurely, his lips were slightly pursed, his bony fingers tapped lightly on the table, but his mind was quickly thinking of a countermeasure.

"So, Qingcheng, you were in a bad mood because of this matter..." Situ Ye said with sudden realization.

"The Second Young Master Feng is a humble person and it is impossible for him to have grudges with others. Moreover, he was assassinated not long after returning home. It must have been done by someone in the palace." Si Chengfeng looked ahead leisurely with his phoenix eyes, and the expression in his charming eyes was obscure.

"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. Originally, there is nothing, so where can dust gather?" Yu Xiaotian clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist verse. "Second Young Master Feng is attracting jealousy..."

"Xiao Qingcheng, don't worry! I, Third Brother, will definitely avenge you and Second Young Master Feng!"

Han Yichen's narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, the tear mole at the corner of his eyes flashed slightly, and there was a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Since entering the palace, the brothers had only temporarily restrained their sharpness for the sake of their young wives. This didn't mean they were soft-hearted, nor were they easy to mess with. Could it be that the person behind this was treating them as dead?

"Achen, don't be impulsive. Is there anything that can rapidly age a person's appearance without them noticing?"

Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen with burning eyes, but a cunning light suddenly flashed in her bright and clear eyes.

If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them. If someone offends me, I will return it tenfold!

Since An Zihao was harming Feng Lingyan out of jealousy of her beauty, he might as well go all out and destroy the very appearance that Emperor An cared about the most...

"Xiao Qingcheng, you mean..."

When Han Yichen heard this, a glint of mischief and excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, 'Beauty Withering'! Just give him 'Beauty Withering' and his face will age ten years a day, but the rest of his body will remain unaffected. There's no way to tell why he's aging. He'll probably be devastated then..."

Han Yichen was eager to try and couldn't wait to put his ideas into practice.

If you dare to harm Feng Lingyan, you must be prepared to bear the wrath of Hua Qingcheng! After all, Feng Lingyan is a man that even the brothers have to hold in high esteem. If you dare to harm him, it will definitely be worse than death...

"Okay, then let's do 'Beauty Withers'!" Hua Qingcheng immediately made the decision.

"However, Achen, before that, we must first confirm one thing: whether An Ning, An Zihao's servant who came with him as a dowry, possesses any martial arts skills."

"According to my uncle, today at Yipinxiangju, the masked man in black was injured on the inside of his right arm by Duan Yunfei's sword. Once we confirm that the man in black is An Ning, we will take action."

Although Hua Qingcheng was eager to avenge Feng Lingyan, she did not get carried away and lose her rationality.

"Qingqing is absolutely right. We can't let the bad guys go, but we can't wrongly accuse innocent people either. Let's investigate thoroughly first." Mu Lige nodded slightly.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Han Yichen's lightness skills were taught by Long Yitian, and now he is indeed the best among all Hua Qingcheng's husbands. Even if he wants to run, no one can catch up with him.

After Si Chengfeng taught Hua Qingcheng how to write and paint, Situ Ye accompanied Hua Qingcheng in boxing and martial arts training, and Yu Xiaotian massaged Hua Qingcheng's shoulders and back, at the end of the Xu hour, Mu Lige began to teach Hua Qingcheng to play the piano.

At the same time, Han Yichen, who changed into a black suit and covered his face with a black scarf, also used the Tomb School's light skills to climb over the eaves and walls and leaped into the Moon-Raising Palace without anyone noticing.

Han Yichen, who had done his homework in advance, had already found out that An Ning had the habit of bathing before going to bed every night. Soon, he arrived at the roof of the east side room where An Ning lived.

Gently lifting a tile, Han Yichen looked down and saw An Ning sitting in a large, misty bathtub, enjoying a comfortable bath.

Humph! A stuffy guy!

You'll be in trouble soon!

Han Yichen snorted in his heart.

Then, Han Yichen took out a small jar from his arms, and then used tweezers to pick up the caterpillars inside one by one and threw them down.

“Ouch~”

An Ning, who was originally resting with his eyes closed, suddenly felt an itch on his back. He reached out to touch it and found it was a soft caterpillar. He was so frightened that his scalp went numb.

“Ah~”

Although An Ning is quite skilled in martial arts, he is extremely afraid of these wriggling, soft, and furry insects.

The worst part was, there were more than one bug. An Ning felt like they were everywhere on her head, shoulders, and back. She didn't care about her naked body and quickly jumped out of the tub, shaking and jumping on the ground.

The agility with which he climbed over the bathtub showed at a glance that he was a man of considerable martial arts skills.

Looking at the naked weakling performing the "shaman dance" below, Han Yichen, who was hiding on the roof, trembled his shoulders and tried hard to suppress his laughter.

Of course, Han Yichen didn't forget to do his job. He kept observing An Ning carefully and saw that there was indeed a centimeter-long scar in the shape of a centipede on her left wrist. There was also a new wound on her right forearm.

It’s you!

After confirming that An Ning was the assassin who attacked Feng Lingyan, Han Yichen's eyes, which were originally full of playfulness, suddenly turned cold.