Chapter 4 Anti-Tracking
These words were like thunder from a clear sky!
Inside the birthday banquet hall, there was an instant of silence, only breathing could be heard, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
The gazes of the guests, like thousands of arrows, instantly converged on Chen He, flashing with shock, astonishment, and disbelief.
Marry the Sixth Prince?
The idiot in the eyes of the world?
Could it be that the daughter of the Shen family has lost her mind and has done such a shocking thing?
“Snap!”
A crisp and abrupt sound of shattering seemed particularly sharp in the dead silence, like ice cracking in a cold pond, which was heart-wrenching.
The source was actually the third prince Xiao Jingren!
The white jade wine cup he was holding tightly was crushed into powder by him with amazing strength, and the debris scattered all over the ground.
The fragments pierced into the palm of my hand, and blood flowed.
But he seemed unaware of it, his sinister eyes fixed on Chen He, filled with disbelief, shock and anger, and... a hint of humiliation at being offended!
This woman!
This woman, whom he regarded as a butterfly in the palm of his hand and a thing in his pocket!
How dare you openly offend him in public and choose that fool?
How dare she?!
Chen Jiao's face turned pale as paper in an instant, her complexion lost all color, and her fingertips turned bluish white due to excessive force.
"Sister...you...you are talking nonsense!"
Her voice was trembling, with a hint of crying that was hard to conceal, as if she had suffered an unprecedented shock.
"The Sixth Prince..."
He's such a fool! How could my sister make such a choice? All these plans are ruined!
The Queen Mother was also stunned. An indescribable surprise flashed across her eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life.
She looked at Shen He deeply, as if trying to see something from her calm face.
After a moment, the Queen Mother spoke slowly, her voice filled with unquestionable majesty.
"Good boy, if it's what you want..."
"Aijia, I agree."
The words fell.
A bright yellow imperial edict was read aloud by the chief eunuch, and then turned into a gold-plated booklet and landed steadily on the tray in front of Chen He.
The glittering golden light hurt some people's eyes.
The dust has settled.
Chen He, the future consort of the Sixth Prince of Dayin.
The discussions around him surged again like a tide, with sympathetic whispers, harsh ridicule, and the difficult-to-conceal gloating, interweaving into a complex and ever-changing emotional web.
However, all this was nothing but a passing breeze to Chen He, without stirring up even a ripple in her heart.
With a calmness beyond her years, she took the golden book that symbolized her identity, and her fingertips touched it lightly, as if it was a silent conversation with her past life.
At this moment, Chen Jiao's figure penetrated the crowd. She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, forced a smile on her face that seemed sincere but was actually forced, and quickly approached Chen He.
"Congratulations, sister, you finally got what you wanted..." Her voice was so sweet that it was sickening, and every word sounded like carefully prepared honey.
And beneath the smile in those eyes, an indescribable resentment flashed across them very quickly, like a fleeting flash of cold light in the dark night.
The moment she approached Chen He, her shoulder, seemingly inadvertently, suddenly bumped into Chen He!
Extremely powerful!
In that direction, there was a huge palace lantern candlestick with a blazing flame next to it!
Want to ruin my face?
Chen He sneered in his heart, he was already prepared and his footsteps slightly misaligned.
However, just when she was about to avoid it——
"oops!"
A figure, faster than her!
It’s Xiao Jingchi!
He came over at some point, holding a half-eaten osmanthus cake in his hand. He seemed to be frightened by Chen Jiao's actions. He stumbled and fell straight towards the candlestick with a "thump"!
"Bang!"
He crashed into the candlestick!
The wide sleeves instantly covered the jumping flames!
“Sizzle—”
The flames were extinguished by his clumsy movements, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.
In the air, there is a...
The smell of burnt hair.
besides……
A very faint, crisp scent of bamboo leaves and ink mixed with the burnt smell.
This taste...
Shen He's heart trembled suddenly.
Xiao Jingchi seemed to be scalded or frightened. He let out a cry and sat on the ground with a pout, looking like he was about to cry.
"Ouch...it's hot..."
He rubbed the burnt patch on his sleeve and looked up at Chen He foolishly, his eyes as pure as a child's.
Chen He looked at him, his heart filled with mixed emotions: "Sixth Prince!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic!
Chen Jiao stood aside, watching this scene, her face ashen, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Almost! Just almost!
***
The night deepens.
After the birthday banquet, Chen He and her maid walked slowly on the palace road back to their temporary residence.
The bluestone road was wet after the rain, reflecting the dim palace lanterns.
A night breeze blew, bringing a damp and cold chill.
Chen He's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a blurry black shadow clearly reflected in a pool of water not far behind me.
Sneaky and relentless.
Here it comes.
Can't you hold it in so soon?
Chen He sneered in his heart, but remained expressionless on the surface.
She suddenly bent down and pretended to adjust her shoes.
However, under the cover of the wide skirt, her fingers quickly took out an extremely thin, almost transparent...string from her sleeve.
That was the toughest ice silk string left by my mother.
Her fingertips touched some of the moss that was moist after the rain in the cracks of the roadside stones.
Then, while adjusting his shoes, he silently tightened the strings and fixed them between the low flowers on both sides of the palace path, no more than three inches from the ground.
At the same time, he gently wiped his moss-stained fingers on an inconspicuous brick of the palace wall next to him.
It left behind an extremely obscure mark that only showed a faint fluorescence at a specific angle and under weak light.
This is what Mr. Yan taught her.
The secret method of tracking and counter-tracking that is unique to Qingshan Academy.
Use special moss juice to leave marks that ordinary people cannot detect.
After doing all this, she stood up as if nothing had happened and continued on her way.
It seemed as if I had just tidied my shoes.
Walk more than ten steps.
Behind me, there was a very slight, tense "hum" sound.
Then, there was an uncontrollable sound...
An extremely short groan!
That muffled groan was different from the scream of pain that an ordinary person would make when falling down.
It was a unique sound that was deliberately suppressed but instantly revealed, belonging to the sound of a martial artist's internal energy being blocked!
This sound...
Chen He paused again, a cold arc rising at the corner of his lips.
She had heard it countless times when she was an auditor at Qingshan Academy.
That's the unique muffled groaning sound that a disciple of the academy would make when he was suddenly attacked while practicing a special breath-holding technique!
The person who followed her...
Is he from Qingshan Academy? !
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