The next day at noon, a dark cloud drifted in from the west, followed by thunder and lightning, and a torrential downpour.

Indoors, the temperature dropped sharply.

Ji Xiaoxiao kept her eyes tightly closed, and her trembling eyelids foreshadowed the intense shock she was experiencing.

"Father, are you going out tomorrow?" A pretty girl in a pink dress pouted in dissatisfaction. "Father, you just arrived, and you're already going out again."

The man was tall and handsome, with a refined and elegant demeanor that set him apart from others. However, the dark circles under his eyes and the stubble on his beard added a touch of decadent and powerless beauty to his appearance.

"Nuonuo, it's not that your father doesn't want to stay home with you, but His Majesty has given the order, and your father has no choice but to obey." The man let out a long sigh.

Seeing the man's haggard face, the pretty girl said softly, "Alright then, but Father, you must take care of your health. I hope you live to be a hundred years old and stay with me for a long time."

A tear flashed in the man's eye, but he quickly concealed it.

The two talked for a long time, and the pretty young woman gained a lot of useful information.

As dusk fell, night descended.

"Nuonuo, do you still remember the nickname you had in Peach Blossom Cottage?" the man suddenly asked.

The pretty young girl turned around, looking puzzled. "I remember, the moon in the mirror!"

"That's good."

The man waved his hand, and the pretty girl left.

Ji Xiaoxiao repeatedly recalled the original owner's memories, and this scene was the one she cared about the most.

Why did Gu Zhige summon the original owner of this body before setting off? Knowing that this journey was fraught with danger, why did he still reveal his whereabouts? His last words seemed to conceal something.

"The moon in the mirror is strange."

Ji Xiaoxiao got up and went into the original owner's boudoir. The dressing table was placed by the window, which was tightly closed, but it had been in disrepair for many years and creaked loudly in the wind and rain.

Taking a few steps forward, Ji Xiaoxiao opened the dressing table, lifted the bronze mirror, which was covered with a layer of dust.

"The moon in the mirror." Ji Xiaoxiao pushed open the window. The wind was strong, the rain was heavy, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Where was the bright moonlight? In the middle of the night, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the wind died down. The sky, washed clean by the rain, was pure black, and the moon, shining with a clear light, hung high in it.

The silvery light shone down, and the bronze mirror reflected the light, which settled on the opposite wall.

The light and shadow were blurred as Ji Xiaoxiao wiped the dust off the bronze mirror. The mirror was ingeniously designed; somehow, it projected a peach blossom pattern onto the wall.

"Peach Blossom Cottage, Moon in the Mirror."

Ji Xiaoxiao carefully broke through the wall, revealing a hollow interior containing a small box. Upon opening the box, as expected, it contained evidence of the crimes committed by the "Three Dukes and Four Marquises."

Heaven is helping me!

Ji Xiaoxiao chuckled softly, "I suppose that making the enemies lose their noble status and position would give the original owner more of a sense of revenge than killing them."

After glancing through the evidence, Ji Xiaoxiao's pounding heart grew colder and colder. Murder and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace of their dead. The "Three Dukes and Four Marquises" held exalted positions of power and were incredibly wealthy, yet little did they know that beneath their feet lay countless bones.

"Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished. It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet."

Ji Xiaoxiao put away the evidence and secretly slipped into the main kitchen of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion for a hearty meal. She had been busy searching for evidence these past few days and hadn't had a proper meal; she was starving and craving food.

After eating and drinking her fill, Ji Xiaoxiao took another long nap.

Living a life of constant upside down, Ji Xiaoxiao cautiously sneaked into the palace late at night. If the evidence she possessed couldn't be delivered directly to the Emperor, given the power and connections of the high-ranking officials, it would surely be intercepted en route.

The imperial palace was heavily guarded, and it took Ji Xiaoxiao two hours of running around before she finally managed to enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The hall was empty, and Ji Xiaoxiao waited all night.

After the morning court session, a man in his forties with an imposing presence entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He sat on the magnificent dragon throne and stared intently at the memorials presented to the emperor.

A small notebook fell onto the table with a thud.

The man became alert, looked up, and asked, "Who's there?"

The notebook falling from the sky must mean someone is lurking in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

No one answered, except for the eunuch who had been watching him closely, who said, "Your Majesty?"

Emperor Yumin waved his hand and said, "You may leave now." Emperor Yumin dared not make any rash moves. That person had silently infiltrated the Hall of Mental Cultivation without alerting anyone, which showed that his martial arts skills were unfathomable. That person was inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and if he made the slightest move, he might end up with his head rolling.

The eunuch, unsuspecting, withdrew upon hearing the noise.

Emperor Yumin picked up the small notebook on the table, hesitated several times before opening it to read. His usually calm breathing gradually quickened, and the veins on his forehead and hands bulged. Emperor Yumin then slammed his hand heavily on the table.

"Damn it!" Emperor Yumin roared.

Emperor Yumin took a deep breath, his anger slowly subsiding. He looked at the notebook again and asked, "Who are you? Why do you have this?"

After a long silence, a clear voice rang out, "Who am I? Didn't His Majesty already know that long ago? Why bother with all this?"

"Gu Shen," Emperor Yumin lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "You have not wronged me. You have wronged my father, your subject Gu Zhige."

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