A shadow rolled down from the roof ridge.
Ever since Qi Su mentioned that the Xuan Niao Guards' light-footed movements weren't graceful enough, the little birds, though not saying anything, are now very concerned about their landing postures.
It's a rare sight to see a black Xiao Si.
He was cold and aloof, just like his master.
"The Embroidered Robe Envoy is looking for you."
It means that the Embroidered Robe Envoy is looking for you, but you have been running around outside all night.
Qi Su yawned.
"Go ahead and look for them. Do you think I'm afraid of them?"
Don't think that just because Qin Shang is the male lead, she can't do anything to him.
She has now stood tall and is no longer the weakling she once was at Qingyun Nunnery.
Qin Shang kidnapped Qi Su and forced her to seduce a monk to break his vows, using her aunt as bait.
They still have the nerve to hunt him down.
She remembered every single detail clearly.
Ah Yan is dead, but don't worry, once I figure out the rules, you'll be dead too.
We'll settle this score later.
Hei Xiao Si: "Master didn't sleep all night and ordered the Black Bird Guards to search for your whereabouts throughout the city."
Oh, so they've come to demand an explanation.
Qi Su: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot I'm a family doctor now. Next time I go somewhere, I'll definitely let you know first."
Hei Xiaosi gave her a cold look.
"Since you planted such a curse on your master, take good care of yourself and don't make your master worry about you."
After he finished speaking, he coldly spread his wings and flew away again.
Qi Su remained where she was, her eyes wide, and stretched out Er Kang's hand.
No—you must have misunderstood.
Although, but.
But she really just said it casually, deliberately trying to annoy the monk.
Her expertise in Gu poison research is very strong, but it's not as mystical as some people think.
The claim that the person who plants the Gu poison will fall in love with the Gu master is utter nonsense!
…
Qi Su took a bath, ate fish soup noodles, and went back to sleep as she wished.
In the afternoon, she was invited by Chief Secretary Song to have tea.
When they arrived at the banquet hall, they discovered, oh, Dao Ci was there too.
I just taught that weird grandson of someone's family a lesson yesterday, and seeing the kind-faced Chief Clerk Song, it's really...
My heart was completely unmoved.
Qi Su asked first.
"Grandpa, what happened to that fool who insisted on marrying me back then?"
Chief Secretary Song waved his hand.
"His father locked him up, and he hasn't been able to go out for quite some time."
"Oh, I see."
Then Qi Su can drink tea without worry.
If Shen Qingyu were to accidentally die in Sun Er's coffin, that would be Sun Er's fault, and it would have nothing to do with her.
Dao Ci, standing to the side, made a soft, crisp clinking sound with his teacup.
When Qi Su looked over, his cold, dark eyes were already moving away from her face.
Although his expression remained unchanged, Qi Su was certain that he knew what she had done last night.
It's okay, so be it if he knows.
A man like Lao Tzu never changes his name or surname.
They just like to find someone to take the blame when they do bad things.
…
Song Changshi was clearly unaware of what had happened the previous night.
He looked at the two of them with a loving gaze, as if he were shipping them as a couple.
"The Embroidered Robe Envoy, Lord Qin, has already sent a letter to the capital. You can leave Jincheng and return to the capital in a couple of days."
Qi Su was somewhat surprised to hear that she could return to the capital.
So fast, so smoothly?
Wasn't Dao Ci supposed to be a hot commodity?
Qi Su thought that Dao Ci wouldn't be like in the original book, where he was completely exploited by Qin Shang because of the Gu worm, a fatal weakness, until Jincheng became a blood-soaked hell, and he would self-destruct before his death to save Jincheng with his Zen reputation.
But at the very least, the remaining value must be squeezed out.
I didn't expect them to be able to return to Beijing so quickly.
Song Changshi stroked his sparse beard.
"This is where His Highness's brilliance lies. This matter was fraught with difficulties, but he was astute and made plans in advance, and indeed everything went according to plan."
Qi Su laughed and clapped in agreement.
Wow, that's amazing! That's fantastic!
These words truly touched the heart of Chief Secretary Song.
"Isn't that right? My prince was literate at three and skilled in martial arts at five. He was so intelligent that he was almost supernatural, and his appearance was like a jade tree. He was truly a celestial being descended to earth!"
Dao Ci remained expressionless.
"Lord Song."
Qi Su looked at Chief Secretary Song.
"But isn't the capital city also surrounded by wolves and tigers?"
Given Dao Ci's status as a former prince, he would probably have to hide in some remote mountain valley, conceal his identity, and live a quiet life in order to pass away peacefully.
Otherwise, with such a conspicuous identity, returning to the capital of the new dynasty would undoubtedly stir up a storm.
Chief Secretary Song: "No need to worry. His Highness has already made arrangements. Although this trip is fraught with risks, His Highness has already..."
"Lord Song." A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out, stopping Chief Secretary Song.
Chief Secretary Song did not bring up the old topic again, but just smiled with his eyes narrowed.
"You can just enjoy the good life."
Qi Su was very shy.
"Okay, then my husband must work hard."
.
Chief Secretary Song was unaware of the current situation of the simpleton surnamed Shen.
However, the Song family, especially Old Master Song, still cared a lot about this son born in his old age.
On a cold winter day, Shen Qingyu was left in a suburban cemetery in only a thin layer of clothing and froze for two hours.
After being rescued, the person fell into a coma.
He suffered fractures in his limbs, a dislocated jaw, and multiple bruises on his body.
These injuries shocked the doctors who examined them, causing them to frown.
He frankly said that it was fortunate that Young Master Shen was young and healthy; if it were someone weak, he would probably be meeting the King of Hell by now.
This matter is extremely serious.
Old Master Song was furious, and the Sun family was in an uproar.
Both sides are victims. Sun Er's grave has been dug up several times.
Who on earth is so wicked and guilty of such heinous crimes!
The four tomb keepers who were eyewitnesses at the scene were taken to the city's prison.
When evening came, Shen Qingyu slowly woke up.
There is already a rough guess about the identity of the culprit.
After all, the perpetrator, whether out of malicious intent or not, did not deliberately conceal his face.
…
The bed curtains were lifted and hung on the jade hooks at the head of the bed.
Shen Qingyu opened her eyes.
A blurry, distant halo of light flickered before his eyes.
After a long time, my gaze settled.
They found that there were no lights on in his room, as if the candles were lit in the outer room so as not to disturb his rest.
A light and unfamiliar footstep approached.
"Young Master Shen." The speaker was a strange woman.
Her voice was indistinct, as if she were also among the lights on the other side of the river.
"Do you know this person? They say she's the one who hurt you, she's the murderer."
With a sound, the woman opened a painting.
The lights were lit, and the flames danced, shining into Shen Qingyu's eyes and also illuminating the people in the painting.
A familiar face...
A familiar smile...
The image was so familiar to me; it was the same one that had been plastered all over the city not long ago—the one from the missing wife poster.
Shen Qingyu shifted his gaze to the woman who had shown him the painting.
The girl nodded, her face expressionless.
"I am a guard from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, sent by Lord Qin to thoroughly investigate this matter. Young Master Shen, rest assured, as long as you identify the true culprit, we will definitely bring her to justice."
Shen Qingyu laughed silently.
The smile aggravated the wound on her face, causing blood to seep out again.
His eyes were gentle, and his voice was husky and gentle.
“You’ve mistaken her for someone else. This is my wife. She’s not a murderer.”
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