Chapter 67 My late husband who died early is back.
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Actually, there aren't many proper owners of Prince Yan's Mansion, only the prince and his son.
A man who had been widower for many years and had never remarried, nor kept any women by his side, was gentler to the wooden stakes in the martial arts field than to women.
When a person is in a good mood, he is as cold as a dead fish. When he is in a bad mood, he is so arrogant that he is hated by everyone and his mouth is full of poison.
But as for the guests staying there, they are no different from the powerful and aristocratic families who occupy vast manors and palaces.
There are always some relatives and friends, but Prince Yan and his son don't care about them. As long as there are no serious problems, it's okay to give them protection.
If they have minor problems... most people are like this. As long as it doesn't hurt them, there's no need to worry about it.
The main reason was that the two men claimed to have no weaknesses back then, so no matter how hard these people tried, they didn't even have the ability to break their armor, and they didn't even dare to.
But, when did it change?
To manage such a large palace, there must be at least a thousand guards, family members and servants, but everything was always in order and there were no mistakes. Even when the mistress died, Housekeeper Zhao did not slack off. She did not even dismiss her and appoint another housekeeper as outsiders thought.
The result is no.
No matter what, Jiang Rong did remain consistent in his promise to the deceased princess.
The appearance and internal affairs of the palace, from the surprised look that the housekeeper Zhao Huaizhang gave Yan Siqing to the words and actions of the servants after he moved in, he could see something fishy.
Xiaoyun did not hide anything and even told some of the inside stories herself.
"We all know it. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Princess also know it."
How could children not know what their parents were like?
But the two of them didn't care that much, because the relationship between the King of Yan and him did not bring any bad burden to others, but rather seemed like an alliance.
As for the alliance, if the rules of the alliance are observed, the interests sought by the alliance are preserved, and each party satisfies its goals, then it will be an excellent situation, which can be called harmonious.
Jiang Hui did not reject this.
"When His Highness was young, he once thought that every family was like this. Later, after observing other families, from the royal family to the ministers, and then to the ordinary people, he realized that it was not the case. Later, he once rejected His Majesty's arrangement of his marriage."
Since everyone knew about it, Xiaoyun didn't care about such a rebellious thing.
She also observed Yan Siqing's calm expression and added, "When it comes to marriage, Your Highness and His Majesty actually have a bit of a grandfather-grandson relationship."
The grandson can act like a spoiled child, and the grandfather will tolerate it.
It’s actually not easy for Yan Siqing to get involved in this topic.
"Behind every engagement, there are reasons and responsibilities. Once you've made a choice, don't just abandon it."
It was unclear which couple she was talking about, but it definitely included herself and even Jiang Hui.
"Your Highness will always be like the princess in the future, making a move without regrets."
Even without love, there will be other supreme interests to fulfill one's life ambitions.
Yan Siqing admired this choice and even expressed his regret for the late princess.
This has nothing to do with whether the latter is Jiang Hui's biological mother.
Would Madam even approve of Your Highness choosing a more advantageous marriage for the sake of his future?
Yes, this is an absolutely calm and wise person.
They are not easily driven by emotions.
It can also be seen that the one who is in a precarious and difficult situation now is not Madam Yan, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Xiaoyun thought for a moment and said, "Actually, from the very beginning, I felt that you were very similar to the princess. You give people the impression of being strong, resilient, and calm. You can solve any problem. You are willing to make some compromises to solve it, but your purpose is very clear. You make good use of the situation and don't complain if you can't solve it. You are calm and composed. You may dislike relying on others, like a towering tree in the vast wilderness, weathering the wind and rain and flourishing forever, providing shelter for the flowers and plants below."
This was such a compliment that Yan Siqing felt a little embarrassed and smiled, "I dare not. I have been protected by you two all the way."
Xiaoyun folded clothes and said, "If the White Horse Temple incident is not handled properly, most of us will die."
There was no way the current situation was so good. It was just that Yan Siqing was implicated - in the investigation of the case and the incident of Prince Qi's broken arm, no matter whether others could blame him or not, she was the one who came to the fore after all, and now everyone in Chang'an must know about it.
The Qi Wang Party is powerful, and now who knows what they will do to protect themselves or fight a desperate battle.
"So, you protected us."
Yan Siqing was no longer modest. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I probably also hope that you can grow up peacefully and become a tree like me."
An Sheng grew up.
Which master would say such words to his assassins?
But she meant it.
Xiaoyun recalled the intelligence about Yan Siqing's meticulous deployment in his last days in Yancheng. Everyone around her is now safe, including Liu'er, her grandmother Zhou, and Lady Qin.
Now that Prince Qi's situation has changed, and there is military protection in Narrow City, they will be fine unless Your Majesty takes action.
One can imagine how happy those who can be taken under her wings must be.
An Sheng grew up.
She did her best to protect the entire Shen family.
Even though she herself was wandering in danger, with no idea of her life or death, she acted as if she didn't care about her relatives and friends. She never mentioned them or thought about them once, but she took care of everyone.
Then, she also waited for the temptation from other people in the palace who could not bear it anymore.
"Want to come and see me?"
This is so presumptuous.
She was an outsider, and they were relatives of the royal palace after all. Using the word "pay a visit" seemed more like a test of her ambition.
Yan Siqing raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but Xiaoyun held his forehead and sighed.
"Madam, you..."
Yan Siqing: "I don't need to hesitate whether to go or not, because they will probably change their minds soon and make excuses for not coming."
Um?
Um.....
Not long after, it turned out to be true!
This is because everyone in Chang'an has already known that the Red Flame Ghost Fire case has been solved.
Prince Qi, Snowman Valley, Dali Temple, Jinwu Guards, White Horse Temple, the Zhou family behind the Chang'an Governor, the Earl, students and generals, a series of things, all of which were a hot topic and there was all kinds of news.
But they are all related to one person.
A man from Yancheng named Yan, whose gender is still unclear, just like the ninth son of the Xie family.
Who is she?
I heard that she was Prince Yan's daughter who was living away from home.
It was also heard that he was the orphan of an old friend of Prince Yan.
Behind the messy news are many parties driven by different interests.
Some are well-intentioned, some are malicious.
Yan Siqing didn't care much about it, nor was he willing to spend time and energy on dominating reputation, simply because Chang'an was different from Yancheng.
Yancheng's reputation and the people's opinions are beneficial to her business and situation.
Changan's, no point.
She was waiting for Xu Junrong.
Presumably, no one in the palace dares to provoke her now, so they are probably waiting for the same person as her.
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The people in the palace finally waited.
Xu Junrong simply couldn't refuse to see Yan Siqing. She didn't know the whole situation in the palace, and even though she trusted Yan Siqing's intelligence and ability, she was still worried about leaving her daughter alone in someone else's territory. So, no matter whether she trusted the truth she learned from Jiang Rong after their heart-to-heart talk, or what her plans were for their relationship, she never refused to come to the palace with him.
Come if you want.
So many people were sneaking around, hiding behind trees, in the cracks of rockery rocks, in the grass, behind pillars... What was the meaning of seeing her and then running away hesitantly with red faces?
Xu Junrong has been a quirky person since childhood, but after pretending to be well-behaved for so many years, how could he not be aware of these tricks?
She endured it until she followed Jiang Rong across the corridor, then she breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Rong: "You've obviously discovered it and you're uncomfortable, so why don't you tell me? Are you afraid that I'll blame them for you?"
"Then you're right to worry, I do."
He was also direct for once.
Xu Junrong was choked, and carefully glanced at the housekeeper who was leading the way in front, and asked politely.
"Your Majesty is kind and righteous, so he is naturally not such an unreasonable person."
This is too harsh an accusation.
Jiang Rong: "Then you want to know why they are like this?"
Xu Junrong was indeed confused.
She was prepared for everyone in the palace to make things difficult for her, but such a direct test seemed... seemed a little unnecessary for her to be as prepared as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
These royal relatives don’t seem to be very powerful.
Not as good as myself.
Jiang Rong: "Before you came, they were all curious about what it was about her beauty that could make me so lustful."
“Now I really see it.”
"It reveals that they are just mortals."
"All mortals are lustful."
arrive.
Jiang Rong stopped, as the women's quarters were in front of him. He had already violated etiquette with Xu Junrong and could not pretend at all, maintaining only a little pride and decency. However, he was very cautious and polite to a junior like Yan Siqing, who was also her only daughter.
He glanced at Butler Zhao who had also stopped. The latter was originally in front and could hear the conversation between the two. He was still shocked that the prince had such a playful, lively and self-deprecating side. After coming to his senses, he understood.
"Mrs. Xu, this way please."
"Everything is fully prepared."
Entering the courtyard, Xu Junrong was stunned for a moment. He glanced around the courtyard and turned back to look at Jiang Rong's back who had already left. Seeing that he was obscured by the lush greenery of the forest, his expression was a little complicated.
The banana trees, persimmon trees, kitchen, courtyard, flower garden, and walls covered with colorful flowers are shadows of her hometown and the appearance of her having taken care of the Yan family for many years.
"Zhao Huaizhang, Miss Zhao."
"Eh? Um, here."
As a female housekeeper, Housekeeper Zhao was subject to much criticism and suspicion from the outside world in the first few years, just like the princess who appointed her. Later, such voices disappeared.
It is not necessary to convince people, what is important is that these people get used to it.
They are even so outstanding that these people are unwilling to mention it on their own initiative, otherwise it would seem that they are so incompetent compared to them.
She had been prepared for today for a long time, because Jiang Rong had never concealed anything. As she was the princess's close friend, she naturally knew about what the princess had known many years ago.
The world is changing like this. What happened to these two people was their own choice, but doing things in the palace was her responsibility. She would naturally do whatever the prince did.
But she still didn't expect that the lady was like this.
The appearance is indeed trance-inducing.
It's not about her age, it's about her temperament.
Butler Zhao was stunned by the polite call, and after answering, he asked if there was anything he wanted to do.
She thought, is this lady going to ask the prince how attentive he was and when he started planting the flowers, plants and trees in the yard?
Buildings can be erected overnight.
Plants are difficult.
You have to be careful.
But what Xu Junrong asked was: "Are persimmons sweet when they are ripe?"
There are many persimmon trees in my hometown, around my old house, in the mountains, and even in the private school. In autumn, they are laden with red persimmons on the branches.
It looks good even if you don’t eat it.
What's more, it's delicious.
But Chang'an is a wealthy place, and the nobles have eaten all kinds of good things, so who would be thinking about persimmons?
Zhao Huaizhang felt that the strange feeling this person gave people was similar to when people heard their own name.
How could the daughter of a poor family give up the worldly reputation that would benefit her children and grandchildren and place such high hopes on them?
This was supposed to be a name for a boy.
It was also as if the princess, who also came from a difficult background and was fortunate enough to marry into the Xie family and have food and clothing, was still casually betrothed to someone else as a concubine. She should have been a beautiful and outstanding person and should not have died young.
It seems more like this Mrs. Xu did not regard the love of others as a gift of glory and repeatedly savor it. She was probably a free person who had been nourished by love since childhood and also had her own selection criteria.
But she also adhered to the principles of character, was willing to give up the most beautiful and glorious ten years of freedom, and was unwilling to be under the power of the rich and powerful, and agreed to what the world considered to be a high-class marriage.
Whether to eat persimmons depends on whether they are sweet. If they are not sweet, she will definitely not eat them.
It has nothing to do with who carefully cultivated this persimmon tree.
Princess, you are right. The person who can make a man as aloof as the prince never forget her must be a very interesting and charming girl who is incompatible with this world.
Zhao Huaizhang smiled from the bottom of his heart.
"Sweet ones. This year, it's the season, so we can pick some and make persimmon cakes. You and the young lady might like them."
Xu Junrong was just curious and hadn't thought about the future, but she was really confused at the moment.
Why do I feel that this Prince Yan’s Mansion is weird?
Very easy to get along with.
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Xu Junrong didn't think much about it, because his emotions were more occupied by Yan Siqing, especially when he turned around and saw the graceful beauty walking out of the house after hearing the sound.
What kind of young master and lady is it that it’s hard to tell whether they are male or female?
Xu Junrong recognized her as his daughter at a glance.
She is beautiful, every part of her is beautiful. She was the most beautiful when she was a child, and she is still the most beautiful now that she has grown up.
Xu Junrong's eyes were red, but she didn't dare to step forward for a moment. She unconsciously pulled her sleeves, pursed her lips, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Yan Siqing didn't say anything either. He walked slowly step by step, passed through the corridor, walked under the long eaves, with green bricks and pink tiles, and the greenery of Xiaoxiang, and finally stopped.
Three steps away.
"Mother?"
Xu Junrong couldn't help it, he took three quick steps forward, hugged her, lowered his head and shoulders, put his palm on the back of Yan Siqing's head, stroked and comforted her, but he himself cried.
"Don't be afraid, mother is here."
She was actually afraid. She had been afraid for many years. She was afraid that the child would not live well, that she would not survive, that she would hate herself, that she would feel ashamed of herself, that she...
Zhao Huaizhang had left at some point.
Xiaoyun was also inside and didn't come out.
Soon, the mother and daughter were sitting on the swing in the yard, just like any other mother and daughter chatting on any ordinary afternoon.
There was no evasion and everyone talked about the past frankly.
Xu Junrong was actually a little uneasy, hesitant to speak, still wanting to explain a little, "I and Prince Yan..."
Seeing her embarrassed, Yan Siqing said, "Mother, there's no need to explain. This isn't something that needs to be explained to anyone. If someone truly threatens you, it's not worth it to stir up trouble over such a trivial matter. If they pose no threat to you, then what these people say is meaningless."
Moreover, Yan Siqing whispered, "Father has passed away, and you are still young. If we hadn't separated, when I grow up and have wealth, I can find some entertainment for you. It's not a big deal, so you don't have to worry about it."
If they had not offended these powerful people, they could have lived a prosperous and peaceful life.
Unfortunately, there is no paradise in this world.
Xu Junrong did not think that Yan Siqing was unorthodox. She had read a lot of storybooks when she was young.
"Let's not talk about this now. I'm not a kid anymore, so I don't have the energy to think about it. You've encountered a lot of trouble along the way..."
"Fortunately, Prince Yan's son, Jiang Hui, seems to be reliable and can send you back to Chang'an."
There was gratitude in her words, and she felt that her son was different from her.
At least I covet my friend's wife, so I'm not a good person.
son.....
Yan Siqing's expression was obscure for a moment, he restrained himself, turned away his eyes, and whispered: "It's quite good, the young general is brave and courageous."
Xu Junrong admired him more and more, "He is still a gentleman. He probably looks more like his mother. They are both excellent."
It seems that the information that the mother knows was deliberately released by Prince Yan, but the latter will definitely not bring up his son's stupidity and affect his impression in front of Xu Junrong.
Yan Siqing: “…”
Mother, how about I talk to you about the hidden jade?
It's better than talking about this gentleman.
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Yan Siqing still didn't talk about Chen Cangyu.
She only mentioned her marriage in her youth in passing. Seeing that she didn't talk about it, Xu Junrong didn't ask. She was more concerned about Zhao Zhao, and her mind was full of her granddaughter.
"I'm a grandmother now."
Xu Junrong found it unbelievable when he thought about it. He touched his face and then touched Yan Siqing's face.
I want to cry again.
Missed a lot.
Yan Siqing held the back of her hand and let her put it against her face, just like when they were little. She whispered, "It's not too late. Mother looks as young as me. We will both have a long and promising future. Believe me."
"I can do that."
Her mother was not good at scheming, so she could only make the most cautious choice as a mother.
But she has grown up and came to Chang'an. The next step is to ensure her life.
Leave Chang'an.
Xu Junrong pondered for a moment, took out the letter and handed it to Yan Siqing.
"This was given to King Yan by your father."
"Take a look."
"He also said that you should have guessed it a long time ago. There is someone behind the White Horse Temple."
Yan Siqing finished reading it, her expression gloomy. After a while, she said, "Yes, there is someone. That person should also be the prince."
"But if there's such a reason in our family... this case really can't be brought up."
There is no way to prove the charge of colluding with the previous dynasty.
"Then your majesty said to Prince Qi..."
Yan Siqing suddenly thought of something and abruptly grasped Xu Junrong's wrist, whispering, "Mother, from today on, you should only claim to be ill because you're overly worried and have a serious illness that's difficult to cure... That way, when the Dali Temple comes looking for you, they won't be too forceful and offend Prince Yan's Mansion."
After all, if he really went to cooperate with the investigation while sick and something went wrong, the Dali Temple could not afford the wrath of Prince Yan.
Jian Wuliang, who is so slippery, would never do such a bad thing.
Xu Junrong was a little surprised. Dali Temple still needs to look for it?
Wasn't the one impeached by the Censor already...
Yan Siqing whispered, "Prince Yan wouldn't be a scapegoat for nothing. Since he knows that other princes are involved behind the scenes, he doesn't need to do anything. He just needs to let Prince Qi know. If Prince Qi knows, he will definitely retaliate."
"The other party might not be able to guess it. Furthermore, His Majesty has not yet held Prince Qi accountable. Neither the Snowman Ditch nor the assassination of the Crown Prince can shake Prince Qi's favor. So, to avoid retaliation, this prince will strike first."
"It is expected that the evidence from the Snowman Valley case that has been erased for many years will soon appear."
"But in order to drag King Yan into this, they will definitely arrange another case."
"That censor is probably going to die."
Only after the censor died did the case point to Prince Yan and connect to her mother.
Yan Siqing was quick-witted and used extreme means to speculate on others with malicious intent. Xu Junrong had no choice but to believe his daughter. Although he was shocked, he agreed.
Yan Siqing had no intention of informing or saving the censor in advance.
She has always been indifferent to enemies who actively and repeatedly show malice towards her.
That afternoon, people from all over the Yanwang Mansion withdrew their invitations to meet him, claiming to be ill and not wanting to disturb him.
Their daughter was extremely intelligent and could even deal with Prince Qi. The lady was also very beautiful. Xie Shi didn't dare to do anything now. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also had a strange attitude. They were really unable to cope and could only give up dejectedly.
However, they both planned to claim illness to avoid meeting each other.
Why did the other person get sick first? !
Could it be that he was angry because of their offense and was preparing to retaliate?
They were in a state of confusion.
The censor died suddenly in his study.
The Dali Temple took over the case. Jian Wuliang smashed three vases and waited for news from three waves of spies. The last wave confirmed that Yan Siqing had been in the palace and was fine and had been taking care of his mother.
Jian Wuliang seemed to be lost in thought, feeling vaguely uneasy.
He had long guessed that the situation would not develop smoothly and there would be a sequel to the White Horse Temple.
He just hoped that it was a party dispute and a cabinet matter, and that it would not cause him any more trouble.
As a result, the censor died.
He has to confront the prince again.
Oh, there is another prince in the palace who is even more difficult to serve.
At least the prince let Zhou Li go.
"After he apologized, His Majesty asked him to investigate his family and make meritorious contributions while guilty, but he also gave him a caning, a minor punishment but a major warning."
"This is a very good ending."
"If it were me..."
Jian Wuliang laughed at himself.
The job of the Dali Temple Shaoqing is really not a human job.
Will Jiang Hui, the devil, let me go?
I just discussed the case with Yan Siqing for a few more words, and that person almost ate me.
But fortunately, he also figured out a little trick - when it comes to Yan Siqing, as long as she is happy with it, Jiang Hui never resists, but instead controls his temper and obeys.
So he visited the palace three times just to see what was going on.
"You mean, Yan Siqing is fine and has never been ill?"
He understood.
This person has no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.
If she really wants to investigate the case, she will do it herself.
The censor's death must have been in vain.
Moreover, the palace had not issued an edict yet, nor had it taken back the power to handle the case that had been delegated from Zhou Li by imperial decree at the White Horse Temple. Yan Siqing also knew this.
Your Majesty naturally knows this too!
Huh?
Jian Wuliang's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly.
"Let's go to the palace."
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Banquet at the Prince's Mansion.
Yan Siqing was feeding "medicine" to Xu Junrong.
It’s actually rock sugar and pear soup.
It can relieve heat and moisten the throat.
Xu Junrong is not as thoughtful as Yan Siqing. He has been worried about so many things before, and now he has not felt relieved yet. With these unexpected changes, he still needs to take some medicine.
Xu Junrong: "When I saw you just now, the guard, who looked very young, said he was also feeling hot and wanted to drink a couple of bowls. Why did you look so strange?"
Yan Siqing was silent for a moment and turned away, "No, it's just that they have too many special kitchens in the palace, and I'm afraid my cooking skills won't be good enough."
Xu Junrong: "Then you really don't know how to do it."
Yan Siqing choked and said helplessly, "...Mother, you're still criticizing me? Your cakes aren't necessarily any better than mine. At least my soup is soup and my sugar is sugar, while your cakes..."
Xu Junrong was anxious, "What happened to my cake? Everyone else has finished eating it, but I still can't have any. You..."
She suddenly realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, and immediately pretended to cough and lay down.
Yan Siqing raised his eyebrows, smiled, and looked out the window
There are shadowy figures on the garden path.
People from the Dali Temple have arrived.
Yan Siqing had no intention of letting them into the house to confront his mother.
She went out.
But Jian Wuliang was blocked first.
The other party didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident.
There were female relatives from several neighboring courtyards, including relatives of Empress Yuan and others. Among them, Princess Huiyuan, as one of the masters, was away from home all year round and was not in Chang'an now, so she did not get involved.
This collision was a bit awkward for both sides.
Before this, the Dali Temple had also been so bold as to want to investigate Prince Yan's Mansion...
Jian Wuliang: "Are you all going to visit Madam Yan?"
The situation became clearer and there was no need to hide his identity now, so he called himself that.
Although most of the women in the mansion were of high status and had distinguished backgrounds in their families, even if their families were in decline and there was a lack of successors, they were still well-known when they went out. Therefore, they were not afraid of these people from the Dali Temple who made all the civil and military officials panic.
"Yes, Madam Xu is ill, so we have to come and see her according to etiquette. But is it Master Jian who is here? Is he going to investigate another case?"
These people have complicated intentions. Fundamentally, they have conflicts of interest with Yan Siqing and her daughter, but in the final analysis, there is not much hatred between them.
What a big deal.
A woman stepped forward and said, "If it involves a case in the palace, you have to go through the clan affairs office first before you can come to the palace. I wonder if Master Jian has gone through all the procedures?"
Jian Wuliang raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he suddenly looked sideways.
"Madam Yan, do you think I'm here to arrest you?"
There was a stream in the garden. Yan Siqing was walking onto the bridge. The water was gurgling. It had just rained for several days in a row, so the water was moist and green, refreshing the eyes and ears.
"I don't think so. You want me to go out and do some errands for the Dali Temple, right?"
"I don't deserve it."
"Young Madam, this is a female detective from the Dali Temple. Although she has a case to deal with, your mother is ill. For the sake of the future of the case, she still needs to be taken good care of and recovered first. So, we have asked her to help keep an eye on it to prevent others, especially those from the Ministry of Justice, from overstepping their authority and disturbing you. Is that okay?"
It's still cooperation.
Lord Jian still wanted to save some face for Lord Shaoqing, so he smiled and walked down the bridge.
The skirt flutters.
"Then I'll trouble you, your disciples."
After a pause, Yan Siqing also thanked the female relatives in a gentle voice.
When the lady came, she had a well-planned and imposing demeanor, as if she was determined to show off her abilities and not be outdone.
When she met Yan Siqing, she said shyly, "You're welcome, it's my duty."
Are you really going to investigate the case?
Does the Dali Temple also need help from others?
Tsk!
Xiaoshan stayed behind, and Xiaoyun followed Yan Siqing as they left the palace.
hind foot.
Ruoqin leaped into the courtyard of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and shouted anxiously, "Your Highness, this is not good."
"That man surnamed Jian has taken the young lady away again."
Jiang Hui, who had been resting in a gloomy mood and didn't bother to pay attention to anyone, suddenly sat up.
Similarly, the Jinwu Guards who were watching the palace also quickly returned to Zhou's mansion.
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The main gate of Dali Temple.
When the carriage was about to arrive, Yan Siqing heard the sound of drums.
Is someone beating the drum to complain?
Her eyebrows raised.
Outside the carriage, Jian Wuliang whispered through the curtain, "Young Madam, do you think there's another case coming to me?"
Yan Siqing said lazily and meaningfully, "Maybe the clues to the old case have come to you."
Jian Wuliang sighed.
"I hope so. I'd also like it if it wasn't a larger case of one ring leading to another."
He went forward first to see what was going on.
The carriage was slower.
Yan Siqing knew that there must be a lot of people watching nearby, and many spies investigating. The officials were very perceptive. No matter how much they avoided suspicion or waited, the news could not be cut off.
She held her brows together, deep in thought.
Xiaoyun asked, "Is this evidence a living person?"
“And I can play the drums.”
"He's also a descendant of Zhao Yu, bringing evidence..."
Yan Siqing was not sure either.
"After all, he is a related person, let's take a look first."
The case of the censor is a small matter, just the fuse. If the case of Snowman Valley is settled with the evidence of the other party, I can go to and come back from the Dali Temple quickly today.
But try your best...to prevent King Qi from getting up and let that person surface.
This was not easy. She thought calmly, and when she arrived at the gate of Dali Temple, she quickly got off the carriage.
With her skirt fluttering, she walked slowly towards Jian Wuliang who was talking to the drummer.
He is actually an official from the Ministry of War.
She looked up and saw that the drummer had a straight back, but looked a little thin, not quite like someone from the Ministry of War.
But...she frowned slightly.
What do you think of this back view?
The man was still talking.
Yan Siqing suddenly stopped.
His brows were locked in a frown.
"Young Madam, it seems this man is in charge of food and fodder operations and knows some inside information. It's because those soldiers in Snowman Valley froze to death that year. He colluded with people like the Marquis of Dongling to exchange for military supplies, and withheld military pay to make huge profits... Madam?"
Xiaoyun was puzzled, and the person who was talking to Jian Wuliang turned around and looked at him when he greeted her.
Yan Siqing stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at the weathered and elegant young man standing beside the drum of grievance, his expression a little dazed and his eyes gloomy.
The young man also saw her, his expression suddenly froze, he lowered his head, and bowed to Jian Wuliang.
The sound of horse hooves began.
Jiang Hui and Zhou Li arrived almost at the same time.
I noticed something strange in front of the Dali Temple at first glance.
Yan Siqing has never experienced such a moment before.
She was now like a piece of snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain that was being held in the stove to melt.
From desolation to silence in just a moment.
The young man happened to be speaking with his head down.
"I am the Grain and Grass Bureau's Shen Cangyu. I learned this secret and risked my life to obtain evidence for my colleagues who died in vain. However, I was still harmed and nearly died tragically. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to survive and have been dormant for many years. Now I dare to see the light of day again."
who?
This name...
It sounds so familiar, as if I've heard or seen it somewhere before.
Jian Wuliang thought for a while, and suddenly his expression froze. He looked at the young man, and then at Yan Siqing below.
Resurrection from the dead.
My late husband who died early is back.
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