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Chapter Twelve Silver Needle Poison

"The most fatal thing is not the sword wound on the chest." Murong Jingyu looked serious. There were some things he and Yun Wan could only say in private to avoid falling into the ears of others and causing disputes.

"My father died of poisoning." Yun Wan responded calmly. She did not dare to look at Murong Jingyu, as if she was interrogating him again.

"Guan'er, how did you know?" Murong Jingyu asked in surprise.

"The complexion is ashen and the pupils are dilated. This is a symptom of poisoning. Moreover, if he died from a sword wound, he would have been rotting for so many days." Yun Wan's calm analysis made Murong Jingyu feel uneasy, as if she was blaming him.

"Guan'er, forgive me for my incompetence." Murong Jingyu didn't want Yun Wan to treat him with such a cold attitude. At this moment, he hoped that Yun Wan would cry and seek comfort from him.

"Brother Jing, have you found out what kind of poison my father was poisoned with?" Yun Wan's pale face was still without a trace of blood. The past few days had been really hard for her. She couldn't even take a bite of the food and finally drank it.

I went in to order some soup, but soon I vomited it out. The old wound on my hand was not healed and I was heartbroken. But what should I do to this weak woman?

"This silver needle was inserted from the Baihui point on the top of the head. It is difficult to judge after the poison has dissipated." Murong Jingyu opened an azure-colored handkerchief with a clump of Hunan bamboo embroidered on it, which was embroidered by Yun Wan when she was seven years old.

Murong Jingyu naughtily snatched Yuchen's hand from wiping his saliva, saying that if he kept it by his side, he would be able to keep him going higher and higher in the future. When he became a general, he would be able to protect Yun Wan and Yuchen for the rest of his life. Now he has

Becoming the youngest general can command thousands of troops to protect the family and the country, but it cannot protect the siblings from suffering.

"But what did Anshangmen do?" Yun Wan pulled back her thoughts and looked away, but there was still that lingering azure color in the corner of her eyes.

"It is strange to say that it was done by the Anshang Sect. In the cases investigated before, the deceased never had any obvious wounds, and was never dumped in the wilderness and dense forest. However, the method of using poison is somewhat similar.

But this is the first time such a long silver needle has been discovered. I have been confused before, what is the medium they use to poison?"

"Using such a medium must be extremely toxic. A trace amount is fatal and spreads too quickly. If a person is killed with a sword, everyone will be tied up, so there is no need to go to such trouble."

"Guan'er's words are not unreasonable. You must have been influenced by Master Duanmu on weekdays!"

"I thought it was interesting, so I asked more about it." When she mentioned her father, Yun Wan's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt a sense of loss, making her breathless.

"The first time I heard Brother Jing mention the Anshang Sect, I had a bad premonition. But what I was most confused about was who my father had offended. Even if it wasn't the Anshang Sect, it was just under the guise of a name.

If it involves seeking money and not involving love and hatred, it will kill people's lives for no reason?" Yun Wan frowned and thought.

"Maybe he was involved in some trouble or got in the way." Murong Jingyu couldn't tell Yun Wan about the Holy Emperor's secret control of him. It was as if he had pushed Master Duanmu into a pit of fire. Solving the case was now a matter of him and Yun Wan.

The only connection. Murong Jingyu wanted to be the support of the Duanmu siblings. Before, the logical way to protect Yun Wan was blocked. Now, wouldn't he take advantage of others' danger? "Guan'er, I have to rush back to the imperial capital soon. If

If I find any clues, I will report to you."

"Brother Jing has worked hard, I'll see you off." In the end, we still have to leave. Leaving is an inevitable turning point on the road to growth. Facing departure is a protective skill that everyone must learn. Butler Cao's feet have not recovered yet, and he can still walk.

Limping, Yuchen was still grieving and sitting in front of the wake. The mourning hall that was supposed to be demolished was unexpectedly kept for an extra night. Yun Wan had to personally escort Murong Jingyu out of the city. The person who came to take charge of the matter at the time of crisis, Yun Wan Zai

No matter how you want to be alienated, you must not be inferior in etiquette.

"Okay." Looking at the haggard Yun Wan, Murong Jingyu shouldn't agree, but his greed prevented him from politely declining, even if it would be better to see and listen more, he wished he had to just say goodbye, if he could go with Yun Wan

How nice it would be to return to the imperial capital.

"Guan'er, would you like to come to the Imperial Capital to relax after a while?"

"Okay." Yun Wan responded without thinking.

"Let me know in advance so that I can make preparations. When I have time, I will come back to pick you up and Yuchen in person." Murong Jingyu did not expect that Yun Wan would agree so readily.

"Thank you for your trouble, brother. Take care and don't miss it." Yun Wan waved her hands and said goodbye properly when she could say goodbye. Maybe at the next turning point, she wouldn't even have the chance to say "treasure".

The words "Guan'er, take care" were stuck in his throat, making him unable to make a sound. It was like a barb in his heart, causing endless pain. Murong Jingyu turned around and mounted his horse, not daring to look back at that weak face, so he had to give instructions.

He urged his subordinates to rush back, fearing that if he stayed for a moment longer, he would surrender and refuse to leave.

Seeing the line of smaller and smaller black figures disappearing at the end of the road, Yun Wan regained consciousness. The night was always so quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, and even this heartbeat was accusing her of leaving.

Decide.
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