The gazebo in the front hall is Xiaohong's favorite place to spend her days.
When Lian'er had nothing to do, she made some pretty stands and set up incense burners and charcoal stands. Occasionally, Jiang Qingwan would brew tea and take a break.
Mo Shaoze glanced at the blanket folded on the rattan chair. Both its material and color suggested it belonged to a woman.
He didn't rush in, but stood outside the pavilion and waited.
He has a slender figure, exuding nobility yet also a hint of caution and aloofness.
Her facial features do not resemble those of Mo Yunzhao.
Hearing footsteps, he immediately turned around.
Under the sunlight, the woman wore a light purple and white gauze dress, her long hair half-tied up with a tassel hairpin, without any makeup, yet she exuded a languid and captivating charm.
A fox and a tiger, by my side.
It possesses a mysterious allure that inspires both longing and awe.
Mo Shaoze was somewhat lost in thought.
He couldn't help but recall that day in the palace, when he was controlled by the aphrodisiac and pulled her into his arms, his heart pounding wildly.
"Did you need something from me?"
The clear, crisp female voice quickly pulled him back to reality.
He quickly bowed and greeted them.
"Greetings, Ninth Prince's Consort."
Jiang Qingwan had a decent impression of him and waved her hand dismissively.
"Please sit down."
"Lian'er, brew some tea."
Lian'er quickly curtsied.
Qing Sui, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, looked Mo Shaoze up and down a few times before standing behind Jiang Qingwan with her hands behind her back.
The pavilion was drafty and offered no shelter.
Mo Shaoze composed himself and sat down opposite him.
"I am disturbing you today because I have received an imperial decree. A few days ago, my father summoned me to the palace and entrusted me with investigating the assassination of my Ninth Uncle that night."
Jiang Qingwan was somewhat puzzled.
"Then why are you only asking today?"
Mo Shaoze smiled.
It's different from when we first met.
It has lost its unrestrained spontaneity and gained a more respectful demeanor.
"This is the first time in my life that my father has ordered me to do something, and it concerns my Ninth Uncle, so I dared not be negligent. I first looked up some information before coming to visit."
Jiang Qingwan slowly curved her lips into a smile.
She wasn't initially sure if the person who attacked her and Mo Yunhan that night was the sorcerer working for Yun Xiaoran.
However, when I fought the paper figure before and taught it a lesson with the Binding Immortal Rope.
However, he sensed that the Binding Immortal Rope was being interfered with.
Therefore, she was certain that the previous owner of the Binding Immortal Rope was the sorcerer who served Yun Xiaoran.
Qinghui said,
The man named Mu Zhen has left the palace and his whereabouts are unknown.
And this coincides with the time when the Empress Dowager was placed under house arrest.
Therefore, Jiang Qingwan guessed that the person who attacked them was the Empress Dowager.
She asked lazily, "What did you find out?"
Mo Shaoze took out a few sheets of Xuan paper from his pocket and handed them over.
"This is what I copied down while browsing through the ancient books in the library. It matches the clues I've been investigating very well."
Jiang Qingwan flipped through the pages, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Black crows, Gu worms... Poison Sect?"
Mo Shaoze asked, "Have you ever heard of the Poison Sect?"
Jiang Qingwan thought to herself, she had heard of more than just that.
Among all cultivators, the legends surrounding the Poison Sect are far more fascinating than those surrounding the mysterious and unpredictable Zhuge Sect.
Some say that the Poison Sect was founded by women from Miao territory, specifically to punish unfaithful men, and its methods are ruthless, comparable to the deepest hell.
Some say that the Poison Sect has countless cultivation techniques. Its predecessor was a member of the Demonic Sect. All its practitioners do not simply cultivate martial arts, but also cultivate together with the Xuanmen Daoist methods, using poison to break through their cultivation potential and obtain supreme supernatural powers.
In her youth, Jiang Qingwan was wild and unruly.
She urged her third senior brother to take her to kick down the mountain gate, determined to test the depths of the Poison Sect.
Unexpectedly, the Poison Sect disciples were no match for her. She and her third senior brother cooperated to strike at the heart of the sect, almost causing its destruction.
Later, his master dragged him back to the mountains, where he reflected on his actions for three months.
After that, there was no further news about the Poison Sect.
It's likely that its reputation has faded, it couldn't continue operating, and it disbanded long ago.
However, the things that Mo Shaoze copied were completely different from the Poison Sect in her memory.
"Which unofficial history book did you copy? It's completely inaccurate."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shaoze took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained the black insect that had appeared that night.
“This is what I found among the fragments of your attacked carriage. It’s exactly the same as the picture I saw in that ancient book. It can’t be such a coincidence.”
"Furthermore, I also discovered that this poisonous insect appeared in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty nineteen years ago."
He took out another booklet, flipped through a few pages, and handed it to Jiang Qingwan.
"This was written by the palace compilers, recording all the big and small things that happened in the palace. Take a look at this page. Nineteen years ago, the Sui Dynasty sent an envoy to the Zhou Dynasty. Two illusion masters accompanied them to perform for the Zhou emperor in order to seek peaceful coexistence and shared prosperity between the two countries. According to the records, one of the performances used this black insect. There was no picture on it, so I checked the folk records from nineteen years ago."
As if he had a treasure chest in his arms, he pulled out another yellowed and tattered book.
"Sure enough, some common people wrote a record of strange tales, and this black worm appeared in it. It is exactly the same as the worm in the ancient book and in this bottle. Judging from the time, the time when this worm was drawn in the record of strange tales is the time when the Sui Dynasty went on a mission to the Zhou Dynasty. This is definitely not a coincidence."
Jiang Qingwan looked at the clues he pointed out.
His brow furrowed slightly.
"The Poison Sect, is it related to the Sui Dynasty?"
Mo Shaoze nodded.
"That's also my conclusion. Ninth Uncle was ordered to suppress bandits in Qingfeng Village. He destroyed their elaborate traps and weapons that they had worked on for many years. The assassination that night was probably their revenge."
Jiang Qingwan really didn't expect this person to be able to find out so much.
She asked casually, "You mean there are still remnants of the Sui Dynasty hiding around, and the Poison Sect is also a Sui stronghold?"
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com