Chapter 428: The Kind Generation

Song Shiwei widened her eyes in surprise.

What? The treasure of the previous dynasty? !

"Do you remember the assassination at the concubine ceremony? In fact, before that, on the night you came to the mansion, three waves of assassins came in succession."

The concubine ceremony is still a thorn in Song Shiwei's heart. After hearing what Xiao Yanli said, she also reacted: "Your Highness means that their goal is the clue of the treasure on me?"

"That's right," Xiao Yanli nodded: "The former dynasty's splendor is still admired by many people today, not to mention the treasure of the previous dynasty."

Song Shiwei didn't know what she felt for a moment.

But if she had clues, shouldn't they please her in order to get the treasure? Why would they send people to assassinate her?

Xiao Yanli didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing that she frowned slightly with a hint of sadness between her brows, he thought she was afraid, so he put his arm around her and said, "Don't worry, you are in my house now, I will protect you."

Song Shiwei smiled lightly and snuggled in his arms, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Between you and me, there is no need to thank each other."

The two of them were affectionate for a while, and then Xiao Yanli played with Song Shiwei's long hair and said casually, "She never mentioned these to you?"

This "she" was referring to Jiang Zhaorong's concubine who raised Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei shook his head: "Never mentioned it, and it's not written in the letter."

Xiao Yanli said "Oh", and then said: "Then do you think Jiang Zhaorong knows about this?"

"She shouldn't know," Song Shiwei blurted out without thinking, and then she paused: "Your Highness means..."

"Yes, this news was released by Jiang Zhaorong, he must know more."

Song Shiwei looked at him blankly, Xiao Yanli's eyes were soft, and after a long time, Song Shiwei found his voice: "Your Highness said this, what do you want me to do?"

...

Xiao Chuji was imprisoned in the sky prison, and he only needed to wait for Shang Xianghe to capture the elite soldiers on the mountain before he could be convicted.

His men immediately scattered.

Jiang Kangan didn't need to do anything again, most of them were gone.

The rest were just small soldiers who couldn't make any big waves.

When Wuming was forced to identify the dungeon in the Second Prince's mansion, only a ruin was left.

Wuming felt heartbroken.

Most of his wealth was in that dungeon!

Of course, these things suddenly seemed insignificant when compared to the death penalty he was sentenced to.

He knelt in front of Jiang Zhiyu and narrated his tragic experience with tears streaming down his face. On average, he choked three times in each sentence, which made people sad and cry.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zhiyu was cold and heartless. No matter how he cried, he was unmoved.

"What a pity," Wuming wiped the tears from his face, "You two are a match made in heaven, and you will be married soon. If I can help you with this spice, it will be..."

"Ahem," He Yanting, who was peeling grapes for Jiang Zhiyu, coughed lightly and passed the grapes to her, "I think this man has a kind face, so why don't we..."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him dimly and took the grapes from his hand.

Jiang Zhiyu liked to eat grapes, but she didn't like the sticky feeling when peeling grapes, so He Yanting took over this matter.

"You want to plead for him?"

He Yanting denied: "How can that be considered pleading? I'm just purely curious about the spices that can create illusions."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes and looked at him until his heartbeat quickened. Then she gave a short laugh: "Since you're going to the border soon, I'll grant you that."

After she said that, she jumped off the chair and walked away.

Having saved his life, Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forward: "Thank you, brother, what's your name?"

He Yanting chuckled: "He Yanting, you're welcome, I just said that He had other intentions."

Wuming had been staying in the dungeon, absorbed in studying spices, and didn't care much about the outside world. He didn't react when he heard He Yanting's name, but just said: "I understand, you want those spices, right."

He took out three bottles from his sleeve and stuffed them into He Yanting's hand: "Let me explain to you, this bottle is..."

Because Wuming spoke too bluntly, He Yanting just smiled and listened. After he finished speaking, He Yanting stuffed the things into his sleeves and said: "I misunderstood, I want you to follow me to Nanlong."

"Go to the battlefield?!" Wuming's eyes widened: "No, no, I won't go until I have had enough of the good life. No, no, no."

"I think you misunderstood," He Yanting said softly after hearing Wuming's repeated rejections, "I am just informing you, not asking for your opinion."

The smile on Wuming's face disappeared immediately.

"I just saved your life, and now I am your benefactor. Besides, you are not going in vain. After you come back, I will give you a house, and you can make incense as you like."

Wuming pursed his lips.

As the saying goes, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are until you are in charge of the house. After he came out, he was stumped by money.

Everything in Shengjing is expensive. Even if he sold it, he couldn't afford a small house, let alone a house.

And the exotic flowers and herbs he used to make incense, each of which was extremely expensive.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little guilty about betraying the second prince.

This man was a bad man, and he had no problem with that.

"Why, do you regret betraying him?"

Jiang Zhiyu, who had returned from nowhere, sneered when he saw Wuming's expression.

"Indeed," Wuming said frankly, "He is a prince after all. I thought that even if the assassination was exposed, he would only be punished. Who would have thought that you had a backup plan."

Jiang Zhiyu curled his lips, "Don't feel guilty. In fact, you have avenged yourself."

Wuming widened his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Before Xiao Chuji rescued you, weren't you adopted by someone? As long as he valued your talent, he would lie that those people wanted to kill you, but in fact, those people really wanted to take you in."

Wuming stood there in a daze.

"You are active by nature and your appearance is too conspicuous. He only wants the incense you make and doesn't want to cause any trouble. That's why he built the dungeon. He said it was so that you could make incense with peace of mind, but he just wanted to control you."

So that's it, so that's it.

No wonder he always refused every time I said I wanted to choose the flowers and plants myself. It turned out that he was just afraid that I would cause trouble.

And A Yue and the others, it turns out, were all killed by him...

Wuming took a few deep breaths, suppressed his turbulent emotions, and bowed to Jiang Zhiyu: "Thank you for letting me know. I will accompany you on the Nanlong matter, but I still need to make perfume and other things these days..."

"I'll prepare it," He Yanting took over the conversation: "You will live in the general's mansion these days. Just tell me what you want. Of course, you can also go by yourself."