C19

The purple cuckoo still had a look of disbelief on her face.

The green jade branch crouched down and used its soft, boneless hands to feel its chest. After a long time, it finally found the file.

She opened the file in front of the purple cuckoo. Yan Jiuke had his own information system, which was secretive and extensive. It recorded everything that happened after Xie Zhangxin fell from the cliff, including how he was saved and survived under the pseudonym Zhaoge.

Yaoqi smiled, while the purple cuckoo stood on the spot, watching this strange smile. She felt a chill in her heart.

"This Xie Zhangshen is indeed a scourge."

Yaoqi carefully took the scroll and put it into her sleeve. Her beautiful eyes swept past the loathing in her eyes. As for disasters, they were never easy to kill.

When the branches looked up, the purple cuckoo had not time to retract her cold and alert gaze, but was now crashing into the teasing eyes of the branches.

"Elder sister, there is no need to be afraid. As long as you know, we have a common goal." The green branch stood up and expressionlessly stepped over Mo Ying's warm corpse.

She walked over to the purple cuckoo with a pure smile on her face.

"Elder sister also does not wish for Xie Zhangzhen to be alive, much less known by Ninth Brother."

A peculiar expression flashed through the eyes of the purple cuckoo. She was very close to the purple cuckoo. She was tall and had her head bent over the purple cuckoo. "How about I help my sister get rid of her?" she charmingly whispered into her ear.

The rhododendron raised its eyebrows as if trying to make sense of the situation.

She knew that a woman who came from a place like the palace where people ate without spitting out bones was not a good person.

Presumably, he was usually pure and innocent, just a mask that was used to deceive Yan Jiuke.

Naturally, it also included the relationship with Xie Zhangzhen.

"So from this moment on, the princess and I are on the same boat."

"Of course."

However, the reality was that all the women who coveted Yan Jiuke would not be her friends. They were all the targets of her sharp blades.

But it wouldn't hurt to use it.

Yao Zhi laughed, "I'll have to trouble elder sister Ziju to properly take care of the corpse, don't let anyone discover it."

On the other side, Zhao He, who had been placed in the teahouse by Doctor Li, had finally finished the last mouthful of tea and eaten the last mouthful of dessert. On the other side, Zhao He, who had been placed in the teahouse by Doctor Li, had finally finished the last mouthful of tea and had finished eating the last mouthful of dessert.

She walked out of the teahouse into the not too glaring sunlight. Amidst the bustling cries of the hawkers all over the street, she caught the attention of a man who was in a hurry.

With a sincere expression, he said, "Little brother, do you know where the Prime Minister's Estate is?"

"Oh, you're talking about the Luo Mansion, right? Do you see that street?" The young man raised his hand and pointed.

"It is the most bustling street in Yan City. There is only one mansion on the street, and that is the Luo Residence."

The young man's face was full of envy when he said this.

Zhao He thanked him and walked down the street. Sure enough, he saw a grand mansion.

The house was grand, as was the front door of the house. Two words were written on the door: Luo Mansion.

Zhao He glanced at the gatekeepers on both sides of the door, too embarrassed to enter.

If she were to pass a post, she would say it along the way:

I was the young lady of the Xie Clan who had just died two days ago. Your wife had invited me here to reminisce about old times.

Perhaps if the Prime Minister's wife did not see this, she would be beaten to death by the Daoist priest who caught the ghost.

Thus, her identity was truly unsuitable for showing off.

If there was anything, it needed to be done in secret.

For example, he could go through the back door.

Zhao He reached the back door just in time to watch a good show.

As a dignified Prime Minister, he went to buy a servant and bought himself the feeling of forcing a commoner to marry a commoner.

Everyone in Yan City knew who Luo Ziteng was, and he was the jewel of the Prime Minister's estate.

Since he was a child, Luo Zi Xun's lips had been red and his teeth were white. When he grew up, he had inherited his father's handsome temperament. The people of Yan City all thought that Luo Zi Xun was a good medicine to wash their eyes of.

This noble little gongzi stopped his steps and unhappily looked at the rope in his hands. On one end of the rope was Chu Huai Nan, who was tied to the rope with one cry, two quarrels, and three hangings.

He did not dare enter from the front door as he was afraid of disturbing the usually ill-tempered Prime Minister Luo. He could only go to the back door and stealthily lead the way.

What kind of person was Chu Huai Nan? How could a mere rope possibly tie him up? He was secretly untying the rope the entire way, and at this moment, the rope was already imperceptibly tied to his hand.

The back door of the Luo Residence was exactly where he wanted to go. He suddenly broke away from the rope and ran into the back door like a gust of wind. He even bumped into Xun on his way to get revenge.

Luo Zi Xun was stupefied for a moment, and so was Zhao He, who was hiding behind a tree to watch.

This child... Did he run in the wrong direction?

If she knew that this child was the Chu Huai Nan who had practiced the Bone Shrinking Art, it would not be strange, because she had never seen Chu Huai Nan perform according to common sense.

Luo Zixian was always worried that his father was still in the mansion. If his father was disturbed by little servant, he would be punished for running away. He didn't dare to be confused anymore, so he summoned a few guards to follow him.

At this moment, the back door was wide open, and the people responsible for guarding the back door were all led away by Luo Zi Xun.

Zhao He felt that if he didn't sneak in now, it would be an act of God.

Zhao He had heard that the Xie and Luo residences had been bestowed by the Emperor. One was the Marquis who wielded a military weapon, while the other was the Prime Minister who held great authority.

Other than the geographical location and the decorative style, the overall layout and size of the two mansions were all the same.

Therefore, the sudden entrance of Zhao He felt somewhat familiar. She lowered her head and walked in a natural manner, as if she was familiar with the road and had fooled several groups of servants that passed by occasionally.

The biggest difference between the two residences was the style of the gardens. Marquis Xie loved Jiangnan, he loved the countryside, and he loved the flowers and flowers growing in the trees and birds. He entered the gardens of the Residence of Xie.

As for this Prime Minister Luo, he liked strange stones and ancient trees that reached into the sky.

Zhao He wholeheartedly focused on comparing himself to the old mansion. Unexpectedly, he didn't know that there was a burning gaze in the grass behind him, following her closely.

Before she could judge who was the superior one in her heart, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Hey, you, stop!"

That was because the voice was very familiar, and she had only just seen the owner of the voice.

Zhao He didn't dare to stop, and even sped up.