Are you worried about me?
Jiang Qingwan didn't speak, but nodded perfunctorily.
Her lowered eyes concealed all her emotions, and her porcelain-white face appeared even paler and more translucent as the morning light shone through.
Mo Yunhan took a piece of paper out of his sleeve.
“Last night, I caught a blacksmith who had the good fortune to see the gentleman’s appearance. I drew a portrait based on his description, intending to present it to the Emperor upon returning to the capital and have it posted there…”
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qingwan snatched the Xuan paper and quickly unfolded it.
But there was nothing inside.
She felt a chill in her palms and a tightness in her back.
Mo Yunhan's dark eyes grew even colder, his gaze locking onto her firmly.
"The blacksmith had never seen the masked man and could not get any clues from him. He only knew that the man was a master of mechanisms, unparalleled in the world."
Jiang Qingwan gripped the page tightly without looking up.
Mo Yunhan refused to let her escape any longer, reaching out to grab her shoulders and pulling her closer.
"He is Shenji Banlu, isn't he? You two already know each other, don't you?"
Jiang Qingwan still refused to answer.
The two sides were locked in a standoff, but Mo Yunhan couldn't bear to do it.
He released his hand and stood up.
"Get up and eat. After a short rest, we'll head back to Beijing."
He took two steps and then suddenly stopped.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, the street chief hanged himself in front of that ghost-faced stone statue. He left a letter. Do you want to see it?"
Jiang Qingwan finally raised her head, her eyes slightly red, perhaps from lingering nightmares.
Her beautiful appearance was tinged with a hint of sadness and pitifulness.
"I want to see it."
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