On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

Inside the Ninth Prince’s Palace.

Under the grape trellis, two young men of similar age but very different temperaments were enjoying a cup of tea.

One of the young men was very handsome, but his face had a coldness that was very different from his age and temperament. He looked like those little kids pretending to be adults with a stern face, which was particularly strange and funny.

Soon, the servant came to report that Su Sui'an had left.

Murong Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the person in front of him who was washing the tea set slowly and with a stern face.

From the moment he stepped into the Ninth Prince's Mansion, someone's face had become as dark as the bottom of a pot. If Murong Qi hadn't known that he hadn't offended this master recently, he would have dared not appear within three feet of him.

Adhering to the spirit of seeking knowledge when you don't understand, Murong Qi carefully observed the expression of someone on the beam after receiving the look of someone blinking so hard that his eyes were about to cramp. He then glanced at the tea set that was about to be washed to pieces and asked tentatively, "Brother, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Someone paused while washing the tea set. "Any comments?"

"I dare not, I would have died if my cousin had not suddenly appeared." Murong Qi shook his hands and stepped back. "However, Yi Fan and I have rehearsed for such a long time. If it is not needed suddenly, we should be able to understand it, right? Besides, why did we have to fake the assassin's body to be 'Rong Xian'?"

At this point, Murong Qi was annoyed, "I guess after this incident, your Miss Su will definitely regard me as an enemy."

"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Fu Jingrong finally took out the tea set that was about to be washed out by him, arranged it, and brewed new tea.

Murong Qi couldn't wait to pick up a cup, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then took a sip with satisfaction.

“This is called tea tasting.”

With a satisfied sigh, he changed the subject, "But the one who was wronged the most should be Gu Xiuyan. He agreed to settle the matter at Cuihonglou, but Miss Su used this as an excuse to threaten him to break off the engagement. And you were so cunning that you actually used this time difference to make Miss Su think that it was Gu Xiuyan who "indirectly" killed Rong Xian. You really mastered this trick of killing with a borrowed knife."

"Poor Gu Xiuyan, he finally got the hang of it, but he fell flat on his face all of a sudden."

Fu Jingrong tightened his grip on the teacup and said softly, "This is just a matter of course. Besides, Rong Xian doesn't have the kind of charm that can make her lose her mind."

"So that's why you let Rong Xian die in my Ninth Prince's Mansion at this critical moment, and let me die in a cowardly way, right?"

"I see you are just idle," Murong Qi sneered at him, "If you like her so much, couldn't you just use your identity to get close to her from the beginning? Aren't Rong Xian and you, Fu Jingrong, the same person? What's the difference?"

Fu Jingrong lowered his eyes.

Does it make any difference?

That's far away.

At least, Rong Xian's appearance won her a little bit of sincerity.

If he had appeared as Fu Jingrong at the beginning, I'm afraid she wouldn't even give him the slightest bit of sincerity.

Fu Jingrong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his head and poured all the tea in his hand down his throat.

"What's the situation in Yancheng now?"

He asked Murong Qi while adding tea to his cup.

When mentioning Yancheng, Murong Qi's lips instantly turned down.

"Why are you bringing up something so disappointing?"

Fu Jingrong's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "If I didn't mention it, by the time you found out, everything in the house had been stolen."

Murong Qi lowered his head guiltily and dared not speak.

Fu Jingrong continued to ask, "Today's assassin, didn't you see anything?"

Murong Qi looked up suddenly.

"How can you be sure that the assassination is related to Yancheng?"

Fu Jingrong looked at Murong Qi's innocent face, shook his head secretly in his heart, and said no more to him, "Forget it, everything will be decided after my father goes to Beijing to report to the emperor."

After a pause, he added, "However, the situation in Yumen City has become so serious. I am afraid that after Su Kang and his son return this time, there is little chance that they will be able to return to Yumen City."

"But General Su was not aware of the internal conspiracy." It was rare for Murong Qi to take the initiative to defend Su Kang.

Fu Jingrong gently stroked the lines on the teacup with his fingertips, his eyes cold, "Whether it is his business or not is not up to you to decide."

Murong Qi realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, yes, I think so too. But, cousin, what inspired you to finally show your real face to others? Isn't it better looking than the disguised face you wore before and the face you wore before?"

"What? Knowing that waiting is hopeless, you started to use the honey trap?"

Fu Jingrong slowly raised his eyes and looked at Murong Qi with an indifferent look, but he called out a name.

"Yifan..."

As soon as the words came out, Murong Qi's face suddenly changed, "Can't you have some martial ethics and stop looking for Yi Fan all the time?"

At this time, Yi Fan had already landed in front of the two of them as light as a swallow.

Fu Jingrong was indifferent to Murong Qi's screams and yells. He took a sip of tea slowly before giving orders to Yi Fan.

"Crush his throat for three days."

Strangle to death?

Or will it take three days?

Even Yi Fan's ability to change people's voices made Murong Qi immediately raise his hands and beg for mercy.

"No, no, no, I...I won't talk about your face anymore, okay?"

Having his throat pinched for three days meant that waking up every day was like a guessing game. He had no idea whether he would hear a man's or a woman's voice when he woke up the next day.

It's really terrible! !

The other end.

Su Sui'an didn't know how he got back to the Su Mansion.

After Manager Fu learned about what had happened, he was no longer in the mood to go to the pawnshop. He just waited anxiously for news at the Su Mansion.

Seeing Su Sui'an coming back in a daze with Liu'er's support, his heart skipped a beat and he hurried forward to ask for the result.

"Young lady, how are you? Master Rong, are you safe?"

Su Sui'an shook his head and said nothing.

Instead, Liu'er looked at Shopkeeper Shangfu with anxiety in her eyes and winked at him, asking him not to ask any more questions.

Stop asking questions?

Shopkeeper Fu suddenly realized that the problem was serious.

Before he could say anything, he saw Su Sui'an stop and turn to look at him, "Uncle Fu, I'm fine. If you have nothing to do, go back to the pawnshop first."

Seeing Su Sui'an forcing himself to smile at him, Manager Fu felt uncomfortable.