"How do you know it's King Sheng?" Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but be surprised.
Huo Wuyou said, "The Ministry of Justice is Gu Shimin's man. Not only that, just before Fu Rongxin was rescued, Xue Tingliu was imprisoned."
Xue Zhiyi only sneered: "Fu Rongxin is quite capable, and can make King Cheng willing to help."
Immediately, she became curious again: "How did the Marquis of Lin'an find out?"
Huo Wuyou folded his arms and said, "Of course, I have an informant in the prison."
He leaned back against the rockery and said, "Do you think that for three years after the Yueling Pass tragedy, I pretended to be a playboy and was really just playing around with cats and dogs every day? Naturally, I was arranging the people left by my father and the people entrusted to me by my grandmother to various corners of Huajing bit by bit. However, although I have connections behind the scenes, I don't have any open power."
He spread his hands: "In three years, you can do a lot of things."
Xue Zhiyi agreed that a lot can be done in three years.
Xue Zhiyi held his chin and thought: Fu Rongxin must be killed, but now she has unexpectedly fallen into the hands of King Cheng. I don’t know what King Cheng will find out from her and how he will stage a more interesting drama one day.
While she was lost in thought, Huo Wuyou tapped her forehead with his finger.
Xue Zhiyi was about to explode when Huo Wuyou asked her, "What do you think? Or should we just cut the Gordian knot and get rid of her?"
Xue Zhiyi asked back, "You have someone in Prince Cheng's mansion, too?"
"Not yet." Huo Wuyou answered truthfully: "However, since Fu Rongxin is still alive, she can't stay in Prince Cheng's mansion forever. If she dares to go out, I can have her killed to prevent future troubles."
Xue Zhiyi smiled: "No need, keep her for now, she won't cause any trouble, who knows, she might even be a turning point for us."
"What's the turning point?"
Xue Zhiyi did not answer. She just wanted to try and see if her understanding of Fu Rongxin could help her win the next game.
"Marquis Lin'an." She suddenly called out.
"Tell me." Huo Wuyou leaned against the rockery and yawned casually.
"What I want to know most about the current situation of Chunfeng Tower is what I came to see you today," she said.
At this point, Huo Wuyou finally stood up straight. He said, "Just as we expected, after Tu Lanqin brought the news back, Gu Shichong took action."
"Oh?" Xue Zhiyi pretended to listen attentively.
Huo Wuyou said, "On the third day after we left, a ragged old man beat a drum outside the Dali Temple to protest his grievances. He said his daughter had been forced into prostitution by Chunfeng Tower and her whereabouts were unknown. Later, more than a dozen other people came to complain, saying that their own women had also been abducted by Chunfeng Tower."
Xue Zhiyi nodded in understanding: "Next, the Dali Temple should intervene in the investigation, right?"
Huo Wuyou sighed slowly, "Isn't it? I believe it won't be long before we can find out the connection between Chunfeng Tower and Gu Shimin.
"Then, you'll find out that Chunfeng Tower is actually Gu Shimin's secret agent for gathering information." Xue Zhiyi's voice slowed down: "Then—"
The two smiled at each other tacitly, understanding each other tacitly.
…
Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou were in the rockery cave, arguing with each other and talking about losing their heads. They had already been there for a long time and it was not advisable to stay any longer, so they said goodbye in a hurry.
But just as she left, her sight suddenly stopped at a corner of the imperial garden.
Her pupils flickered, and she bent down to pick up something.
Xue Zhiyi looked at the object in his hand and was a little dazed for a moment.
It was a grass ring, and the weaving technique...
"How could that be..." she murmured softly.
In her previous life, she had met someone.
In other words, she saw a vague figure who left nothing behind but only gave her this grass ring.
The weaving technique of the ring is exactly the same as the one in front of me, even the slightly rough finishing is exactly the same.
Suddenly, it seemed as if something had come after me through the passage of two lifetimes.
Xue Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked around... In other words, that person also attended today's Qionglin Banquet?
who is he?
…
Cuiwei Palace.
Concubine Ge had no intention of continuing the banquet and hurried back to Cuiwei Palace.
When he entered the room, Ge Yuanhui was sitting on the bed, staring blankly with an expressionless face, letting his tears fall.
When the palace maids saw Concubine Ge coming back, they all retreated.
"Yuan Hui..."
Sitting opposite her, looking at the man who used to be so glorious and high-spirited, but now had mottled makeup and messy hair, as if all his energy had been drained, Concubine Ge was both angry and anxious.
She raised her hand and wiped the tears from Ge Yuanhui's face with heartache: "Yuanhui, don't be afraid, auntie will find you the best doctor and use the best medicine. This scar will definitely be removed."
Ge Yuanhui, however, remained expressionless, and silently brushed away Concubine Ge's hand: "It's useless."
Her eyes were red and swollen, and her gaze slowly focused on Concubine Ge's face.
"I know this scar is too deep and can't be removed, just like everything I lost today, which can never be found again."
After saying that, she sighed deeply, and the sound of her breath was like a knife, cutting deeply into her chest: "I didn't lose because of this face."
Concubine Ge didn't understand what she wanted to say, she just thought she was too upset.
But Ge Yuanhui looked at her and said seriously, "Aunt, I was wrong."
"What did you say..." Concubine Ge was a little flustered.
But Ge Yuanhui said, "I want to be the queen, the most noble woman in Dayong. From the beginning, my enemy has not been other women, nor Xue Zhiyi."
She laughed at herself, tears falling as she did so. "So what if Xue Zhiyi and I fought to the death? In the end, the ones who decided whether I could marry my cousin were His Majesty and my cousin himself. Even if I really defeated Xue Zhiyi, they could still choose someone else."
Hearing Xue Zhiyi's name, Concubine Ge gritted her teeth. She grabbed Ge Yuanhui's hand and said, "It's that Xue Zhiyi again, right? Is today's incident related to her?"
But Ge Yuanhui turned a deaf ear to her question and only muttered to herself, "Aunt, I've put the cart before the horse. What I should have done was not to defeat Xue Zhiyi and become the Consort of Prince Gong, but to become the Consort of Prince Gong first, and then the Empress. I want to hold power in my hands. By then, Xue Zhiyi will be just a tiny ant under the power!"
Concubine Ge could feel Ge Yuanhui's grip on her hand tightening. "I know that both His Majesty and my cousin are wary of the Ge family and would not want me to become the Princess of Gong. Besides, my reputation is ruined now, so it stands to reason that I cannot become the Princess of Gong."
She suddenly smiled fiercely, her almost beautiful face distorted. "But I want to do it! Even if it's something I can't do emotionally or rationally, I still want to do it."
Somehow, Concubine Ge was a little frightened: "Yuan Hui, what are you going to do?"
Ge Yuanhui stopped laughing, her face turning cold as frost. She raised her pointed chin and said, "Since I was a child, I have always gotten what I wanted, even if it meant forcing it! Now that I want the position of Princess Gong, why can't I just force it? As long as I have the Ge family and my father behind me, I still have leverage that neither His Majesty nor my cousin can refuse!"
She must stand in a position where no one can bully her, and be so noble that only she can decide the life and death of others!
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