Jiang Qingwan's heart stirred slightly.
Is the retired emperor afraid that the emperor and empress dowager will do something?
That's fine, she was curious about what treasures were hidden in the imperial tomb.
She gave a slight curtsy to the old eunuch.
"If we cannot return that day, please go to the Prince's residence and convey my message."
"yes!"
The old eunuch personally led her to see Yan Yunqing.
"Commander Yan, the Emperor Emeritus has ordered that the safety of the Ninth Princess must be ensured. Thank you for your trouble."
Yan Yunqing gave Jiang Qingwan a cold glance.
"His Majesty is worried about this matter and has ordered us to get to Xuanling Mountain as soon as possible. The journey is bumpy, so please get in the carriage, Your Highness."
Jiang Qingwan nodded slightly as a greeting, then walked straight to the carriage and stepped onto the footstool.
The carriage was covered with a soft blanket, with teacups and fruit plates in the center, as well as a black box locked with a strange lock.
Although the lock looked complicated, it was not difficult to unlock.
She glanced at it a few more times, and then the carriage suddenly started moving, causing her to sway and almost fall over. She quickly sat down on the spot, and ended up facing Bai Shuo diagonally from the east to the west.
As if sensing her scrutiny, Bai Shuo slowly opened his eyes, but those eyes were not red.
Jiang Qingwan was startled, and her gaze involuntarily fell on Bai Shuo's chest.
She remembered that night that a mysterious magical artifact had fused into the chest of the demon-faced figure.
Perhaps because her cultivation was exhausted, she couldn't see anything at the moment.
Could this person really not be the Ghost Face hiding in the palace?
At this moment, Bai Shuo slowly spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.
"I've heard that the Ninth Princess Consort also understands Taoist arts?"
Jiang Qingwan lowered her eyes and replied, "I know a little bit."
"More than that, isn't it?" Bai Shuo's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes beneath the mask revealing no emotion, as cold and eerie as still water.
"If you can restore the mountain-protecting formation to its original state, how could you only know a little bit?"
Jiang Qingwan immediately became suspicious.
If this person is a master, how could he not know that the mountain-protecting formation is a living formation?
She explained calmly, "I dare not presume to teach you my skills. When I requested permission to go to Xuanling Mountain, I was full of pride and wanted to find the Prince. Perhaps Heaven couldn't bear to see me die. I happened to have seen the formation of the mountain-protecting array in an ancient book. The repair went relatively smoothly. I just don't know what the Nine Dragons Array in the Imperial Mausoleum is like. Would you be willing to tell me about it, Master?"
Bai Shuo stared at Jiang Qingwan for a long time, seemingly trying to determine whether her words were true or false.
He spoke coldly after a moment.
"Unwilling."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
Jiang Qingwan sensed his disdain and stopped talking. She leaned against the carriage to rest and soon began to doze off with the bumpy ride.
In a daze, I suddenly saw a familiar mountain range.
Aura swirls and clouds swirl.
A bright red fox on the mountaintop raised its beautiful neck in the bright moonlight.
A figure slowly walked out from behind it.
An old man snoring with a bag hanging from his waist, a refined young man carrying a medicine basket, a graceful swordsman in green robes, and a dashing young man riding a kite as they sped past, their laughter echoing through the valley.
Freedom, happiness!
Jiang Qingwan's eyes reddened.
That was the Qilian Mountains, the home where she grew up.
Those people were her master and fellow disciples.
She was so excited that she wanted to reach out and touch it.
The blurry figure gradually became clearer as she approached.
She suddenly smelled the fragrance of the Night-Blooming Jasmine and stopped abruptly.
The figure in front was still there, and the facial features were already blurry.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly closed her eyes and quickly recited a calming mantra in her mind. Soon, she felt the carriage jolting as it moved rapidly again.
She slowly opened her eyes.
Bai Shuo, sitting opposite, was still resting with his eyes closed, and there was no incense burner in the car.
He wasn't wearing any purse.
If it weren't for external forces, how did the Nightshade Grass enter her body and attempt to read her memories?
At this moment, she was certain that Bai Shuo was definitely not the masked man in the palace.
The spiritual power used by the Night-Blooming Jasmine to read her memories is very pure.
It has no trace of evil or malevolent energy.
She didn't dare close her eyes again, so she simply sat cross-legged and began to circulate her Qi.
She had a premonition that the trip to the imperial tombs would not go smoothly.
...
As soon as Xia Shihui returned home from his shift, he saw Xia Yu, whose face was covered in bruises, rushing up to him and grabbing him without saying a word, leading him to the study.
He mysteriously closed the door before speaking.
“Father, Guo Hao burned down the Su family ancestral hall. He did it to cover for Jiang Qingwan. The two of them colluded to steal the Su family’s treasures. I saw it with my own eyes.”
"The reason I couldn't remember that day was because when I cornered the two of them in the back alley of the Su residence, Jiang Qingwan cast a spell on me. That woman is truly a witch; she actually managed to make me lose my memory with a talisman. Today, she and that scoundrel Guo Hao kidnapped me and tortured me, which is why I unexpectedly regained my memory..."
Xia Shihui interrupted urgently, "What did you say?"
"I said...I told you..."
Seeing the flicker in his eyes, Xia Shihui's face instantly darkened.
"What exactly did you say?"
Xia Yu realized he couldn't hide it any longer and quickly tried to explain.
“Father, what I said is not important. Now we should go see Prince Su and tell him about this. Let him target the Marquis of Weiyuan’s mansion, arrest and interrogate that woman Jiang Qingwan. Maybe we can find out the secret of the Ninth Prince’s mansion and wipe it out in one fell swoop.”
"Smack!"
Xia Shihui, unable to bear it any longer, slapped him on the head.
"Tell me the truth, did you mention Prince Su to them?"
Xia Yu didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and stubbornly said, "If I didn't bring this up to deter them, you wouldn't be able to see me."
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