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The issue of going to sea was resolved, and Song Jin finally felt relieved.

If we can salvage some of the regrets from our past lives, we should do so.

She didn't want the tragedy that happened to the Song family to happen to other innocent people.

The autumn wind is lonely and brings sadness for no reason.

Song Jin forced himself not to recall his past life.

"Have you resolved the things that have been keeping you busy these days? Yu Nu has not seen you for several days and is very upset in the mansion."

Cui Huaiji paused and said, "I don't think I can rest. His Majesty has given me a task, so I'll leave the mansion to you to help take care of. Butler Zhao is clumsy and can't take good care of those spoiled little ones."

Song Jin nodded.

That's true, but why do these words sound so much like what a husband would say to his wife?

[Tsk, it turns out that this is still related to the Suliwang faction. This matter is a bit difficult to handle.]

Song Jin's wandering thoughts were stopped by him.

The King of Li?

Isn't that a rebel party?

On the way back home, the two of them had different thoughts and did not speak to each other all the way.

Butler Zhao looked at the two of them in surprise, mumbling something in his mouth.

Song Jin closed the door and whispered to Qing Wu to go to Zhaiyue Tower to ask Qin Wan about some things.

A moment later, Qing Wu came back with news.

"Madam, Shopkeeper Qin said that Yang Chaoxue has been very well behaved recently and has not been in contact with anyone."

Song Jin lowered his eyes in thought.

She was afraid that Yang Chaoxue was dealing with Chang Yue and had no time to care about the contact with the rebels. She had to resolve this hidden danger before Yang Chaoxue cooperated with the rebels.

"Qingwu, is everything okay with Dad?"

Qing Wu felt that her wife had become a little strange.

Seems nervous about something.

"Everything is fine with the master. He sent a message yesterday asking when you can go back to visit him."

"Really..."

Song Jin rubbed his eyebrows, his nerves were tense and felt extremely tired.

After chatting with Qingwu for a few sentences, he could no longer hold on and went back to bed and fell asleep.

*

A message suddenly came from Zhaiyue Tower, asking Song Jin to go there in person.

Normally, I contact Qingwu directly and rarely need her to come in person. Could it be that she has encountered some trouble?

Song Jin pushed open the door of the compartment, saw the two people inside, and frowned.

The third prince Xu Changyi looked at her with a smile.

When the person in question came, Qin Wan stood up, and gently placed her newly painted fingertips on her shoulders, her red lips breathing sweet as orchids: "The young lady is here, I'll leave it to you~"

Song Jin's suspicious gaze moved between the two of them.

Xu Changyi smiled and said, "Master Junning, please sit down."

Qin Wan smiled and closed the door, pulling Qing Wu out with her.

Song Jin still finds it puzzling.

Xu Changyi did not keep the secret and tapped the table silently with his fingers, as if it was some kind of code word.

"I heard that the county lord met the prince?"

"Your Highness is really well-informed."

Song Jin knew clearly in her heart that Xu Changyi had seen her meeting with the prince and had turned around and given up the cooperation with Zhaiyue Tower, and was trying to test her.

Having a prince is trouble enough.

"What does the Third Prince want to say?"

Xu Changyi, however, just lowered his head. The teacup in his hand was rippling with ripples. He could see his own tired eyes in the tea.

"I've changed my mind about the cooperation we originally discussed." Xu Changyi raised his eyes and looked at her, firm in his thoughts, "I want to make a deal with the county lord."

Song Jin waited calmly for his next words.

She saw a hint of tenderness in Xu Changyi's eyes, just like a cold and arrogant lone wolf, lowering his noble head.

The tenderness in Xu Changyi's eyes was almost profligate: "I will make a deal with the county lord. I will tell him the whereabouts of Su Liwang's party, and the county lord will give me what I want."

Song Jin remained silent, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

The third prince, the least competitive among the princes, is not as aloof from worldly affairs as the rumors say.

"What does the Third Prince want?"

"Hun Xihua."

Song Jin had never heard of this flower name.

However, since Xu Changyi dared to bring it up, I think Zhaiyue Tower can really produce something.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's see if what the Third Prince said is worth this Soul Evening Flower."

Xu Changyi was confident and nodded heavily: "It's worth it."

He exhaled, his palms shaking.

"Suizhou." Xu Changyi spat out this place directly. "In a city south of Sheng'an, there are remnants of the Suli King's party. When Qu Linghou led his troops to suppress the rebels, some of the survivors fled here and have not been seen since. I guess they must have hidden their identities and hid."

Suizhou is not a large city and is the least noticeable one in Yu Dynasty. It is located in the central area of ​​the south but is far less developed than the surrounding cities.

If Su Liwang's faction is really here, what is their purpose?

Xu Changyi has been investigating for so many years, but still can't figure it out.

He has been hiding the news about the rebels. He is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that can use this news as a condition.

Although he is not as capable as the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince, when it comes to reconnaissance, the group of scouts he secretly trained are enough to rival the reconnaissance of any other party.

This is his trump card.

Song Jin glanced at his still trembling hands, and a doubt flashed through his mind.

"Your Highness should be aware of the importance of this news."

"I know." Xu Changyi smiled faintly, "I have been hiding until now just for this moment. Compared with my wife's life, it is nothing."

"wife?!"

Song Jin was shocked. She had been in Sheng'an for so long, but she had never heard anyone mention that the third prince had a wife.

If you think about it carefully, the prince's marriage is no small matter, so why is there no news about it in the market?

In contrast, Xu Changyi was not surprised by her reaction.

Explain with a smile.

"It's not surprising that the county magistrate doesn't know. My wife has been bedridden for many years and rarely appears in public. Not many people remember her anymore."

Hun Xihua is the last resort to save the Third Prince's wife.

Song Jin nodded thoughtfully, and came up with an idea in his mind: "I still need to discuss this with Manager Qin. She is the owner of Zhaiyue Tower, and I can't make the decision on this matter alone."

Xu Chang understood, "Then I will wait for the news from the county lord."

*

The Soul Evening Flower is the most valuable of all herbs and is worth a fortune.

It can pull a dying person back from hell, but a person can only take it once in his lifetime. If a woman takes it, she will never get pregnant for the rest of her life.

What Xu Changyi wanted was not difficult for Zhaiyue Tower.

After listening to this, Qin Wan thought for a moment and said, "I remember there is one. If you want it, you can take it."

Song Jin was amazed at her generosity; after all, this herb was priceless.

Qin Wan waved her hands, not caring much: "Although it is hard to find, it is nothing special for the Zhaiyue Tower. You can take it, young lady."

So Song Jin stopped worrying and asked Qing Wu to take the Hun Xi flower to send to the third prince.

After settling the issues here, Song Jin began to think about how to deal with the issues in Suizhou.

Suizhou is not close to Sheng'an, and it would take more than half a month to travel day and night. She needs a legitimate reason to go to Suizhou, and she also needs to deal with her father...

The carriage slowly stopped.

The Marquis’ Mansion has arrived.

Watching the servants carrying heavy boxes in and out, Qing Wu stopped a servant and asked about the situation.

"Lord, are you going to leave Sheng'an?"

Song Jin frowned and asked her, "Do you know what the Marquis is going to do?"

Qing Wu shook his head: "I asked Butler Zhao, but he hesitated and didn't tell me. The servants in the mansion also don't know the situation."

At this moment, the soft sound of a cat's cry suddenly rang out.

Yu Nu walked in leisurely, swinging her tail.

Cui Huaiji followed behind him.

[Why did Lord Hou suddenly want to leave Sheng An? 】

"Why is Miss Song frowning?"

Qing Wu bent down, picked up Yu Nu, and quietly left.

Song Jin: "Where are you going this time, Lord Hou?"

Cui Huaiji lifted his skirt and sat down, "Hey, this is the emperor's secret order, just pretend you know nothing, it's good for you."

Song Jin was unhappy and pursed her lips, ready to eavesdrop on his thoughts.

The puffy cheeks look like they are easy to pinch.

Cui Huaiji suppressed his laughter and stretched out his hand to pinch him, "Why, are you reluctant to let me go?"

Song Jin rubbed his face and deliberately contradicted him: "You are joking, Lord. If Lord wants to leave, I can't stop him. I am just kept in the dark and don't know where Lord is going."

Cui Huaiji just smiled and said nothing.

[Little beetle slave, this matter is very tricky, I cannot involve you. Suizhou is a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, I don’t have another little beetle slave to tease.]

Song Jin's mind moved slightly, and he came up with an idea in a few breaths.

"I won't ask where you are going. You should be careful when you go out. I heard that bandits are rampant these days. Don't get caught."

Cui Huaiji's eyes flashed with disdain, "They are just bandits, nothing to be afraid of."

Song Jin responded repeatedly, seeming a little absent-minded.

Cui Huaiji glanced at him indifferently, and he still looked nonchalant.

After seeing Cui Huaiji off, Song Jin immediately asked Qingwu to pack his bags.

Qing Wu was confused: "Where are you going, madam?"

Song Jin just said, "Go and clean up first, I'll explain it to you later."

Since the target is Suizhou, it’s no wonder that she doesn’t stay in Sheng’an.

Anticipating Cui Huaiji's surprised look when he saw him, Song Jin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

*

Half a month later.

Suizhou is shrouded in dark clouds.

It's likely to rain heavily tonight.

There were not many guests in the inn, including tourists visiting the area and travelers passing by.

A carriage stopped at the door.

Suizhou in the south is different from the north. It is hot this season. Today, the clouds are low and the air is even more irritating.

A strong man had half of his chest naked, his left hand was casually tied with clothes, and his muscles were strong and powerful.

The ears moved slightly.

His eyes were fixed silently on the people at the door.

The group of people who came were dressed in ordinary clothes and did not look like children of noble families. They were actually followed by a group of followers. Could they be hiding their identities?

Shi An looked at the people in the inn and saw that they were all ordinary people, so he asked the innkeeper for a few rooms.

"Boom——"

The sudden explosion of thunder startled everyone.

Then, raindrops as big as beans began to fall heavily, and a hurricane followed. The walker's staff was blown down, and the books on the table were flipping wildly.

Cui Huaiji walked a little slowly and just barely brushed past the rainstorm, with most of his clothes getting soaked.

Shi An came back after booking a room and said, "Master, they are all on the second floor."

The traveler straightened his staff silently.

Cui Huaiji withdrew his inquiring eyes and said, "Well, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes first..."

Suddenly, a familiar fragrance hit my face.

Light footsteps could be heard on the stairs leading to the second floor. They were especially clear in the quiet inn where only the sound of heavy rain could be heard.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

The corner of the green shirt came into view.

The young lady's delicate face was full of eyebrows and eyes, and she was smiling. Her slender waist swayed gently, like a lotus floating in the water.

Song Jin walked over holding the hem of her skirt, with a mischievous smile in her eyes, and called him in a soft voice.

"How is Mr. Cui?"