Song Shiwei opened his eyes wide in surprise.
What? Treasures from the previous dynasty?!
"Do you remember the assassination attempt 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 was still a thorn in Song Shiwei's heart. After hearing what Xiao Yanli said, she finally understood: "Your Highness means that their target is the clue to the treasure on my body?"
"That's right," Xiao Yanli nodded. "The former dynasty's splendor is still admired by many today, not to mention its treasures."
Song Shiwei didn't know what to feel for a moment.
But if he had clues, shouldn't they try to please him in order to get the treasure? Why would they send someone to assassinate him?
Xiao Yanli didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her slightly frowned, 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're in my house now, I will protect you."
Song Shiwei chuckled and snuggled into his arms: "Thank you, Your Highness."
"Between you and me, there's no need to thank me."
The two of them were affectionate for a while before Xiao Yanli played with Song Shiwei's long hair and said casually, "She never mentioned this to you?"
This "she" refers to Jiang Zhaorong's mistress who supports Song Shiwei.
Song Shiwei shook his head: "I never mentioned it, and it wasn't written in the letter."
Xiao Yanli said "Oh", then continued: "Then do you think Jiang Zhaorong knows about this?"
"You probably don't know," Song Shiwei blurted out without thinking, then she paused: "Your Highness means..."
"Yes, this news was released by Jiang Zhaorong. He must know more."
Song Shiwei stared at him blankly. Xiao Yanli's eyes softened. After a long while, Song Shiwei finally found her voice: "Your Highness, what do you want me to do by saying this?"
…
Xiao Chuji was imprisoned in the Sky Prison, and he would be convicted after Shang Xianghe captured the elite soldiers on the mountain.
His men immediately scattered in all directions.
Jiang Kangan didn't need to take any action, most of them were gone.
The rest are just small fry and can't make any big waves.
When Wuming was forced to identify the dungeon in the Second Prince's mansion, only ruins were left.
Wuming felt a pain in his heart like a knife.
Most of his wealth is in that dungeon!
Of course, these things instantly seemed insignificant when compared to sentencing him to death.
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 every sentence, which made people sad and cry.
Unfortunately, Jiang Zhiyu was a cold-hearted person, and no matter how much he cried, she remained unmoved.
"What a pity," Wuming wiped the tears from his face. "You two are obviously a match made in heaven. You will definitely be married soon. If you can use this spice of mine to help you get married, it will definitely be..."
"Ahem," He Yanting, who was peeling grapes for Jiang Zhiyu, coughed lightly and handed the grapes over. "I think this man has a kind face. How about..."
Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him quietly and took the grapes from his hand.
Jiang Zhiyu likes to eat grapes, but doesn't like the sticky feeling when peeling them, so He Yanting took over this task.
"You want to plead for him?"
He Yanting denied it: "How can that be considered a plea? I'm simply curious about the spice that can create illusions."
Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes to look at him, and after looking at him until his heartbeat quickened, she gave a short laugh: "Since you're going to the border soon, it's approved."
After she finished speaking, she jumped off the chair and walked away.
Having saved his life, Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward: "Thanks, brother, what's your name?"
He Yanting chuckled: "He Yanting, you don't have to be polite. I had other intentions when I spoke just now."
Wuming had been staying in the dungeon, absorbed in studying spices, and didn't care much about the outside world. When he heard He Yanting's name, he didn't react at all, but just said, "I understand. You want those spices, right?"
He pulled out three bottles from his sleeve and stuffed them into He Yanting's hands: "Let me explain to you, this bottle is..."
Because Wuming spoke too bluntly, He Yanting just listened with a smile. After he finished speaking, He Yanting stuffed the things into his sleeve and said, "I misunderstood. I wanted you to come with me to Nan Gu."
"Go to the battlefield?!" Wuming's eyes widened. "No, no, no, I've had enough of the good life before I join in the fun. No, no, no."
"I think you misunderstood." He Yanting didn't get angry after hearing Wuming's repeated rejections. He said softly, "I'm just informing you, not asking for your opinion."
The smile on Wuming's face suddenly disappeared.
"I just saved your life, so I'm your benefactor now. Besides, your trip wasn't in vain. When you come back, I'll give you a house and you can make incense as you please. How about that?"
Wuming pursed his lips.
As the saying goes, one who doesn't manage the household doesn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. After he came out, he was really troubled by the money.
Everything in Shengjing is expensive. Even if you sell it, you can't afford to buy a small house, let alone a mansion.
There are also the exotic flowers and herbs he uses to make incense, each of which is priced sky-high.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little guilty for betraying the second prince.
Although this person is bad, I have nothing to say about this.
"Why, do you regret betraying him?"
Jiang Zhiyu, who had returned at some point, 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's lips curled up: "Don't feel guilty. Actually, you have avenged yourself."
Wuming's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"
"Before Xiao Chuji rescued you, weren't you adopted by someone? He only valued your talent, so he lied and said those people wanted to kill you, but in fact, those people sincerely wanted to take you in."
Wuming stood there in a daze.
"You are naturally active 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 you could make incense in peace, but he really 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 Ah Yue and the others, it turns out, were also 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 Nan Gu matter, but I still need to prepare perfume and other things in the next few days..."
"I'll prepare it," He Yanting took over. "You can stay at the General's Mansion for the next few days. Just tell me what you want. Of course, you can also go by yourself."
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