"This is the result of my investigation. There is indeed nothing wrong with Miss Ling Jing, the third daughter of the General's Mansion."
Behind the curtain, Changsun Wuji, who was half-leaning on the beauty couch, laughed softly, and his charming voice said playfully, "Is there anything wrong?"
He had the guts to go against the princess of the time, and he had the guts to murder the favored prince in the palace.
And, once, twice, I wasn't completely afraid of him.
Such a person? Is there anything wrong with that?
"Master, since you arranged for Miss Ling to marry His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi, Miss Ling has not shown any dissatisfaction. I think she is very satisfied with this marriage."
Zhuyue felt that it was too long before Ling Jing and the King of Qi got married on the Mid-Autumn Festival. She wished they could get married tomorrow, so... That's why she reminded the Lord that Ling Jing is now the future Princess of Qi...
His heart sank again. No, no, even if Ling Jing was married to the King of Qi, given the Lord's temperament, if he really liked Ling Jing, let alone a married woman, even if she was a widow, he might dare to marry her...
She couldn't afford this kind of gamble!
Therefore, we must never let the master know that the woman in red at Qingfeng Mountain and Ling Jing are the same person!
A trace of coldness quietly flashed across Zhuyue's eyes. Fortunately, after tonight, no one would attract the master's attention...
Then I heard the person on the beauty couch behind the curtain ask calmly, "Is there any news about her?"
When Zhuyue heard this, she tightened her clenched fists a little. Even if her master didn't say who it was, she knew who her master was asking about. It was nothing more than Ling Jing's other identity. However, she was determined not to tell her master.
He suppressed his emotions and said calmly, "Master, the people who were following her have been shaken off by her, and no information has been found so far."
It was previously discovered that Ling Jing was killed by her, and she never sent anyone to follow her afterwards, so naturally there would be no news. Even if there was news, she would have executed him secretly like last time...
"Dumped again?" Changsun Wuji chuckled and said slowly in that bone-melting voice, "Murong Jiu, you are really naughty. But..."
"Are you too useless?"
Zhu Yue felt a chill on his scalp and knelt down suddenly, "I am incompetent! I will speed up the investigation!"
Through the curtains, Changsun Wuji, who was sitting on the beauty couch, spoke in a very indifferent tone, "This king does not keep useless people."
Zhu Yue was sweating profusely, "I understand. I will take my leave and do it immediately!"
Changsun Wuji didn't say anything.
Zhuyue came out from inside, his clothes on his back soaked with sweat.
The person she sent should already be in the general's mansion. As long as he takes action, Ling Jing will definitely die. It's too late to stop him now...
There was a complex look in Zhuyue's eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about, but only coldness remained.
Even so, she did not regret killing Ling Jing!
Even if my master considers me incompetent, I will never find the 'woman in red from Qingfeng Mountain' again!
The price will definitely have to be paid when the time comes, but the master will not kill her just because she can't find someone.
And Ling Jing is already dead!
She is worth it!
Baili Feiyue had already fallen asleep by this time. The Ling Mansion had been peaceful and tranquil as expected in the past few days, but due to her nature over the past five years, it was impossible for her to completely let down her guard even in such a peaceful and tranquil environment.
Even in deep sleep!
When he felt something, he suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes moved towards the door, and murderous intent flashed across his face...
Soon, a black shadow, like a ghost, nimbly fell into Baili Feiyue's house from the window, without making any sound under its feet, and went straight to the carved wooden bed.
A dagger flashed a cold light in the night. The man in black raised the knife and stabbed it cleanly under the quilt. This knife pierced the heart, the weakest part of the human body.
However, at the moment when the man in black realized that he had been stabbed, his whole body suddenly stiffened. He reached out and quickly lifted the quilt, and a cloud of powder from the quilt suddenly flew towards the man in black.
The man in black reflexively took two steps back, but still inhaled some of the powder and was hit!
Looking at the bed again, I saw that the person stabbed by the dagger was just a doll that looked very much like a human. Not only was it similar in size, but even the feeling of the dagger stabbing was no different from stabbing a human body. There was no sign of Miss Ling San at all!
"Are you looking for me?"
Baili Feiyue's voice came faintly from behind, and the man in black turned around alertly.
In the dark room, one could only vaguely see her burning eyes.
Baili Feiyue curled her lips, "It's the middle of the night, and you're not sleeping. You come to my place to play with knives. It's very dangerous."
The man in black didn't say a word, and even his emotions didn't fluctuate at all. Without saying a word, he attacked Baili Feiyue directly.
Baili Feiyue didn't move.
Just as the dagger was about to attack him, the shining dagger was suddenly stuck in the air and could not move forward an inch.
Even the man in black holding the dagger kept attacking, as if he was frozen in time, standing there.
"Hey, why aren't you moving? Are you going to keep killing me?"
Baili Feiyue held her chin with one hand, provoking and mocking the other party.
Always have to tease each other and talk!
The black-clothed man's hand holding the dagger was so tight that veins popped out, but his body still couldn't move forward at all. Even at this moment, his hollow voice was calm and calm as he said, "You used poison."
Hearing this voice, Baili Feiyue got goosebumps and felt something was wrong. "I don't like people pointing knives at me." Even if there was no threat to her, she didn't like it.
"Besides," he laughed sarcastically, "before you come to kill me, don't you know who I am first? Or are you too confident in your own abilities?"
She grasped the tip of the dagger with both hands and pushed it forward. The man in black immediately fell backwards and was easily knocked to the ground by her.
Looking at the man in black lying on the ground with veins bulging and struggling, Baili Feiyue laughed coldly, "Don't waste your energy. With the amount you just inhaled, you won't be able to move even if I give you another two hours. And two hours is enough for me to ask what I want to ask."
"Now, why don't you tell me who sent you to kill me? Hmm?"
As soon as Baili Feiyue asked the question, she saw the black-clothed man's eyes widened, and she secretly cried out in her heart, "Not good!" Before the silver needle in her hand could pierce the black-clothed man's acupuncture points, the black-clothed man lying on the ground suddenly relaxed and died...
Baili Feiyue's hand holding the silver needle froze in the air. He took a deep breath, and threw the silver needle at the wall as if to vent his anger.
day!
Before she could even ask the answer, he committed suicide by taking poison!
She should have thought of it earlier that this kind of feeling could not be achieved by an ordinary killer, but by a death warrior!
This was really a moment of carelessness, it's too late to regret it now!
It was already like this, there was no other way, Baili Feiyue sighed in annoyance, and went to search the black-clothed man again, even though she knew it was mostly in vain.
Such a death warrior is not scary, what is scary is the person who can train such a death warrior. If he fails once, he will definitely send the second one, and the third one...
Until the goal is achieved.
Death warriors are just like that.
She was confident that she could handle the next danger, but the problem was that there were only thieves who could steal for a thousand years, but no one could guard against thieves for a thousand years. Death warriors could not be thought of in the same way as ordinary people. They were capable of anything, had no regard for their lives, and had no emotions.
Trouble...
But now is not the time to think about these things, "You've seen enough of the show, aren't you going to come out?"
.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
