The prince has finally grown up. During the trip to Nanyue, the prince has become more calm and domineering. The aura of a ruler of a country has begun to emerge. Leng Jiu feels relieved but also a little bit scared.

"It's good to know your identity! Besides, father and mother are already very tired from working for the state affairs, there is no need to report such a small matter to them!" A Luo smiled lightly, but his tone was unquestionable.

"Yes, Leng Jiu knows what to say and what not to say!" Leng Jiu looked at the sky, "Prince, it's getting late, do you want to rest?"

"You go down first, I'll sit for a while!" A Luo said coldly and turned to face the shimmering lake.

Leng Jiu quickly responded and retreated.

Not long after, A Luo also stood up and walked straight to the corner of the wall by the lake of the inn. He threw something out of the wall as if unintentionally, then walked for a while as if nothing had happened and returned to his room to rest.

Leng Jiu watched from afar and wanted to go forward, but when he thought of the conversation just now, he sighed and turned back to the room. The glory of the Leng family cannot be destroyed in his hands!

Outside the high wall of the inn, a dark shadow quickly caught the object thrown from the wall and disappeared into the endless night.

"Miss, I'm here!" Zhuifeng strode into Yiranju with an exquisite box in his hand, which was exactly what A Luo threw out from outside the inn.

She took the box, opened it, and skipped the words expressing affection in the beginning. She carefully read the arrangements at the end. Shui Yao raised her eyebrows lazily. Imperial chef?

Then he looked up at the four people, Fengyu Leidian, with their square faces, and they didn't look like them at all! Besides, Leng Yichen also needed to disguise himself.

Put the note under the candlelight and burn it, Shuiyao curled up lazily

He curled up in the round chair, his eyes drooped, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Miss..." The three of them gave Zhuifeng a look, and Zhuifeng called out respectfully in a low voice.

She waved her hand lazily, signaling the four to leave. After making sure that there was no one around, the woman suddenly raised her head with a gleam in her eyes. She used wind, rain, thunder and lightning, but that didn't mean she trusted them. She had to go in person this time tonight!

No one would have expected that Wantongtang, a hub for online underworld and court information, would be built on the busiest street in the city, and on the surface it was a rouge shop.

It was already late at night, the rouge shop had closed long ago, and the back hall was also silent.

A dark shadow quickly jumped from the roof into the back hall and entered each room with ease.

There were small grids in the room, and information was marked on the outside of each grid. The nameless ones were marked with men or women, age, and characteristics, while the ones with names were clearly marked with their names.

What is placed inside are all kinds of human skin masks made by Qianhun in his spare time. Just like Shuiyao likes to collect silver, Qianhun likes to collect various masks.

Open the box marked Anonymous and carefully place the mask in the prepared box to ensure that it will not be deformed.

Suddenly, Shui Yao felt something strange. She turned her head and looked around. The room was blurry, with only a thin ray of light coming in from the gorgeous moonlight outside the window. The surroundings were also quiet, and there was nothing unusual. But the feeling of being monitored was so clear.

Quickly closing the grid to make sure that no clues were left, Shui Yao quickly climbed out of the window, then carefully closed it again, and finally jumped onto the roof and went away.

As soon as Shuiyao left

There was a slight sound in the room where the masks were stored. The wall filled with grids suddenly flipped over, and two handsome men walked out. Another man in white clothes came forward with a playful smile to check the masks. He turned around and whispered, "Master, six masks are missing. They are all masks of thirty-year-old men!"

Yue Nanchen didn't say anything, but just silently thought about Lan Shuiyao's purpose in stealing the mask.

"Master, do you still suspect that it was Madam who kidnapped Prince Changning?" Qian Hun waved his hand, and the room suddenly became as bright as day. He poured tea and brought it to the master personally.

Waving his hand to indicate that it was not necessary, Yue Nanchen said expressionlessly, "Lan Shuiyao did not do what happened to Prince Changning, but..." He paused and said in a deep voice,

"I suspect that the person hiding behind Lan Shuiyao is Tianwen. Why did Tianwen help Lan Shuiyao? And the last time, Qizhan Linglong, everything is a mystery!"

"But I have investigated Tianwen's background. He was picked up by the old national master when he was traveling. He grew up in the mountains with the old national master. Before the old national master died, he passed the position of national master to him!"

Qianhun whispered, "Moreover, Tianwen has never left the Royal Temple in the past twenty years. Why did he suddenly come down the mountain this time?"

"Don't forget, the last time you checked Lan Shuiyao's identity, you were very sure. It's not that I don't believe in the accuracy of your information, but I'm afraid that someone is covering up everything behind the scenes, so that you can't find out anything!"

Qianhun nodded, "This is exactly what I am puzzled about. Madam is just the child of a concubine of an official family. How did she become the red rose that terrorizes the world? And she is also acquainted with Prince A Luo?"

Yue Nanchen frowned. This was something he had never figured out.

place, and Shui Yao told him that she had lived a life of hunger and cold.

He sent people to the Lan family to investigate. Although Lan Shuiyao was a concubine's daughter and her living expenses were not as luxurious as those of the legitimate daughters, she was also spoiled. Moreover, Lan Mu seemed to trust Shuiyao's mother Xiuru very much. It was said that she now controlled the financial power.

And according to Lan Shuiyao's current personality, even if she was wronged in the Lan Mansion, she would fight back, right? But on the contrary, the people in the Lan Mansion said that she was very quiet and often in a daze, not like now.

It seemed like everything started when she broke into his room and tried to seduce him, but when she woke up, everything was different!

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Qianhun asked in a low voice.

Yue Nanchen waved his hand and strode out of the room. If he couldn't figure it out, then forget about it. No matter who this woman was, as long as she was Lan Shuiyao, the Lan Shuiyao that fascinated and interested him, he would be determined!

Walking into the Lanshui Medical Clinic, the dark courtyard was lifeless and seemed to be empty. Yue Nanchen pushed open Lan Shuiyao's room and a faint fragrance came to his nose, but the curtains were lightly drooping and no one was sleeping there.

I lit the candle and looked around the woman's simple room. From time to time, I was attracted by all kinds of strange things in the room. What is this wooden tube with two jade pieces installed on it?

If I put my eyes closer, I can clearly see the shop opposite the window. Even though the distance is so far, it seems to be right in front of me. I can clearly see the large gold-plated characters on the shop sign. What is that iron cylinder that is painted black?

Just as he was about to lean forward to see if he could see further, a scent hit him.

He dodged and the iron cylinder in his hand fell into the hands of the person who came.

Still wearing red clothes, but the expression on her face was no longer lazy, but frightened. Lan Shuiyao put the iron cylinder aside and said coldly, "Who let you into my room?"

This stupid man actually put his face against the muzzle of the machine gun she developed. If he accidentally pulled the trigger... For some reason, a suppressed anger kept spreading from the bottom of her heart.

Yue Nanchen was slightly stunned. In the past, he would have put his hand on the woman's neck without hesitation. How could she speak to him like that? But now, what surged into his heart was not anger, but long-lost pain.

He was not unfamiliar with this kind of pain. When Dong Qing'er married Prince Changning, he was sitting alone in a temporary tent at the border, and it was this kind of pain that buried him.

Did she hate him so much that he couldn't even touch her things?

Lan Shuiyao saw that he looked strange and unpredictable, so she suppressed her anger a little and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Yue Nanchen said nothing, but approached the woman step by step, "Lan Shuiyao, which one is the real you? If this is your trick to seduce men, then I tell you, you succeeded, and now I am very interested in you!"

He pushed the woman into a corner, and coldly pinched her jaw with his hand, which was a little rough from holding the sword for a long time, forcing her to look up. "You should know that there is no woman in my Yongnan Palace, right? Didn't you say that if I divorce Jiang Cheng and Yin Diewu and take the position of Princess Yongnan, you will marry me? Do you still keep your word?"