Cheng Lang read the letter she wrote again.
He had thought Yi Ning would leave him alone, but now she was willing to let him help. He was a dignified censor of the Censorate, yet he felt a sense of fear that he was failing her trust. After all, she had never valued his abilities. He had been planning to burn the letter, but seeing her handwriting, he couldn't bear it. He took out the box he usually kept important letters and put it in. Cheng Lang sat behind his desk, frowning slightly at Xiaoyu.
How could Lu Jiaxue become suspicious...
For years, he had suspected Lu Jiaxue of murdering Luo Yining. There were simply too many doubts. If Lu Jiaxue hadn't killed her, why had he never mentioned his former wife afterward? Why had he framed Xie Min? And Xie Min would never have killed Luo Yining. Back then, Luo Yining had gone out with her and been pushed off a cliff by her maid. Anyone investigating would have suspected her; Xie Min wouldn't be so foolish. The most crucial issue was that, after Luo Yining's death, Lu Jiaxue quickly used her death to target Lu Jiaran and Xie Min, seizing the throne in one fell swoop.
She had already died once, and she would never let Lu Jiaxue hurt her a second time.
There was a sharp light in Cheng Lang's eyes like a sword. He asked the guards to come in and whispered instructions.
At this time, a servant came to the hall and announced, "Young Master... the governor is here! He said he has something to ask you."
Lu Jiaxue came to see him...
Cheng Lang suddenly had a very bad premonition. He took a look at the letter box, pushed it into the drawer, and then went forward to greet Lu Jiaxue.
He emerged from the drizzle, accompanied by guards armed with swords. They immediately entered the small courtyard in front of the hall and stood in the rain, waiting silently. Lu Jiaxue walked in, sat down on the armchair, untied his cloak, and said calmly, "Uncle hasn't come to see you in a long time, so I came to see you today."
Cheng Lang was also a very intelligent man, and at this moment, he had many thoughts in his mind. First, was Lu Jiaxue suspicious of him? He quickly began to review his past actions, but found no flaws. He was very cautious in his actions, so Lu Jiaxue shouldn't have noticed. Second, why did Lu Jiaxue come to him? If he came for Luo Yining's matter, why would he come to him at this critical juncture? There was no way he was going to deal with Luo Yining. Lu Jiaxue no longer trusted him.
He gathered himself together and stepped forward, bowing: "Uncle, you have come in the rain. I'll ask the servants to make you some hot tea to drive away the cold."
"No need, I'm not here for tea." Lu Jiaxue sat on the chair with his arms and legs spread out. He said casually, "I'm just here to ask my nephew a few questions."
Cheng Lang's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly remembered that there were flaws.
There is a flaw, that is the letter! He and Yining both ignored this point, Lu Jiaxue has the Shenjiying and half of the Jinyiwei!
With the Imperial Guards at his disposal, he could quickly learn of everything happening in the capital. The Imperial Guards were typically under the Emperor's command, with their commanders often trusted by the Emperor, often even hereditary. However, after Zeng Yingkun's incident, the Emperor's confidence in his officials had grown even greater, and surveillance became increasingly stringent. He even handed over half of the Imperial Guards to Lu Jiaxue, tasking him with monitoring any unusual activity in the capital.
The command power of the Jinyiwei has never been delegated to others, so even he forgot about this matter!
Cheng Lang's heart was beating violently, but he maintained an elegant smile on his face: "If my uncle wants to know something, he can just send someone to tell his nephew. Why bother to go there in person?"
"How can anyone handle you, my dear nephew?" Lu Jiaxue laughed, then raised his hand. Someone immediately bowed and walked toward the desk. Cheng Lang's face changed. He knew what was going on! He immediately stepped forward to grab it, but with no martial arts experience, how could he possibly defeat Lu Jiaxue's subordinates?
Lu Jiaxue's subordinate handed him a letter box. Lu Jiaxue took it, opened it, unfolded the letter and read it silently.
The rain was drizzling outside, and he slowly clenched the letter paper.
The joints on his fists were protruding, but he actually smiled without any meaning.
"It's her indeed."
After lying dormant for a long time, I was completely certain at this moment, but I was ecstatic but also angry and jealous. The emotions were too complicated, each one clashed fiercely, and I couldn't feel anything at all.
He stood up and walked in front of Cheng Lang, saying calmly, "Kneel down."
"Uncle..." Cheng Lang murmured, knowing that the situation was hopeless. "Please let her go. She is no longer the same person."
“Kneel down!”
Lu Jiaxue's voice suddenly became stern.
Cheng Lang could only kneel down as he was told, his elegant face pale. But his jaw was set tight, and he said nothing more.
"You knew who she was, and you still wanted to marry her..."
He stepped forward and slapped Cheng Lang in the face for the second time. This time, the blow was particularly harsh, and red marks immediately appeared on his face. But Lu Jiaxue immediately grabbed his collar and pulled him up, saying coldly, "How long have you been thinking about this? When you were so old, I treated you like a plaything, but you, a rebellious thing, actually coveted her! She raised you."
Cheng Lang took a breath and smiled silently. "Uncle, if I hadn't saved her, no one would have married her."
At that time, Luo Yining was in a dilemma. She had no choice but to get married, and no one dared to marry her.
At that time, he had already left the capital to investigate Zeng Yingkun. Even if he was there, he would probably be indifferent to this matter because he didn't know, he knew nothing.
Lu Jiaxue threw Cheng Lang away.
After a long time he smiled: "Very good."
He was also extremely patient.
He waved his hand and left the main room with his men.
There was only a light drizzle outside. Cheng Lang stood up, not caring about his own injuries, and immediately called someone in: "...Go to the Luo Mansion and deliver a message to Luo Shenyuan!"
Luo Yining alone couldn't fight Lu Jiaxue, only Luo Shenyuan could barely protect her. There was no other way now.
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