Chapter 217 Threat
Shen Anan frowned, and suddenly remembered the day when Shen Yunbai drew his bow and shot an arrow at Hua Sheng.
My uncle said that he had a chance to kill him too, but for some reason he took the arrow feather. Could it be related to Hua Sheng?
"Have people continue to search and make sure to find any trace of Shen Yunbai."
"yes."
After Qingfeng left, Shen Anan simply had a bowl of porridge and went to the study again.
She stared at the painting carefully, and began to recall the places where the ink had fallen off last night. She circled them one by one with a brush, and finally found that the places that had been modified were all facial features.
"The fragrance of ink, spreading paper and grinding ink."
She couldn't see the traces of later additions, but she could try to redraw the facial features over and over again, using the most clumsy method to restore them.
In the morning, she had a thick stack of drawings. The men on them all looked different, but they were similar. Shen Anan was still drawing.
"Princess." Mo Xiang suddenly spoke in a low voice, pointing at the painting she was drawing, "I feel that the person in your painting looks a lot like Shen Yunbai."
Shen Anan was so focused on the painting that she hadn't had time to look at it yet, but when she heard the words, she put down her pen and looked at it carefully.
After a while, he said, "It's not the facial features that are similar, but the spirit."
Mo Xiang couldn't say anything, but nodded immediately after hearing this, "Yes, that's what I mean."
Shen Anan's almond-shaped eyes slowly narrowed, and she picked up another piece of paper, drew Shen Yunbai's facial features, and then modified the facial features according to the drawing.
Once, twice, from the obvious traces at the beginning to completely blending in later, there is no trace of subsequent modifications.
And Shen Yunbai's face completely turned into the man in the painting.
Mo Xiang's eyes widened in surprise, "Princess, you changed Shen Yunbai's facial features to look exactly like the man in the painting."
“So, this person is Shen Yunbai.” Shen Anan put down the brush and frowned.
But when did the Emperor and Shen Yunbai get in touch? Or have they always been familiar with each other? Shen Yunbai is the emperor's man, just like Cao Pei.
But according to common sense, Lord Shen died at the hands of the emperor, and Shen Yunbai should hate the emperor for taking his wife away. So why did he serve him?
A lot of questions slowly unfolded in Shen Anan's mind.
She suddenly stood up and called Qingfeng in.
"Princess Princess."
"Has your master sent any message back?"
Qingfeng frowned, "Yesterday he said there was some progress, but today he hasn't sent any news back."
It's only morning now, so even if we want to send a message we have to wait until night.
Shen Anan pursed her red lips tightly, "Send someone to Langyue Lake as fast as possible and tell him that Qi Jinping's disappearance should be related to the emperor."
She didn't know whether the emperor had promoted the war at the border, but Qi Jinping's disappearance was most likely caused by the emperor.
Because Xiao Yuan was around, it was difficult for him to control himself. Only when Xiao Yuan left could he threaten himself unscrupulously and exchange his eldest brother for Chen Tian.
"But...how did the emperor know that General Qi returned to Beijing?" Qingfeng asked puzzled.
"Because... Shin Yunbaek knows."
If the two of them were in the same group, the emperor should have known it at the first moment.
If Shen Anan guessed correctly, the emperor and Shen Yunbai would have other actions during the days when Xiao Yuan was away.
"Yes, I'll send someone right away." Qingfeng looked serious and turned to leave, but a servant knocked on the door first.
"Princess, there's a letter from the master."
Qingfeng and Shen Anan looked at each other.
Qingfeng immediately walked over to open the door, and after a while, he came back with a letter and handed it to Shen Anan.
She immediately took it and opened it. The handwriting on it jumped into her eyes, and Shen Anan's face slowly darkened.
Qingfeng's heart tightened, "Princess, what happened?"
Shen Anan handed him the letter and said, "The letter said that the mastermind behind Qi Jinping's disappearance has been found out, and it's... Shen Yunbai."
"How is this possible?" Qingfeng widened his eyes and stared at the letter again and again. The name on it was undoubtedly Shen Yunbai.
"Could it be that the Shin Yunbai we found is a fake?"
Shen Anan said nothing, but lowered her eyes to stare at the painting on the desk.
At the same time, Shen Yunbai appeared in the capital and Langyue Lake at the same time.
Which one is fake?
What Qing'an said in the letter was so certain that if Shen An'an hadn't had this painting in front of her, she would have thought that hers was fake.
Could it be that there are two Shin Yunbai?
"Write a letter to tell Xiao Yuan about our situation and ask him to be careful. I'm afraid this matter won't be that simple."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Qingfeng hurried away with the letter.
Shen Anan sat back in the chair, frowning fiercely.
Things became more and more confusing, making her head feel dizzy.
Unless Shen Yunbai can split himself, he will never be able to do this.
There is another possibility, that is, someone is helping him, and there are Shen Yunbai's followers in Beijing.
Shen Anan initially thought it was the emperor, but if it was the emperor, he could just arrest Qi Jinping directly, and there was no need to disguise himself as Shen Yunbai.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered something.
"Moxiang, prepare the carriage, let's go to Xiangjue Temple."
"Going to Xiangjue Temple now?" Mo Xiang was very surprised. "Princess, it's not safe at this time. It's better for you to stay in the mansion."
"Don't waste time, go quickly." Shen Anan urged. For some things, perhaps the answers could be found from Master Wen Yin.
Mo Xiang had no choice but to obey the order. A quarter of an hour later, a carriage quickly left the capital and headed towards Xiangjue Temple.
Qingfeng brought his secret guards to protect him on one side, and the journey was relatively smooth.
By the time we reached the foot of Xiangjue Temple, it was almost noon.
After getting off the carriage, she walked up the mountain. It was already spring, and the trees, flowers and plants had sprouted green buds, hanging everywhere, full of vitality, but she was not in the mood to appreciate them at the moment.
As she climbed up the mountain, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Mo Xiang supported her.
Shen Anan did not go to the main hall, but went directly to the backyard, where Master Wen Yin lived.
"Is there anything I can do for you two donors?"
A little monk holding a broom suddenly appeared in front of them.
"I have something important to tell Master Wenyin."
"Unfortunately, the master went out traveling a few days ago and was not in the temple." He chanted a Buddhist name and said in a low voice.
Not here?
Shen Anan’s heart sank.
"How about you two donors come back another day?"
"When will he come back?" Shen Anan asked.
"This... I can't say for sure. Maybe it will take ten days or half a month, or a year or half a year, or three to five years is also possible."
Shen Anan stared at his drooping brows, and her eyes suddenly narrowed.
"That's really unfortunate."
The little monk heard something meaningful, looked up at Shen Anan, then lowered his head again without saying anything.
Shen Anan smiled faintly, "If I come in a few days, I won't be back for ten days or half a month. If I come in a year, Master Wen Yin might not be back for three to five years. Don't you think so?"
The little monk's eyelids twitched, and when he looked up again, he looked confused, "I don't understand what you mean, donor."
Shen Anan did not respond, but asked, “Are you waiting here just to tell me that Master Wen Yin is not in the temple?”
"…I was here to clean up, and when I saw you hurried to the backyard, I asked."
He spoke slowly and steadily.
Shen Anan chuckled, "Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I have heard of a saying that monks don't tell lies. Have you heard of this, little donor?"
His expression froze visibly, and his lips pursed slightly.
"I am the consort of the Fourth Prince. My husband has a bad temper, but I am not much better. I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to live in peace in Xiangjue Temple today if I cannot see Master Wenyin."
Shen Anan's face was cold and he threatened.
Both Lord Chen and Xiangjue Temple looked down on her because she was a woman.
If Xiao Yuan came in person, how could they dare to do so.
She didn't know what Xiao Yuan had done to threaten Master Wen Yin to stop him from talking nonsense in Fengtian Hall, but she was his wife, and even if she had to make a scene today, she had to see Wen Yin.
How could she not pull up such a good banner? She would let these people know that she, Shen Anan, was not easy to fool.
"Donor..." The little monk's face turned slightly pale.
"Qingfeng, tie him up."
Without saying a word, Qingfeng immediately grabbed the little monk's arms and followed Shen Anan to the backyard.
"Fourth Prince Consort, this is a peaceful Buddhist place, how can you do this?"
"The Buddhist sect is also in Daliang. As long as it is in Daliang, there is nothing I cannot do as the prince's first wife. After all, even in Daliang, everyone has the surname Xiao."
The little monk choked.
It was the first time that he had heard such bold and outrageous remarks, and it came not from a prince, but from the prince's wife.
Shen Anan can be said to be extremely arrogant.
The bamboo forest in Master Wen Yin's courtyard has sprouted green buds again. The bamboo forest that was withered by the winter frost will soon become lush and green again.
The courtyard was unusually quiet, without even the sound of birds singing.
Shen Anan stood in the yard and called him a few times, but no one responded.
"Princess, is it true that Master Wen Yin is not in the temple?" Mo Xiang said softly.
For some reason, she always felt that the silence was a little eerie and creepy.
"You guys wait outside." After saying that, Shen Anan walked up the stairs, pushed open Master Wen Yin's door and walked straight in.
This was not her first time here, so she had some impression of the furnishings in the room.
Her eyes first fixed on the incense table, and there was a dark light hidden in her narrowed eyes.
"Master Wen Yin, are you really not here?"
Still no one responded, so she stopped talking and strode towards the incense table, reaching behind the Buddha statue enshrined on the table.
At the same time, her wrist was suddenly touched by something, stopping her movement.
A figure appeared beside her and chanted, "Amitabha."
Shen Anan raised his eyebrows, "So Master Wenyin is in the room? Didn't the little monk in the courtyard say that you went out to travel?"
Through the window lattice, Master Wen Yin glanced at the little monk who was controlled by Qingfeng outside and smiled bitterly.
"Donor, please accept it, Mr. Mo Yinyang. There is tea inside. Please come in and have a seat."
Shen Anan didn't say anything, glanced at the incense table, turned around and sat down at the table.
"No need for tea. Master should know why I am here today."
Master Wen Yin, "When we came out of Fengtian Palace that day, Lao Na told the Fourth Prince that today's incident was over and we had nothing to do with him anymore."
"That's between you and him, and has nothing to do with me." Shen Anan said calmly.
"But you are husband and wife, husband and wife are one body..."
"Master Wenyin, now that things have come to this, let's not waste time on useless things. It's not easy for me to go out now, and there is no way I will return empty-handed."
Master Wen Yin looked gloomy and seemed to sigh softly.
"If Lao Na says he knows nothing, what should the donor do?"
Shen Anan leaned forward slightly, “I don’t know how my husband persuaded the master to agree, but I have my own way.”
She looked out the window slowly, with a sharp gleam in her eyes.
Wen Yin's face darkened again.
The only person outside who could be used to threaten him was the little monk.
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