"Most of the people who served in the Yuming Palace back then have passed away, but my subordinates recently found out that a palace maid disappeared mysteriously that night. Afterwards, someone saw traces of her in Jinzhou."
Jinzhou is the only place we must pass during this southern tour.
Ye Tinglan's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this.
"Order someone to investigate. Don't alarm anyone about this matter."
"yes."
Qi Xuan nodded, remembering the situation he had just asked, and hesitantly said, "There is one more thing."
"My subordinates have investigated and found that the burns on the princess's face happened after the palace banquet. Judging from the time, it is most likely related to the leak of the Yuming Palace..."
The burns that appeared at that point are hard not to be reminiscent of.
This result was unexpected. Ye Tinglan flexed his knuckles and tightened them tightly, and the breath around his body suddenly sank.
"Jinzhou, go in person."
Qi Xuan was slightly startled, "Your Majesty, the southern tour is coming soon, and you don't have many available manpower at the moment. My subordinates..."
All secret guards have been sent out to investigate Feng Yinwan's whereabouts. During this southern tour, Ye Tinglan is undoubtedly the target of all forces, and he cannot be followed by anyone.
Unexpectedly, those thin lips were unusually cold.
"Needless to say, there has been no news from Chengyan for several days. Please drop by and take a look during this trip."
Qi Xuan pursed his lips when he heard this, and had no choice but to respond, "Yes."
…
Feng Yinwan noticed something was wrong on the third day.
This abnormality was specifically reflected in the fact that after Feng Wuxi secretly arranged all the matters in the villa, he carried his luggage and arrived at her residence.
Feng Yinwan looked at him and then at the bundle in his hand, feeling confused for a moment.
"Pavilion Master, please rest assured. I will keep my promise and take good care of Miss Li'er."
There is also Ye Tingyan's spy in Wuxi Pavilion. If Feng Wuxi wants to leave, he must leave a reliable person to guard him.
Feng Yinwan thought she was the reliable person, but Feng Wuxi glanced at her, waved his hand, and threw the baggage over.
"If you stay, I'm afraid they will have to take care of you and follow me to Jiangzhou."
Feng Yinwan:?
Just kill me and drag me into the water?
She decisively refused, "It's better not to give up. I will stay in Wuxi Pavilion and wait for good news, and wait for the Pavilion Master to return."
"You don't trust my master's strength?"
"Well...that's not really..."
His eyes were wandering, obviously full of distrust. Feng Wuxi narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"I'll give you a moment to pack up and set off before sunset."
He was not sure what this man had planned, but Feng Yinwan was still caught and got into the carriage.
The southern tour has begun, and Ye Tinglan has arrived in Dingzhou. Now they are going to Jiangzhou to prepare in advance.
It was the same inn where they stayed at the last secret photo shoot. Feng Yinwan saw the secret message left at the counter and found out that Ye Tingyan's spy had long been there.
The sky had already darkened, so Feng Wuxi went to the room to put down his things, told her twice and went out.
Although she was semi-coerced to come, Feng Yinwan had no intention of participating at all. She asked the servant to bring some food and decisively continued to study her Qingying Needle.
She didn't get up until the door was knocked again.
"Sir, please come and remove the plates."
The boy came in, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and then left. Feng Yinwan glanced out through the crack in the door and saw that the room on the other side was still dark.
Feng Wuxi hasn’t come back yet?
He raised his eyebrows and was about to close the door when his wrist tightened, and the bracelet that had always been there suddenly glowed red.
"What's wrong?"
She lowered her eyes and glanced, but the bracelet seemed to sense something, and the red light shone unusually.
This is the first time such a situation has occurred.
Feng Yinwan frowned and her eyes secretly froze for a few moments. After a while, she extinguished the candle and went out.
Looking for directions along the way, I realized when I came back to my senses that I had already strayed from the busy city for a long time. At the end of the road was a ruined temple with flickering lights and faint sounds of conversation.
The strength on her wrist suddenly relaxed. Feng Yinwan lowered his eyes and saw that the bracelet, which had been glowing red just a moment ago, was now dead and motionless.
Her beautiful eyes darkened, her fingertips already touched the silver needle, she stepped lightly and quietly walked around to the side of the ruined temple.
"Holy Lord, the Purple Ginseng Xuandan has returned to its throne. This time you are visiting Jiangzhou in person. Do you want to follow the clues and catch them all in one fell swoop?"
The moment these words hit her ears, Feng Yinwan felt that they sounded inexplicably familiar. In addition, the other party mentioned the Purple Ginseng Xuandan, and she suddenly became more vigilant.
After a moment, another voice sounded from it.
"Don't be in a hurry. Don't act rashly until everything is guaranteed."
"yes."
The two voices overlapped for a moment, Feng Yinwan quietly pressed her body against the wall, and through the remaining gap, two black gowns came into view.
This costume... is that of the Xuanyi man who appeared in Jiangzhou last time!
The man who spoke had his back turned to her and could not see his face. The two people who answered her on the other side were also covered in robes, but the voices just now were from the two people who coveted her bracelet in the inn that day!
What are they doing here?
With a chill in my heart, I heard the man speak again.
"Qiwen, you said before that you noticed the aura of the Hailing sacred tree in Jiangzhou?"
The man in Xuanyi on the other side nodded hesitantly, "It was very faint, and it disappeared in an instant. I'm not sure if it was an illusion..."
The words "Hailing Sacred Tree" made Feng Yinwan feel nervous again.
Among my mother's relics are Hailing incense and Hailing sacred wood specially made from the Western Regions... Could it be that these people are actually from the Moon Country?
The hand against the tip of the needle tightened for a while, and just as he was about to press it closer to listen to a few words, there was a slight sound from the roof, and a cold figure fell very lightly.
The movement was very slight. If she hadn't been so nervous and had hidden in the dark early in the morning, it would have been difficult to detect. What is certain is that the other party is definitely a top expert.
The origin of the people in the temple was unknown, and there was a murderous intention hidden on the roof. The situation was unclear. Feng Yinwan's palms were slightly sweaty, and he didn't even dare to breathe easily.
"Holy Lord."
The moment the man in the temple's inner energy surged, the bracelet suddenly burst out with a red light, which was particularly obvious in the pitch-black shadow.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yinwan hurriedly tried to cover it up, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
However, no matter how much you cover it up, it is in vain.
There was a moment of dead silence, and two cold breaths suddenly hit her. Her heart tightened, and the silver needle in her hand shot towards the roof.
This shot was exactly the move that Ri Feng Wuxi taught her that day. It was so powerful that the man on the roof had deep skills and had to step back half a step before taking it.
"Who!"
The people in Xuanyi in the temple were attracted by the movement and immediately looked towards the roof. Taking advantage of the chaos, Feng Yinwan covered her bracelet and stepped away quickly.
Thirty-six strategies, taking action is the best strategy!
Having made up her mind, she ran away without looking back. Behind her, the man's murderous eyes penetrated the night and followed coldly.