Nangong mo looked at the century of ginseng beside him, and his eyes sank slightly. Suddenly, his mood became irritable.
"Send someone to deliver this ginseng to the Crown Princess!" he bellowed to the door.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Soon, someone came in and took away the ginseng.
The Crown Princess was delighted to receive the ginseng from the Prince, and her lingering depression was swept away. Everything seemed to look better to her.
Zhao Min Countess suddenly disappeared, and no one could find her. This was the most heartbreaking thing for the longest princess.
In the Damo Pavilion.
The Princess Chang knelt before Master HuiCong with red, puffy eyes, sobbing incoherently, appearing extremely heartbroken.
Only because Master HuiCong told her that her daughter Ming had been harmed.
"Wuwuwu... Master HuiCong, do you know who the villain is that killed Ming?"
As she looked at Master HuiCong in front of her, the Princess Chang's eyes flashed with a fierce look, while tears were streaming down her face.
Master HuiCong sat cross-legged on a cushion, looking at the Princess Chang in front of him with tears streaking down her face. He made a Buddhist gesture and said, "I'm sorry, I can't figure it out either."
This is also where he is strange. He can only calculate that Princess Zhao Min has been murdered. But as for the person who caused her harm, it's a blank, with nothing to calculate at all.
His calculations were incredibly accurate, and this was the first time it had happened.
Hearing this, Princess Chang burst into tears again, and her expression grew even more sorrowful.
"Master, really, you can't calculate anything at all?"
Princess Chang, with tears in her eyes, looked at Master HuiCong with an unwilling to give up attitude.
Daring to harm her daughter Ming, whoever did it, deserves to die a thousand deaths.
Master HuiCong glanced at her, sighed softly, "Although I am unable to calculate who has harmed Princess Zhao Min, I know that Princess Zhao Min's misfortune is due to her own faults."
"Due to one's own faults? What does Master mean by that?"
Princess Chang was stunned and stopped crying, staring at Master HuiCong, clearly not understanding the meaning of those words.
Master HuiCong suddenly made a Buddhist gesture, "Amen, worshipper, as the saying goes, one reaps what one sows. Princess Zhao Min's plight is surely due to something she did in secret."
He spoke with great certainty.
Princess Chang frowned and pondered deeply.
What could Ming have done in secret?
Princess Chang suddenly remembered that Ming had always told her that Yu Yaoyao had harmed her, and what she should do to the other party.
Could it be that Ming had done something to Yu Yaoyao, prompting the woman's retaliation, which is why Ming encountered this mishap?
Then, she also thought of the clues discovered by the Ministry of Justice, which said that Yu Yaoyao had also gone to the back mountain that morning...
Princess Chang's eyes narrowed instantly, and a fierce look flashed across her eyes.
Whether the murderer is Yu Yaoyao or not, she will hold this woman accountable for this matter.
Since Ming disliked her so much in life, then she might as well go down to accompany Ming.
On the path to hell, it would also be good for her to accompany Ming.
Master HuiCong noticed the change in Princess Chang's expression and shook his head slightly.
Then, he clasped his hands together and recited, "Amen!"
He made a Buddhist gesture, stood up, and left.
Princess Chang was startled for a moment when she saw Master HuiCong suddenly leave, but she didn't mind.
She quickly rose and followed him, leaving as well.
...
The people from the Ministry of Justice waited at Wanan Temple for a few days, but found nothing. They could only leave with a sigh of disappointment.
Of course, Princess Zhao Min was still not found, and the case turned into a cold case.
Wanan Temple returned to calmness, and the seven-day Water and Land Festival finally came to an end.
With the end of the Water and Land Festival, Yu Yaoyao and her party left Wanan Temple and set off back to the capital.
Although the road was rough, the carriage rode extremely smoothly, with very little sensation of bumps.
Inside the carriage.
Yu Yaoyao was bored and in a daze, having read most of the novels she brought. At this moment, she really had nothing to do.
"If you're feeling bored, why not take a nap, Yaoyao!"
"I don't want to sleep!"
Sleeping every day has flattened my head. There's no need for so much sleep.
Nangong Yan reached out and pulled her into his arms, smiling softly, "Since you're bored, let's do something meaningful."
She raised her eyebrows, looking at the man in front of her with curiosity, "What meaningful things?"
"You'll know soon!"
Suddenly, a dry kiss landed on Yu Yaoyao's soft lips, gentle and full of care.
After the kiss, Nangong Yan wrapped her tightly in his arms. His heart was strong and powerful, beating very fast.
"Yaoyao, I think I'm falling in love with you, have you felt it? It's beating for you."
Nangong Yan originally thought of himself as marrying a woman who met his expectations, but as time went on, this woman became even more suitable for him.
Her smile, frown, movement, and action are so charming and enticing that they make people's hearts beat fast.
He felt that he couldn't live without her and was willing to give everything for her.
Yu Yaoyao felt a sense of unease in her heart. Suddenly, she felt guilty. She knew that Nangong Yan was genuinely in love with her.
The goodwill had already risen to 88, which was already very much in love. If it rose to 90, it would be profound love.
And she, was deceiving him. Nangong Yan, when you know the truth, will you hate me?
She had a heavy burden on her heart.
She had feelings for Ye Beichen and Mo Ju, but when it came to Nangong Yan, she just couldn't seem to like him. It was truly just a task she had to complete.
The main reason is that Nangong Yan is not the type she likes. She dislikes men who appear gentle on the surface but are extremely cunning and dark-hearted on the inside.
She always feels like it's fake, like he's always wearing a mask.
Compared to Ye Beichen and Mo Ju, they are more sincere and passionate, and even more crazy. There's a sense of burning everything.
She also likes that kind of feeling.
Yu Yaoyao knows that as a task-performing person, she shouldn't have feelings, but she just can't control herself.
If it weren't for the fact that each task ends with the extraction of emotions, she wouldn't know if she could continue the next task.
Yu Yaoyao looked up at the man in front of her, a feeling of guilt flashing across her heart.
"I'm sorry, Nangong Yan. Other than love, I can give you anything."
Although she thought this way, what came out of her mouth was something completely different.
"Master, I heard you!"
She pulled Nangong Yan's hand and placed it on her chest: "It's also beating for you."
"Don't call me Master anymore. Call me Yan. I want to hear you call me that."
Yu Yaoyao hesitated for a moment, then smiled and called out, "Yan."
"From now on, just call me Yan. Call me Yan every day."
Nangong Yan's arm around her waist tightened slightly, his gaze soft and gentle, filled with affection.
Suddenly, a cold arrow shot into the carriage from outside. Fortunately, this carriage was sturdy, only revealing a bit of cold, sharp arrowhead, most of which remained outside.
But even so, Yu Yaoyao was startled. Then her expression became alert.
Nangong Yan's expression cooled. Although he didn't bring many guards, the carriages of several families had set off together for the capital.
Even the carriage of the crown prince was inside. Who is so bold as to dare to strike?
The sound of clashing blades and the metallic clash of sword strikes came from outside the carriage. As the blades crossed, some people began to move closer to the carriage, hacking wildly with their swords and spears.
"Yuanchun, protect the crown prince's consort."
Nangong Yan gave instructions to Yuan Chun, who was protecting the carriage.
Then, he drew out a gleaming sword from the carriage's cabinet and said to Yu Yaoyao, "Stay safely in the carriage and don't come out."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Yu Yaoyao to respond and leaped out of the carriage.
Yu Yaoyao drew back the carriage curtain, and she saw a dense crowd of dark-clad men outside. There were at least several dozen of them. Their auras were dark, and their martial techniques were similar. It was as if they had been specially trained as assassins.
Yuan Chun stood guard in front of the carriage, fully alert. Any dark-clad man who approached the carriage was mercilessly cut down by him.
Although Yuan Chun was a servant of Nangong Yan, few people knew that he was also not weak in martial arts.
"Where did these assassins come from?"
Yu Yaoyao furrowed her brows as she looked around. She noticed that these assassins did not seem to be from the same group.
Another group of black-clad assassins were attacking Nangong Yan.
But to say they wanted to kill him was not quite accurate. The dark-clad assassins were indeed ferocious in their attacks, but they were not lethal.
It seemed that their intention was only to injure him.
Another group of black-clad assassins were surrounding this carriage.
Compared to the group of black-clad assassins who were attacking Nangong Yan, these men were more ferocious. Almost every move they made was fatal.
Yu Yaoyao knew at a glance that it was aimed at her. Just by looking at the fact that the other carriages were not being attacked, she could tell that it was her carriage they were targeting.
