Chapter 149 Light as a feather, what is there to fear in death?
Inside the Six Doors, Yan Zhao looked at the letter in front of him with an extremely ugly expression.
What does "borrowing" mean?
"That shouldn't be the case. The Ministry of Justice has already submitted a report. There's no need to kidnap them again." Yunfei frowned.
“But choosing this time, when the prince enters the palace to meet the emperor, is quite delicate.” The tabby cat in Zhang Xin’s arms, unusually, ran onto Yan Zhao’s desk and lazily stretched.
“The time when the prince enters the palace to meet the emperor is the only time when communication between the prince and the Shadow will be cut off.” Su Shangxuan looked at the people in front of him. “Even the henchmen wouldn’t dare to openly climb over the royal walls.”
After analyzing the situation, the four people concluded that the kidnappers did not seem to be from the Ministry of Justice.
"Ha, the Ministry of Justice? If the Ministry of Justice had the ability to shake off its henchmen, it would have been on top of the world long ago."
As Yan Zhao spoke, he glanced at the letter on the table that read "borrowed" and took a deep breath.
Damn it, this is utter chaos!
Staring at the eagle seal in the lower right corner, Yan Zhao roared inwardly.
Outside the capital city, beside the Shili Pavilion.
Jin Shu sat in the carriage, looking at the polite Song Zhen in front of her with a complicated expression.
"The matter was urgent, and the Prince needed to enter the palace, so I asked you to be a little rough with your methods. I hope you will understand." He cupped his hands, a smile on his face.
Seeing that Jin Shu remained silent, he smiled faintly and took out a large envelope from his pocket, handing it to Jin Shu: "This is an apology to you, sir. I apologize for my subordinate's rash behavior."
The carriage moved slowly forward. Jin Shu looked at the large envelope in his hand, her face expressionless: "Young Master Song may have some misunderstanding about Jin Shu. Although I love money, I acquire it in a proper way."
Song Zhen raised an eyebrow: "It's not gold or silver." He added, "It's more like... a way for you to make a clean getaway in the future."
Looking at the envelope in his hand, Jin Shu carefully examined the elegant young man before her.
Wearing a blue robe, her smile remained unchanged, and she possessed a gentler demeanor and less aloofness than Li Jin.
"Escaped unscathed?" Jin Shu looked at him in surprise, and after a long while, shook his head. "This matter is none of Young Master Song's concern."
Song Zhen paused for a moment, holding the envelope.
Outside the carriage, time seemed to pass like a dream, and life was peaceful and serene. Ten miles outside Beijing, the mountains and valleys were covered in lush, verdant greenery, creating a breathtaking landscape.
The two of them were inside the car, while He Lin, who was driving, was outside. They chose an extremely remote and secluded side road, passing through the gaps between various forces, and headed west.
Song Zhen lowered her eyes, a faint smile always on her face, and said lightly, "Does Mr. Jin know what kind of powerful opponent he is facing?"
"The current scale is the result of years of accumulation, not a sudden occurrence. Prince Jing is hesitant to act because any move he makes would have far-reaching consequences. If everyone cannot be captured at the same time, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"The longer he goes deeper, the longer it drags on, and the more despicable the other side's methods will become."
Song Zhen shook the envelope in her hand again: "In such a critical situation, Mr. Jin, are you really not leaving yourself a way out?"
Jin Shu remained silent, and Song Zhen could not find the slightest hesitation in her eyes.
He was puzzled, but still smiled gently and said, "Take it; it will give you a way out in the future."
The car slowly came to a stop in a secluded grove of trees. He Lin, who was outside the car, raised her hand and knocked on the car wall to remind Song Zhen that they had arrived at their destination.
Inside the car, looking at his refined appearance, Jin Shu didn't reach out for a long time. Instead, she shook her head with a very serious expression: "Thank you, Young Master Song, but Jin Shu has no need to accept it."
no need?
Song Zhen was momentarily stunned.
“There is no need for a way out.” She looked at Song Zhen’s face and said solemnly, “If Jin Shu wants to leave, she can walk towards the rising sun with her head held high.”
She said, "I have a clear conscience about what I have done, and I don't need this unfounded excuse."
Those two sentences caused Song Zhen, who was sitting opposite her, to momentarily lose her train of thought.
He pursed his lips and frowned, asking with great surprise, "Mr. Jin, don't you want to know what's in this envelope?"
"I don't want to," Jin Shu shook her head. "There's no need for me to know."
From the day she chose to stay at the Six Doors, she never considered any way out.
The world is vast, and the Wei Dynasty is vast; there are places to settle down and make a living everywhere. But the only place where she could live a more valuable and meaningful life was behind that person in pale yellow robes, beneath that golden plaque.
"We don't need it now, and we won't need it in the future either." Jin Shu smiled as she looked at Song Zhen's puzzled expression.
Inside the car, there was silence for a long time. Song Zhen looked at the envelope in her hand and finally put it back in her arms.
He glanced at Jin Shu's face, crossed his arms, and said, "You might die."
She nodded.
Song Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Everyone connected to you may die."
But Jin Shu met his gaze and asked in return, "What is there to fear in death?"
"Compared to someone who is willing to be a stepping stone for a prosperous and peaceful era, and who has long since disregarded life and death, what is there to fear about my death, which is as light as a feather?"
A death as light as a feather.
At this point, Song Zhen understood.
The adopted son of Liu Chengan, the prefect of Dingzhou, was a fake identity created by Song Zhen for Jin Shu at the request of Li Jin.
The few sheets of paper and two booklets in his envelope were from Liu Chengan, the prefect of Dingzhou, who was his adopted daughter.
From the moment he began helping Li Jin clean up the mess in Dingzhou, the name Jin Shu became ambiguous, both male and female.
He boldly deduced that she was actually a woman, although Song Zhen herself found this conclusion hard to believe.
There really is such an extraordinary woman in the world.
At this point, Song Zhen nodded, accepting her rejection.
Jin Shu didn't speak, he didn't mention it, Li Jin didn't ask, he didn't talk about it; he simply kept it to himself.
The woman who even the shadows of the Six Doors couldn't catch is definitely not as simple as she appears.
Looking into her determined gaze, Song Zhen admired her. After a while, she chuckled, raised her hand, lifted the curtain beside her, and glanced outside the carriage.
“In that case, let it be.” He glanced at Jin Shu out of the corner of his eye. “If you change your mind someday, you can come to me anytime.”
Before Jin Shu could refuse, he continued talking without stopping.
“Sir, you must be wondering why I brought you here in such a hurry.” Song Zhen turned around. “I have found Lin Zhongyi’s body, but the Crown Prince and the Ministry of Justice are also watching. All told, we only have one hour.”
He paused for a moment: "My men will replace the Ministry of Justice's informants in a quarter of an hour, and for the next hour, the entire mortuary will be under my control."
"Mr. Jin needs to perform a quick autopsy within an hour, record all the characteristics, and leave before the next shift changes."
He said, "Only in this way will the prince have the opportunity to pry open the closed door to the case from six years ago."
Upon hearing this, Jin Shu looked slightly puzzled: "Does Young Master Song mean... that Lin Zhongyi wasn't hacked to death in the street?"
Song Zhen nodded: "The Crown Prince is always meticulous in his work. Killing him in the street would surely alarm His Majesty."
He pursed his lips: "But I don't know exactly how he died."
“However, it will certainly be similar to the way most abandoned children die,” he said. “This corpse will become the starting point for the prince to solve the case.”
At this moment, Song Zhen bowed deeply before Jin Shu, saying, "I earnestly request Mr. Jin to set aside past grievances and do his utmost for the peace and well-being of the world."
The scene before her eyes left Jin Shu stunned in the car. She remained silent for a moment, then stared at Song Zhen: "Young Master Song, who exactly are you?"
But Song Zhen straightened up and smiled faintly: "Someone as light as a feather."
Behind that smile lay deep sorrow and desolation.
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