Chapter 51: Spectral Shadow of the Carp Letter

On the Lantern Festival, in the back kitchen of the Prince Jin's Mansion.

When Wen Shizhi lifted the straw curtain of the woodshed, Old Wang, who was in charge of slaughtering fish in the back kitchen, was huddled in the corner of the woodshed.

He squatted down and inspected carefully.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch the hair-thin strangulation mark on Old Wang's neck, Xia Qiqi's voice came from behind, "Head Steward Wen, do not touch."

Wen Shizhi stood up and bowed to Xia Qiqi, "Her Highness the Princess Consort has also come."

"Yes."

Ruchu was somewhat suspicious. Did Nie Rulan really turn over a new leaf? Was she truly planning to give up? Could she be creating a smoke screen, intending to stage a comeback once they let down their guard?

Qin Susu sat directly to one side, her brows tightly furrowed. She simply could not fathom why the man from just now had wanted her to follow him. With her current plain appearance, she should by no means attract anyone's attention.

"May I ask why you invited me here?" Su Momo sat down opposite Shi Zichen with trepidation, raising her head to look at him as she spoke.

She had once suspected that she was going to die in the Ministry of Punishments, but the heavens favored her, allowing her to see the beautiful sun once more.

That morning, upon learning that the young master was searching everywhere for Su Momo, he had hurried over to comfort him. Yet his comfort was so feeble; the young master's anxious expression did not diminish in the slightest, a sight that pained him to watch.

After Baili Canglian announced this matter, Baili Cangming had no choice but to comply. However, from then on, Baili Cangming never appeared in the imperial court again. Between the two of them, an invisible smell of gunpowder seemed to be rising gradually... Everyone close to them had gradually caught the scent of this gunpowder.

Hearing Shen Yunyou's words, Jin Cheng let out a heavy sigh. He strode over to Chen'er, picked him up, and without saying a word, walked straight back to the room.

The old man used scissors to cut open Huo Chen's clothes, revealing the wound with startling clarity, giving one a chilling and shocking sensation. After cleaning Huo Chen's wound, the old man applied the medicine Mu Wanqing had mashed earlier and carefully bandaged it.

The entire afternoon had been spent trying to notify him. That evening, Du Ziteng and Four-Leaf Clover were getting married in the game and wanted to invite Chen Hao to attend, but after sending out over a thousand invitations, Chen Hao was the only one whose whereabouts remained completely unknown.

After class, Shi Zichen indeed appeared promptly at the doorway of Class 2, Freshman Year. Looking dashing and arrogant as he leaned casually against the classroom door, he exuded an enchanting charm that once again sparked a wave of screams.

"I was just saying that casually, and you actually got hooked? Is your big brother the kind of person who loves to take all the credit?" Lin Yi rolled his eyes at Xia Ziwuan as well, then leaned against the car window to catch up on his uncompleted sleep.

Only then did Luo Qian'er learn that Feng Xuanyu had been claiming illness and skipping the morning court sessions for the past few days. Seeing that he had been feigning sickness for several days now, the Empress felt heartache for her son and sent someone to check on him.

"Is that the place where you live?" Standing high up in the large tree, one could overlook almost everything happening in the courtyard where Ling Yuwei resided. However, it looked like Ling Yufei and the others had not yet returned.

Still, Xiao Yihan leaving the city this time might have something to do with her, as he could guess. But since they were destined to brush past each other like this, then let it be.

"Ziwuan? Are you really Ziwuan?" Lin Yi's eyes bulged wide as he stumbled forward, wanting to lift Xia Ziwuan's veil, but Xia Ziwuan took a step back to avoid him.

"Were you not at the Hanyan Tower with Leng Wuchen? Why are you here?" Shen Birou still refused to give up; she could not accept that the conspiracy they had meticulously planned had failed just like that.

"Your son understands." Hearing Leng Wei's words, a sinister smile appeared on Leng Wuchen's face. In fact, he had long since made up his mind; even if he truly married Ling Yuwei, it would be impossible for him to love her, let alone treat her as his true wife.