Ye Qi shook his head.
"I went there, and the young servant who was looking after him said that Old Luo was in seclusion and wouldn't see anyone. He only allowed the servant to leave food at the door every day and not to disturb him. I don't know who has such ability to modify the golden hook scimitar to give Old Luo such a headache."
He suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, Your Highness, do you remember the person who gave Old Luo the chariot blueprints before? If we can find this person, wouldn't we be able to unlock the secret of this scimitar?"
Mo Yunhan's eyes turned slightly cold.
"It's probably too late to find someone now."
He raised his hand and beckoned, then leaned down and whispered a few words as Ye Qi approached.
Ye Qi's eyes narrowed, and he immediately bowed and left.
Inside the Shuya Courtyard, Song Yushu had already found out everything. He then had a servant call Zheng Chengye over and kicked him.
Although she was not a military general, she knew some martial arts and was quite strong.
The kick sent Zheng Chengye flying, crashing hard into the door, almost making him cry out in pain.
"Mother!"
"Don't call me!"
Song Yu was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
She never imagined that her carefully raised son would do such a thing.
"You lied and deceived people, almost causing the deaths of hundreds of people in the Prince's Mansion. Are you blind or just blind to your own heart? I told you not to interfere in the affairs of the Prince's Mansion anymore. Study hard. Have you wasted all your time reading those classic books?"
Mo Qingrui quickly pulled her down to sit.
"Sister, Chengye is still young. If you kick him and hurt him, you'll be the one who suffers. If Jiang Meizi resents you, will she still come to your door?"
Song Yushu's chest heaved violently.
He pointed at Zheng Chengye and cursed, "Kneel down properly! When your father returns to the capital and finds out what kind of bastards you've done, he'll beat your legs to a pulp."
Zheng Chengye dared not disobey his mother, and knelt obediently at the door, but glared at Jiang Qingwan with displeasure, muttering under his breath.
"My cousin has already taken the blame for my mistake, and you, woman, still dare to complain!"
He had barely finished speaking when a scalding hot teacup was smashed at him.
Fortunately, he dodged in time and was not hit on the head.
Song Yushu was so angry that he was trembling all over, holding Mo Qingrui's hand.
“Listen to what he’s saying. Does he have even a hint of remorse?”
"If Yun Hansheng hadn't suffered those thirty lashes, would he still be alive?"
“Even now, he has no fear at all. He did something wrong and slandered Qingwan, but he didn’t even apologize. How could I have given birth to such a scoundrel?”
Mo Qingrui quickly helped her catch her breath, while glancing at Zheng Chengye.
"Aren't you going to apologize to your cousin-in-law? Are you trying to make your mother sick?"
Although Zheng Chengye was unwilling, he still knelt and turned around, kowtowed to Jiang Qingwan, and said stiffly,
"I was wrong, please forgive me."
Jiang Qingwan looked at him calmly and asked, "Did you decide to go to Huguo Temple yourself?"
Zheng Chengye felt embarrassed and pursed his lips without answering.
Enraged, Song Yushu wanted to find something to throw at him again, but after looking around and finding nothing, she could only shout angrily, "You should stay in the Imperial Academy, why did you suddenly go to Huguo Temple? Who told you to go?"
Mo Qingrui also found it strange.
“My husband said that the Imperial Academy’s Discipline Department has been extremely strict lately. Unless it’s for something important, no one is allowed to go out. He’s even stayed at the Imperial Academy these past two days. Chengye, you’re not the kind of child who would neglect your studies and run around recklessly. What’s going on?”
After being questioned repeatedly, Zheng Chengye had no choice but to confess.
"I suspected there was something wrong with that amulet. I ran into Xia Yu while browsing ancient books at the Imperial Academy. He said the abbot of Huguo Temple was very capable, so I sneaked off there. I just wanted to find evidence that this woman was bewitching people!"
Song Yu gritted his teeth in anger.
"You haven't listened to a single word your mother said. You're really going to drive me crazy."
Mo Qingrui frowned and asked, "Xia Yu? Is he the child of Xia Shihui, the censor?"
Even in the heat of the moment, Song Yushu keenly sensed that something was amiss.
"A censor? Could it be..."
She and Mo Qingrui exchanged a glance, both of them startled.
Jiang Qingwan had also remembered who Xia Yu was.
She stood up and said, "Now that things are clear, there's no need to punish him. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."
Mo Qingrui hurriedly called out to her.
"Jiang Meizi, An'an and the others are still waiting for you."
Jiang Qingwan turned around and curtsied.
"Princess Lao, please pass on a message for me: Qingwan has remembered the kindness of all the sisters."
At this moment, guards came from outside the door.
"Your Highness, His Highness requests your presence in the main hall."
"I'm busy."
Jiang Qingwan waved her hand and walked straight ahead. The guard was stunned and stood there for a moment. When he came to his senses, he quickly chased after her a few steps.
"Your Highness, I cannot disobey the Prince's order. Please go back to the Prince yourself and do not make things difficult for me."
Judging from the armor he was wearing, he must be a soldier of the local government.
Jiang Qingwan thought about it and had no choice but to go with him.
Dozens of guards, all in full armor, were already standing in the front courtyard. Mo Yunhan had also changed into his battle robe, his red cloak as fiery as blood.
His exceptionally handsome face, bathed in the morning sun, truly resembled that of a god.
Jiang Qingwan's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, her right eye twitched rapidly, and she panicked terribly.
A very bad premonition suddenly struck.
She instinctively wanted to raise her fingers to calculate, but then quickly stopped.
Having accepted the imperial decree of marriage from Mo Yunhan, she could no longer speculate about Mo Yunhan's future.
For example, during these five years, she fell ill several times because of the Crimson Jade Talisman, but she never dared to consult the oracle about Qin Minglang's life or death.
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