The overwhelming kisses were restrained and affectionate, occupying the city inch by inch, as if they wanted to leave a mark that only belonged to him on every place.
Yan Mingzhu felt that she should struggle a little, so that she could not be kissed just because she wanted to be kissed, but her body was completely out of control. Her whole body felt like it was soaked in water, as weak and weak as a pool of spring water.
Until, after waiting outside for a long time, Liu Xiang, who saw no one coming down, said: "Girl, we have arrived at the Hou Mansion."
Yan Mingzhu hurriedly pushed Qi Jue away as if someone had caught him in bed.
"You...you are shameless!"
A sneak attack made her unable to defend herself, and what was even more embarrassing was that she didn't remember to struggle at all!
In Qi Jue's eyes, he could not finish eating. "Earlier at the palace, I made a bowl of steamed sugar cake. You kissed me and said it was a reward. This time, you gave me one as a gift.
Sachet, I naturally have to reciprocate as courtesy, how can I be shameless?"
Can this kind of thing be called courtesy?
You are just talking nonsense with your eyes closed!
Yan Mingzhu was still in a state of extreme shame, her mind went blank after being kissed, and she couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment, so she could only give him a hard kick before getting off the carriage.
"Don't you really need me to take you to your room?"
"I'll give you a head!"
After Yan Mingzhu got off the carriage, she greased the soles of her feet and ran away without looking back.
It wasn't until Yan Mingzhu's figure disappeared from sight that Qi Jue withdrew his gaze. Feiyu stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, can you go back to your home?"
Qi Jue did not respond, but suddenly asked: "How do you like this sachet?"
Feiyu looked confused, but Feiyun first saw the sachet worn by Qi Jue on his waist, and replied truthfully: "The embroidery work is pretty good, but the material can only be said to be average. It's because the servants in the house are slacking off.
Dare you pretend to be inferior and let His Highness wear such a worthless sachet?"
Feiyun said with a serious look on his face, wondering if the servants in the palace were taking kickbacks to dare to buy such sachets, which were not even top-grade. He did not see Qi Jue's eyes darken at all.
Seeing Feiyun jumping sideways repeatedly on the verge of death, Feiyu quickly pushed him hard with his elbow and gave him a look that said, "Brother, shut up now."
"The embroidery on this is folded bamboo, right? It's also trimmed with silver silk. It's obvious that a lot of thought has been put into it. I never expected that Miss Yan is not only very skilled in martial arts, she's also a very good actress!"
Feiyun closed his mouth instantly and looked at Feiyu in disbelief. What, Miss Yan did this? Then what did he say to seek death?
"She didn't do it."
When Feiyun heard that it was not made by Yan Mingzhu, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Qi Jue Qingqing say again: "The wife of the Yuan Dynasty made it for me personally, and everyone from the Yuan family has one."
Everyone in the Yuan family has it, and he also has it. Doesn't this mean that the wife of the Yuan family has already recognized his identity as the future grandson-in-law in her heart?
Therefore, the key point of this sentence is that the Yuan family has one, right?
"The Senator's hands are really skillful. She personally embroidered the sachet for His Highness. She must be very satisfied with His Highness!"
"Yes, yes, everyone in the Yuan family has one, and His Highness also has one. It means that the Yuan family regards His Highness as one of their own!"
Even Feiyun, who had always been a stickler for Muyu, started to flatter him along with Feiyu.
After listening to the flattery, Qi Jue stopped trying to show off, the smile in his eyes faded, and he got down to business: "Is there any news from southern Xinjiang?"
"Back to Your Highness, Yuan Jinshen has not been found, and the private seal of Marquis Yongyi has not been found either."
Although Qi Jue had never spoken to Yan Mingzhu, he had been ordering people to secretly search for Yuan Jinshen's whereabouts, and he wanted to see the person dead or the body.
What's more, Yuan Jinshen is the most important witness in whether Yongyihou is guilty of collaborating with the enemy and whether the case can be overturned.
"At all costs, we must find Yuan Jinshen within a month. Is there any progress at Dali Temple?"
Feiyun shook his head, "It's still the same as before. Your Highness, why don't I just capture that Sun Yong and torture him severely? No matter how hard his bones are, he can't bear the eighteen punishments and he will definitely tell the truth!"
"Do you think that just one sentence from Sun Yong can be used to convict Marquis Yongyi? The Yuan family has been stationed in southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years and has made great achievements. If not for the annihilation of the entire army of 100,000 people, how could the whole family suffer due to their achievements?
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Only by finding Yuan Jinshen and restoring the truth about the Battle of Yueshan can the Yuan family be freed from the crime of collaborating with the enemy. As for Sun Yong, he has other uses, so let's spare his life."
Does Emperor Zhao care about Sun Yong's slander? Of course not. What he cares about is that he lost a hundred thousand troops. So even if the Yuan family has a hundred years of merit in stationing in southern Xinjiang, once it involves collaborating with the enemy, it will threaten the throne under his butt.
At that time, he had the thought that he would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.
The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. As soon as Qi Jue entered the palace, Uncle Wu followed him and reported: "Your Highness, Shopkeeper Pan from Jinmanlou is here. The old slave asked him to wait in the side hall."
Shopkeeper Pan from Jinmanlou would not normally come to the palace unless there are some special circumstances.
Qi Jue nodded slightly and turned to the side hall.
"I have met His Highness."
As soon as Shopkeeper Pan saw Qi Jue, he quickly stepped forward and knelt down to worship him.
Qi Jue sat down on the main seat and motioned for him to get up, "What's the matter?"
"The younger one came to apologize to His Highness. Today, Miss Yan came to Jinmanlou to buy something and paid a silver coin. The younger one refused repeatedly, but Miss Yan insisted that the things she bought were exclusively customized and not from Jinmanlou.
Some, you have to pay money, the small one can only accept it, please punish me, Your Highness!"
Shopkeeper Pan knelt on the ground and kept kneeling, not daring to get up.
Qi Jue frowned slightly, "What did she buy?"
Shopkeeper Pan hurriedly handed over the account book, "A wheelchair and a private seal. This is a sketch drawn by Miss Yan herself."
Qi Jue took it and took a look. After seeing the words engraved on the private seal, he recognized it instantly.
This private seal was very similar to the private seal imprinted on the family letter written by Marquis Yongyi that he had seen before, but there were slight differences. If you didn't look carefully, it could be mistaken for the real one.
Seeing the sketch of the fake private seal, Qi Jue quickly guessed Yan Mingzhu's intention.
But this sketch of a wheelchair... he couldn't quite figure it out.
What does Yan Mingzhu do as a wheelchair? Who in the Yuan family can't walk? As far as he knows, although the female relatives of the Yuan family have been hit by the loss of their family members, they are still in good health.
Suddenly, Qi Jue remembered that yesterday, Yan Mingzhu said that she was short of money recently, and all the money was used to buy some expensive medicinal materials.
Although Baekje Hall is a medicine shop, under normal circumstances, it only buys some commonly used medicinal materials, and does not spend huge sums of money to buy expensive medicinal materials that are not usually used.
Wheelchair...precious medicinal materials...plus this private seal that looks fake...
Qi Jue's eyes dimmed slightly, "I know this. I forgive you for this matter. Please step back."
If his guess was correct, she should have hidden her person in Baekje Hall.
"Feiyu, send two skilled people to keep an eye on Baekje Hall. There is no need to go in. Only when the people inside are in danger can we help."