As dawn approached, the sky slowly turned pale blue, and there was no further movement from the edge of the dense forest. The group had truly stayed up all night, but they had still made a gain.
That human skin mask was proof that someone was behind it all. The villagers of Liangjia Village saw Qingyan and the others sitting at the entrance of the village in the early morning, with a mask placed inside the encirclement.
They were all feeling uneasy; this was...
"Little Darling, you and Fourth Master go back first." Fei Yanggu has already sent people to search, and the guards are worried that the culprit may be living in the village.
After exchanging a glance with Qingyan, Yin left the village. She leaned wearily on Yin's arm; the horrifying scenes had kept her awake all night, and she would need a sedative to catch up on sleep when she got back.
Inside the camp, the disaster victims found it strange that Fei Yanggu and the others had not appeared in the early morning. When they passed by Fei Yanggu's tent, they realized that there was no one inside.
"Fourth Master, did you and the Princess go out?" the disaster victims asked curiously.
Since arriving here, Qingyan has always slept until she naturally wakes up before appearing. They couldn't help but feel a little strange seeing her standing in front of them at this hour.
Yin nodded, and they left directly for the construction site.
The sooner the project is completed, the sooner they can move into the disaster relief rooms, which is much better than living in tents.
Qingyan fell asleep on the soft couch, feeling drowsy. Yin asked Su Peisheng to fetch a basin of cool water. After washing up a bit, he perked up and began to deal with the matters at hand.
"Master, the Dragon Guards are here!" Su Peisheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Dragon Guards had found out who was pretending to be a ghost, so at least Qingyan wouldn't be frightened, and their lives would be a little easier.
In the afternoon, Qingyan's stomach growled with hunger. She opened her eyes and saw Yin sitting at his desk with bloodshot eyes through the camera lens. She quickly put on her embroidered shoes and walked over from the inner chamber.
The study was quiet. Su Peisheng and the others had been driven out. Yin sat in a chair with a sullen face, staring blankly at the blazing sun outside the window.
"Fourth Prince, what's wrong with you?" Qingyan was terrified by the sight of Yin in front of her.
Yin snapped out of his daze at Qingyan's exclamation, and the human skin mask on the table felt like a sharp sword piercing him deeply.
Qingyan looked at the human skin mask and noticed a mark printed in an inconspicuous corner of the mask.
Over the past few years, Qingyan often went out with Yin, working under the guidance of the royal mask maker, wearing exquisite masks as they left the new residence. These masks had something in common with this one: they all bore the mark of being royally made.
"Is he from the palace?" Qingyan asked in a low voice, looking at him.
They rarely made enemies with people in the palace. After he finished speaking, Yin was forced to nod.
Even though she didn't want it to be a royal infighting, reality is often the cruelest thing.
etc!
"Was this mask really delivered directly to you by those people?" Qingyan couldn't help but think about it. Some people wanted to instigate a war between the royal brothers, and if they were not careful, it might disrupt Kangxi's plans.
Yin paused for a moment. He hadn't taken it himself. Did the guards also have something to suspect?
"We can't draw conclusions based on just one mask. What if..." Qingyan didn't finish her sentence; it was better to stop there.
Yin gave a wry smile. He had considered the possibility, but it was really too small.
“There were basically no orders from above for the masks. Even the defective ones were to be destroyed, Xiao Guai.” Yin’s voice choked up. He really couldn’t believe that they had come to this.
She walked to Yin's side and placed her small hand on his shoulder.
Back then, when she looked at the documents, the brutality of the Nine Dragons' Battle for the Bottom was chilling.
Now... the princes haven't even grown up yet, and it's already started?
Yin buried his face in Qingyan's chest, the two little steamed buns touching his forehead.
"Fourth Brother, don't be sad. If it really was those people who did it..." Qingyan still wanted to make excuses for those people, but Yin couldn't help but smile helplessly.
Xiao Guai just wanted Yin to be at ease. The nine dragons hadn't even grown up yet, and the first few dragons had already lost patience.
“Princes never have a childhood. From the moment they enter the Princes’ Residence and the Imperial Study, the struggle begins. They fight to see who can speak first and who can learn to read first, even when they are by their mother’s side.” Yin smiled bitterly. Fortunately, smallpox broke out in the palace, and the princes were able to leave the palace to avoid the disease.
During those years, he was trained by several prominent families, which, it must be said, fostered the ambitions of both Yin and Yin Zhi.
"Serving the emperor is meritorious...everyone wants that!" Qingyan pouted and muttered.
"Little darling, you've gone a bit too far!" Yin patted her little face, determined not to let outsiders hear Qingyan's mutterings, otherwise, she would be impeached by the censor.
Qingyan looked at Yin innocently, having only told him the truth.
She looked intently at the mask, remembering the human skin mask that Yin had made for her, which, in addition to the royal insignia, also had a Manchu character marked in a hidden place.
She examined an inconspicuous spot on the mask and noticed that one part of it had been specially treated.
"There's nothing we can do, we can't find a single clue!" Qingyan pointed to the spot that had been disposed of, her little face puffed up with anger.
Upon hearing her analysis, Yin couldn't help but turn his gaze to the Imperial Textile Bureau, where those people were basically able to access these things.
Is it too much to gamble with the lives of thousands of people?
"Little darling, come here, let me hug you!" Yin was in a state of turmoil and dared not think too much. He could only hug Qingyan and hope that it would calm him down.
The sky was overcast, and the disaster victims looked at it, their hearts growing increasingly bitter. The flood season was just around the corner, and this weather would clearly have a significant impact on them.
"It's going to rain!" Yin couldn't help but sigh. During this period, Yin had been quite worried about the flood season. Fortunately, Yin did not use the tents of the Imperial Household Department, but instead asked Qingyan to buy tents. These were rainproof. In addition, the places to store grain and medicine were the threshing grounds of nearby villages, and the ground was paved with bluestone.
Qingyan tilted her head, looking at the overcast sky, and she was a little worried about Fei Yanggu and the others.
If, during their inspection in Liangjia Village, a torrential downpour occurs, their return journey will likely be extremely difficult.
After the heavy rain, the dirt road was full of potholes, and people could easily get stuck in the mud if they weren't careful.
Her little hand gripped Yin's tightly, hoping they would get through the flood season safely.
He bent down and kissed her forehead, as a way of comforting her. The icy Sisi was completely melted by Qingyan. When Fei Yanggu and the others had troubles, Qingyan would often act cute and charming to ease their mood.
Fourth Prince was hugged and kissed several times by Qingyan. Now, the object of comfort has been switched. Qingyan stared blankly at Yin, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Holy crap!
Qingyan inwardly scoffed, "Is that really the Fourth Prince in front of me?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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