A man in his early twenties looked at Wei Ting strangely: "What's the matter?"

Wei Ting looked him up and down.

His height was wrong, his body shape was wrong, and there were no calluses on the base of his right hand from sword practice.

He was not the same person as last night.

"My parrot flew into your yard. Could you let me go in and look for it?" Wei Ting said politely.

"Parrot?"

The man looked back at the yard and didn't seem to see any trace of the bird, but seeing that Wei Ting looked dignified and didn't look like a bad guy, he let Wei Ting in.

"You go find it."

Wei Tingmai stepped inside.

The Five Tigers flew over very cooperatively, flashed past Wei Ting, and went into the main room.

The man was surprised: "Is that blue bird your parrot?"

Wei Ting said: "Yes, it is naughty and always runs around."

The man suggested: "You need to put it in a birdcage."

Wei Ting said: "Yes, this time when I go back I must find a birdcage to lock it up."

The man looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "You've never turned it off before?"

Wei Ting stepped into the main room and said, "It's usually quite obedient, but today it behaved like that for some reason, maybe it smelled something delicious. Do you live alone in your house?"

The man didn't notice that Wei Ting was trying to trick him: "We are a family of four. My parents and my sister went out to buy things."

Wei Ting came to the backyard and judging from the clothes hanging on the clothesline, it was consistent with what the man said.

Soon, the five tigers flew down and picked up a white handkerchief from the corner of the wall.

The man exclaimed, "Whose handkerchief is this? How did it end up in my yard?"

Wei Ting picked up the handkerchief, which still had a very faint, barely perceptible fragrance.

It seems that the man last night had noticed something. He wiped the sword and the remaining spices on his body with a handkerchief and threw them into the yard of this family's house.

What a cunning guy! -In a pavilion east of the capital, Wei Qing sat quietly in a wheelchair, with the assassin standing beside him with a serious expression.

He turned his back to the direction of the stairs and looked out at the endless mountains.

A man in white climbed the stairs and came to the pavilion.

"You looking for me?"

He said.

The killer gave him a wary look.

Wei Qing did not turn his wheelchair, still looking in the direction of the mountains, and asked with a hint of coldness: "Why did you assassinate my father?"

The man in white was questioned, but he did not show any guilt: "He is no longer your father, but just a murderous puppet in the hands of the Saint."

Wei Qing turned the wheelchair around and said word by word: "He is not a puppet!"

The man in white met his sharp gaze without dodging or retreating: "Really? It's been a while since you rescued him. Does he still recognize you? Does he still remember who he is? Is he not suffering from the torment of being possessed? He often attacks you, right? The murderous instinct is engraved into his bones, and there is no cure! Even if he still has a trace of rationality, he will become more and more out of control and eventually become a complete murderer."

Wei Qing gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly: "He will get better... When he is awake, he remembers Xiyue... When he is sleepwalking, he remembers Xiaoqi... This is something engraved in his bones."

The man in white said calmly: "Believe it or not, he will kill everyone one day."

Wei Qing looked at him coldly: "I will not make a conclusion about something that has not happened. I only know that he is my father and I will not allow anyone to hurt him."

"It never happened... Heh."

The man in white sneered and turned away.

Wei Qing looked at his back and said coldly: "If it happens again, you and I will be mortal enemies!"

The man in white paused and walked away without hesitation.

"Sir." The assassin looked at Wei Qing, "Do you want to summon the Black Armor Guards?"

Summoning the Black Armor Guards means starting a massacre.

Wei Qing looked at the figure gradually disappearing at the foot of the mountain and made a difficult decision: "Call!"

…

Su Xiaoxiao and Mei Ji took Cheng Sang out of the Cheng family's door.

Cheng Sang has never left the house since he went crazy.

Although the Cheng family is large, it will become a prison if it is closed for another 30 years.

Cheng Sang sat in the carriage, opened the windows on both sides, and looked this way and that way.

It's like a bird that finally flies out of its cage.

"Weiwei, look!"

"Look, little bird!"

Meiji rolled her eyes: "What little bird spirit? You might as well call me a fox spirit."

The streets were bustling with activity, and there were many new things that Cheng Sang had never seen before.

At first she just leaned on the car window to look, but soon half of her body was leaning out.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao simply asked the coachman to stop the carriage.

She and Mei Ji took Cheng Sang downstairs for a walk.

Cheng Sang looked at the crowded streets, the rows of shops, and the dazzling stalls, and let out the longest exclamation in history: "Wow!"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled: "Mom, is there anything you want to eat, buy, or play with?"

Cheng Sang rubbed his hands together: "I want to eat them all! I want to buy them all! I want to play with them all!"

Su Xiaoxiao: “…”

It was almost time for lunch. Cheng Sang didn't eat much for breakfast. Beating up the Saint had consumed a lot of his energy, so his stomach was growling with hunger.

"What does Mom want to eat first?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"I want to eat that." Cheng Sang pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the alley.

There they sell sponge cakes with red bean, lotus seed paste and candied date fillings. Next to them they sell rice dumplings with all kinds of flavors.

In Da Zhou, people only eat zongzi around the Dragon Boat Festival. You won’t see stalls selling zongzi on weekdays.

"I want to eat zongzi, too." Mei Ji said.

The three of them went over and sat down.

Su Xiaoxiao ordered a plate of each of the three flavors of sponge cake and two rice dumplings. Cheng Sang likes sweet rice dumplings, while Mei Ji likes meat rice dumplings.

The trifle tasted great.

It is soft and dense, with very delicate fillings of red bean paste and lotus seed paste, hot and sweet but not cloying.

Cheng Sang wasn’t full, so she went to choose the flavors herself.

She pointed at them one by one: "I want this, this, this, this, this!"

Seeing that she was as happy as a child, Mei Ji couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know how many days like this will last."

Su Xiaoxiao understood what she meant, and it was rare that she didn't avoid the topic.

She put the peeled rice dumplings into Cheng Sang's bowl and said, "It would be great if her granddaughter was still alive."

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they left.

At another table, the woman who had her back to the three people stood up slowly.

She was none other than the Saint's confidant, Lu Changshi.

Envoy Lu never expected that while eating a sponge cake, he would discover a shocking secret.

She went to Cheng's house without saying a word.

"Are you sure you heard me correctly?"

The saint asked her while sitting behind the curtain.

Envoy Lu said, "I am sure that she has admitted it herself. She is not Cheng Sang's granddaughter! Cheng Sang's granddaughter is dead! She is an imposter!"

The Saint said, "I was just worried that I couldn't find a chance to punish that girl. It's like you're sending me a pillow when I'm sleepy. Green calyx!"

"Miss."

A clever little maid stepped forward.

The Saint said, "Go and inform my father and ask him to call all the elders home. I have something important to announce."

"yes!"

Envoy Lu said, "Will everyone believe you? Those elders all follow Cheng Sang's lead."

The Saint said calmly, "I suspected that she might be genuine before. If she was proven right, it would prove her identity and it would be difficult to expel her from the house. Now that she has admitted it herself, what else can I not dare to verify?"

Envoy Lu: "Are you planning to -"

The Saint said solemnly: "Please use the Gu, only blood relatives can fuse, otherwise they will be poisoned and die!"

This time, she won't fail again.

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(End of this chapter)