Rong Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to give Shihu a slap.

He cursed angrily: "It's just a small matter, and you have to make me go back to the dog hole?"

Shihu covered his head, not daring to speak angrily, and asked with a suppressed breath: "The person has been tied up, do you still want him?"

Anyway, ever since this ancestor was put in solitary confinement, he has been particular about which foot he puts in first when entering the door every day. It'll be a habit!

"What does my master want him to do?" Rong Xiu shook his sleeves and walked in front in a nonchalant manner. After taking two steps, he frowned and looked at the tactless guy behind him.

"lead the way!"

Shihu sighed as if resigned to his fate, and hurriedly trotted after him, leading Rongxiu to a dilapidated temple outside the city.

The dilapidated temple was leaking air from all sides, and a ragged little beggar was tied to the straw ground.

"Sir."

The secret guard Jingtian saluted, presented the jade pendant with both hands, and then quickly hid in the darkness.

The master has been acting strange recently, so he won't mess with him! Just let Shihu play with him!

Rong Xiu took the jade pendant, and after confirming that it was flawless, he held the jade pendant and looked at the man, raising his chin slightly.

Shihu understood and stepped forward to pull out the rag that was gagging his mouth.

The moment his mouth was free again, the little beggar immediately shouted: "Help—"

Just as he was about to say something, Shihu blocked his mouth again. He put on a stern face and looked ferocious, warning: "Don't shout! My young master wants to ask you a few questions, understand?"

The little beggar's face turned red and he nodded quickly.

When he regained his freedom, he begged for mercy honestly: "Master, how did I offend you? Please forgive my faults and let me go..."

"I have a question for you." Rong Xiu held the jade pendant in front of him and waved it, "Where did you get this?"

"I picked it up." The little beggar said without even blinking.

In their line of work, they call scouting a place "passing by" and stealing something "picking up". There's nothing wrong with that!

"Picked it up?" Rong Xiu raised his eyebrows, suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, and chopped at the little beggar.

The cold light almost brushed against the little beggar's cheek and penetrated three inches into the ground.

Rong Xiu held the hilt of the sword with one hand, raised his foot and stepped on the little beggar's chest, stared into his eyes and leaned over to ask: "Tell me again, where did you get this thing from?"

"This, this is the imperial city, under the feet of the emperor..." The little beggar trembled and said, "You, you can't kill me..."

Rong Xiu sneered and pressed harder and harder, pressing the little beggar so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The fire lit up quietly, and Shihu lit the tinder, as if he was going to destroy the body and put an end to all traces.

With the help of the firelight, the little beggar immediately saw the face of the evil man and was immediately frightened and shuddered again.

A godly young man with a heart of hell! This is the dandy prince of the Rong family! A young general who kills without blinking an eye!

When someone offended this guy, he would tie the person to the back of a horse and drag him for two streets! He dragged the person until his skin was torn and blood was all over the ground!

"Hmm?" Rong Xiu squeezed out a sinister syllable from his throat.

"I stole it! I stole it!" The little beggar trembled and said, "Please spare me, sir! I didn't know this was yours!"

"Who did you steal it from?" Rong Xiu asked.

"Steal..." The little beggar stammered and couldn't say anything.

Rong Xiu put some force on his feet, his eyes gradually became dangerous: "Speak!"

"A fat woman!" The little beggar quickly explained, "She looks about fifteen or sixteen years old! She has a little maid with her!"

Shihu, who was standing next to him, looked over and asked, "How fat?"

"The kind that can do the work of two people..." the little beggar said stiffly.

Nodding thoughtfully, Rong Xiu lifted his foot to let go of the little beggar and said casually, "Send him to the official."

Jing Tian flew down and disappeared in an instant, grabbing the little beggar.

Shihu didn't get the chance, so he could only look at the little ancestor standing there with a sad face. He muttered in confusion: "Besides Miss Hua, is there anyone else in the capital who can be as fat as two people?"

Rong Xiu glanced at him sideways, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade flower pattern on the jade pendant. Thinking of that certain person's temper, his head swelled up.

"This jade pendant must be hers."

"Ah?" Shihu looked at him in astonishment. This jade pendant was a gift from the emperor, otherwise they would not be so anxious to get it back.

"This jade pendant was given by the Emperor. One piece was given to you, one piece was given to the Fourteenth Prince... Where did the third piece for Miss Hua come from?"

Rong Xiu glanced at him with disdain and said indifferently, "She picked it up!"

"Oh..." Shihu scratched his head, still confused.

"But how could your jade pendant be picked up by Miss Hua?"

Rong Xiu touched his nose, thought for a moment, and then said simply, "That night in Huguo Temple, I accidentally discovered the assassin. During the pursuit, the poison took effect and I was mistaken for the assassin. In a hurry, I jumped into the river to hide."

He covered his lips with his fist and coughed, the tips of his ears burning red: "I accidentally ran into her soaking in the river, and I couldn't help myself. Ahem, I offended her... The jade pendant must have fallen at that time."

The dendrobium was disheveled under the moonlight, and he looked at the shy Rong Xiu with almost dull eyes.

"My dear...how could you be considered an assassin..."

After all, we are the princes of the Zhenguo Mansion! We are young generals! Why don’t we just stand up?

Rong Xiu coughed again and looked away awkwardly: "I was wearing a nightgown that night..."

Shihu pressed his head and pressed his thumb against his temple, trying hard to calm down the throbbing blue veins, only then did he feel better.

He had a lot of questions in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

First of all, this little ancestor actually dared to provoke the eldest daughter of the Hua family. Did he think that the previous injury was not serious enough? Was he not in solitary confinement enough?

Secondly, the Huguo Temple was heavily guarded, so how could there be an assassin? Where did the assassin come from?

Why did the little ancestor have the poison again? Is it possible that the medicine I prepared before is no longer effective?