Ling Ruiying stared at the man in black in front of him, looking him up and down with his sharp eyes.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Old acquaintance, right?"
Mu Jingrui didn't say anything. Even if Ling Ruiying saw through his identity, he couldn't admit it.
"All of you step back, I'll do it myself." Ling Ruiying stepped forward and waved his hand to dismiss all the guards.
He knew that those people would only die if they rushed forward.
Mu Jingrui clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed it out when Ling Ruiying's palm attacked his face.
He didn't want to fight, so this sword was just an illusory move.
Ling Ruiying didn't expect that Mu Jingrui would give up so easily. He felt a little angry and embarrassed when he saw Mu Jingrui jump onto the roof.
He snatched the spears from the two men beside him, threw them towards Mu Jingrui's back, and then jumped up and slapped Mu Jingrui with his palm.
Mu Jingrui sensed danger coming from three directions. He dodged two spears by flipping in the air, and only dodged half of Ling Ruiying's palm when he turned sideways.
He endured the severe pain, climbed over the wall and disappeared into the night.
Ling Ruiying knew that he could not catch up, so he chose to give up.
He hesitated for a moment, then jumped down and landed on the ground.
Ling Yuwen was almost sober at this time. He walked up to his father and said angrily, "Dad, why didn't you chase him? That guy dared to break into the Ling Mansion at night. He simply didn't take us seriously..."
"What are you talking about?" Ling Ruiying interrupted his son with a scolding, and questioned, "This person... would never come here for no reason. Let me ask you, have you gotten into trouble again?"
Ling Yuwen lowered his head, turned sideways and remained silent.
Ling Ruiying saw the scratches on his son's body at a glance. His face darkened and he grabbed Ling Yuwen, furious.
"Tell me, have you been out again?"
"Dad, I...I just..."
With a "pa" sound, Ling Ruiying slapped Ling Yuwen on the face and trembled with anger.
"Do you know that we finally found Xiao Yujue as a scapegoat to calm down this matter? If you go out and cause trouble again, isn't it the same as telling others that Xiao Yujue is not the murderer?"
Ling Yuwen covered his swollen face with his hands, his eyes filled with anger, but he still didn't dare to fight back.
"Dad, I really can't help it. But don't worry, no one will find out. That woman has no relatives or background..."
Ling Ruiying closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing his resentment.
He looked back at Ling Yuwen and scolded, "Go back to your room."
Ling Yuwen didn't dare to resist, and slowly walked towards the room with the help of the guards.
Ling Ruiying narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was almost certain that the person just now was Mu Jingrui.
Mu Jingrui broke into Ling's house at night and tore Ling Yuwen's clothes. His purpose was obvious. But his son was too stupid to think that no one knew.
"This person...cannot be kept." Ling Ruiying said to himself.
Mu Jingrui left Ling's house and made sure there were no pursuers behind him. He ran all the way, the wounds were getting more and more painful, and he was sweating coldly.
He walked to the eaves of a house, took off his clothes, and looked under the dim moonlight. A large area of his skin seemed to be burned, with blisters forming one after another.
What kind of Kung Fu is this Ling Ruiying?
Mu Jingrui rested on the spot, remembering that he could not go see a doctor, otherwise it would be like giving Ling Ruiying a handle.
He hesitated slightly and headed towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.
It was late at night and he didn't want to disturb others, so he quietly came to Shangguan Wanning's room.
He made a little noise on purpose.
"who?"
Shangguan Wanning woke up from her sleep and was startled to see a tall figure standing in front of the bed curtain.
"Ning'er, don't be afraid, it's me."
"Jing Rui?"
Shangguan Wanning hurriedly opened the bed curtain and lit the candle. "Jingrui, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?"
Mu Jingrui sat down at the table and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm a little injured, I need your help..."
Shangguan Wanning hurried forward, and when she saw Mu Jingrui's wound, her heart twitched violently.
She calmed herself down, took out silver needles and medicine from the dressing table, and treated Mu Jingrui's wound.
The flames jumped and flickered, and Shangguan Wanning's fingers lightly brushed across Mu Jingrui's skin, causing Mu Jingrui to involuntarily tense up his whole body.
"Can you please relax a little? The silver needle can't penetrate." Shangguan Wanning rubbed Mu Jingrui, which made his whole body hotter.
"What exactly happened?" Shangguan Wanning's tone was filled with blame and heartache.
Mu Jingrui also needed something to divert his attention, so he told the whole story.
"So, the real murderer of the murder case in the capital should be Ling Yuwen?"
Shangguan Wan Ning was a little bit unbelievable. Looking at Ling Yuwen's gentle appearance, he didn't look like such a cruel person at all.
"In fact, no matter which of the Ling family's father and son it is, the result will be the same."
After applying Shangguan Wanning's medicine on the wound, Mu Jingrui felt much more comfortable.
"Unfortunately, these are just our speculations. There is no way to use them as evidence to bring justice to the deceased."
Shangguan Wan Ning was very angry. Seeing her expression, Mu Jingrui took her hand and let her sit on his lap.
"Don't worry, I won't let them die in vain. But..." Mu Jingrui was a little worried.
Now that Xiao Yujue’s support is gone, many things are not so convenient to do.
"Jingrui, is there anything I can help you with?" Shangguan Wanning put her hands on Mu Jingrui's shoulders.
Her eyes were as clear as water, causing ripples in Mu Jingrui's heart.
“Ning’er…”
Mu Jingrui pressed his hand on Shangguan Wanning's waist. The temperature of his palm was as hot as fire, instantly igniting Shangguan Wanning's memories.
Shangguan Wanning's heartbeat quickened as she could still vividly remember the time they had spent together in Yihonglou. She held down Mu Jingrui's hand and coquettishly scolded him, "Don't move. If you're rude to me, I won't help you heal your wounds. I... um..."
Mu Jingrui kissed her lips before she could finish.
Shangguan Wanning struggled for a few times, then melted in Mu Jingrui's arms.
"Boom boom boom."
Just when the two were forgetting themselves, a knock on the door brought them back to their senses.
"Ning'er, you haven't slept yet."
"It's my father." Shangguan Wanning felt inexplicably guilty and got up from Mu Jingrui's body, her face flushed with anxiety. "Hide quickly."
"Where are you hiding?" Mu Jingrui didn't like this sneaky behavior, but he couldn't ignore Shangguan Wanning's feelings.
Shangguan Wanning looked around and pointed at her bed. "Go in quickly."
Mu Jingrui jumped up helplessly. Shangguan Wanning lowered the bed curtain, tidied her hair, and opened the door.
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