Jiao Tu, her face hidden beneath a broad hat, slowly said, "What could be wrong? ng Ji has tested him twice, wouldn’t ng Ji have spoken up if there were any problems? Besides, Lord Jin Zhu is so cautious, how could he keep big trouble by his side?"
Yun Yang frowned, "I always feel sothing is off."
Jiao Tu took off her hat and lay back, giving him a sidelong glance, "If you ask , we should just honestly admit our mistake to them. We can fight, but he can think. If we could work together, wouldn’t Lord Pri Minister reward us abundantly with cultivation resources?"
Yun Yang glanced at her, "We’re already enemies."
Jiao Tu grinned, "It’s just a few stabs, what kind of enmity is that? In this world, there are only everlasting interests, no everlasting hatreds. If worse cos to worst, I could sacrifice my appearance, what could such a young and robust lad do against my seduction?"
Yun Yang said resolutely, "No!"
Jiao Tu scoffed and put her hat back on.
Yun Yang whispered, "I’ll go take a look."
With that, he jumped down, his body floating lightly to the ground like a piece of paper.
Yun Yang silently approached the household and suddenly pushed open the door, "What are you doing?!"
Inside, Chen Ji was tapping the walls with his knuckles. Seeing Yun Yang enter, he expressed surprise, "I am searching this household, Lord Yunyang, what brings you here?"
Yun Yang circled Chen Ji skeptically, "How co you’ve been searching for so long?"
Chen Ji replied helplessly, "Lord Yunyang, all colleagues conduct their searches this thoroughly, what’s wrong with what I’m doing?"
The next mont, Yun Yang scoffed, "Don’t move, or I’ll take your life."
He searched through Chen Ji’s clothing, looking for hidden items. However, after a long search, he found nothing.
Chen Ji laughed, "Lord Yunyang, there have been misunderstandings between us before, but now we are colleagues. Let us set aside our suspicions and diligently serve Lord Pri Minister."
Yun Yang also smiled, "Very well, that’s good. Keep searching, I’ll go check other places."
He turned and walked out the door.
Inside the house, Chen Ji; outside, Yun Yang, both suppressed their smiles.
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As winter days darkened early, pedestrians, heads down, hurried ho.
Jin Zhu, cursing under his breath, led Chen Ji into a noodle stall. He sat by the square table, rubbing his cold hands, "Is Bai Long reliable after all? It’s so cold, so many people searched all day, and not even Consort Yun’s shadow was found. It’s clearly a fake clue."
Chen Ji took out chopsticks and asked the owner for hot water to rinse them, "Lord, please be patient. Searching for Consort Yun is now our top priority, even if it’s a fake clue, we need to verify each one."
When the owner brought steaming hot beef noodles, Jin Zhu took all the beef off his and put it in Chen Ji’s bowl, "Eat quickly, then go ho and rest. No telling what tricks Bai Long will have up his sleeve tomorrow."
Chen Ji nodded.
At this mont, Jin Zhu paused his eating, looked up at him, and abruptly warned, "Don’t get any crooked ideas. Rember what I told you, forget what should be forgotten. That’s life."
"Life?"
Jin Zhu smiled, "Everything is fate, nothing is up to us."
Chen Ji looked at the beef in his bowl, "Lord Jin Zhu, if you could live again, would you choose to be a good person or a bad person?"
Jin Zhu thought for a mont, "A bad person."
Chen Ji puzzled, "Why?"
Jin Zhu responded with a free laugh, "The thing I most want to do, a good person couldn’t do it. Eat up."
Chen Ji nodded and quickly finished the beef noodles, "Lord, I’m heading back. You should also go ho and rest early."
"Ah? So quick!" Jin Zhu looked up, astonished, just as Chen Ji stood up and walked alone into the night.
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Outside, a chilly wind blew, and Chen Ji felt like even the breath he exhaled might instantly turn to ice.
His stomach sowhat full, the sheet of paper he had swallowed earlier sat indigestibly in his stomach. He tightened his collar and, lowering his head against the biting wind, walked off into the distance.
After a while, he reached a dark alley and whispered, "Heavenly Master Nine Heavens Yingyuan Universal Thunder?"
The next mont, Wu Yun owed from the shadows in the alley, signaling him to follow.
Chen Ji stood at the mouth of the alley, hesitating, conflicted, but ultimately he followed, stopping before a dilapidated wooden door.
He raised his hand and gently knocked, "Lady, please open the door."
The wooden door was abruptly pulled open, Consort Yun in the plain dress of a housewife, her eyes filled with coldness, "How did you find this place? Why won’t you leave us alone?! If your Military Intelligence Departnt is so powerful, why were you decimated by the Eunuch Party?"
Chen Ji looked up at Consort Yun, "Lady, there is no one in Luocheng City I can’t find. Hiding is useless. I have many questions for you tonight... let’s go inside and talk."
Consort Yun silently moved aside and then closed the door firmly.
Chen Ji stood in the small courtyard, his back to Consort Yun, slowly began, "Do you hate the Prince?"
Consort Yun’s expression remained calm, "Hate him for what?"
Chen Ji thought for a mont and said, "For neglecting you consistently over the years... The whistleblower letter you left in Minzhong Alley, I secretly kept it."
Consort Yun’s expression changed, "You kept it? What does this have to do with you, why ddle?"
Chen Ji whispered, "Do you know, if that letter had been found by the Spy Departnt, Prince Jing, the Princely Heir, and the Commandery Princess would certainly die. Actually, the Prince knew that the Commandery Princess wasn’t his biological daughter. The look on his face that day when he saw Han Tong ant that he knew all this. You really shouldn’t have tried to take his life over this."
Consort Yun was silent for a long ti and then sneered, "He knew, of course he knew! Because he never touched once after marrying into the Prince Mansion!"
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