Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Si Wenming and Li Lingyan rushed to Wanhua Valley and passed the message to Si Fangfang. About an hour later, Si Fangfang came in plain clothes.

When the two saw this, they immediately understood and did not ask any more questions.

Si Fangfang led the two into the valley, speaking in a steady tone and with a calm expression, "Master passed away suddenly, and there are many things that have not been completed. I have to stay for a few more days to deal with the afterlife, and then go to Hefengju."

"The most important thing is to take care of your master's affairs after his death." Si Wenming looked at the scenery in the valley as he walked.

Si Fangfang hesitated to speak, "With my senior sisters taking care of everything, I don't have much to do, except... the head of the family, Master..."

Si Fangfang was just about to speak when she saw Bai Sangruo, dressed in plain clothes, approaching gracefully.

Her eyes were red and swollen, full of sadness, but her complexion was good because she applied light makeup, and her lips were tinted a light peach pink.

Against the backdrop of her plain clothes, she looked as pitiful and charming as a lotus in the wind, very touching.

Bai Sangruo had never met Li Lingyan, but had met Si Wenming twice. He bowed slightly and said, "Sangruo greets the head of the Si family. Our master has just passed away. I'm sure she would be pleased if you could come and see him off."

"Miss Bai, please accept my condolences!" Si Wenming said lightly, and Li Lingyan nodded.

Bai Sangruo bowed and left with her maid. After they were far away, she looked back at them.

"Inform the master that Si Wen has come to Wanhua Valley." Bai Sangruo whispered in the maid's ear with a cold voice.

After he finished speaking, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

When she saw someone coming, that smile instantly disappeared among the blooming flowers, and her face immediately became sad.

Si Wenming also turned around and glanced at Bai Sangruo. There was a deep meaning in his eyes, but his face remained cold.

Li Lingyan asked embarrassedly: "Have you seen Lao Mu?"

Si Fangfang nodded, "This time it's all thanks to it..." As she spoke, she glanced around and said, "We'll talk about it later."

Si Wenming looked at Si Fangfang meaningfully, exchanged glances with Li Lingyan, and the three of them walked quietly.

After walking a long way, the three of them entered the room where Shi Xin had lived, pressed the mechanism under the bed, and entered the secret room.

Si Fangfang took out a brocade handkerchief from her bosom and slowly opened it. Several silver needles as thin as hair caught her eye.

"Silk needle?" Si Wenming picked up one and looked at it carefully.

Si Fangfang also picked up one and said, "I am well versed in pharmacology, but I have never seen this kind of needle. How does the master know it?"

Si Wenming pulled up a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

He had been tortured with acupuncture since he was a child, so he naturally recognized it.

In order to torture him, the princess asked the medicine saint of Qi to make them, with various materials and shapes... Although the silk needle had never been used on his body, he had seen it in the needle bag.

Every time when she selected a needle, she would tell him with great interest about its efficacy, its special features, what kind of poison it was suitable for, and who it could be used against...

Li Lingyan recalled that when he was a child, he occasionally saw many needle holes on Si Wenming's arms and back. When he asked him what happened, he just smiled and did not answer.

At this moment, looking at that bitter smile, Li Lingyan's heart sank and his expression was complicated.

Si Wenming didn't care at all, and there was no ripple on his face. "There is a traitor in the valley. Perhaps he had bad intentions when he entered the valley."

"Could it be related to Li Mochen?" Li Lingyan curled his fingers slightly and asked curiously.

Si Fangfang's eyes were filled with astonishment. "Second Prince?"

"Li Mochen and Feng Mucheng are master and disciple, so the murder of Shixin must be to help Feng Mucheng. However, any murder is either for revenge or to destroy the evidence. As far as I know, Shixin and Feng Mucheng have no hatred, so it can only be that... Shixin has something of Feng Mucheng in his hands."

Si Wenming paced back and forth, thinking deeply, "This thing is very likely to be fatal to Feng Mucheng... He must have used it in the early stage... But why did he do it now? Fang Fang once said that Master's health has not been good for more than a year. It can be seen that he did it a year ago, but it didn't take his life. Why can't he hold back recently?"

"A big event is approaching, and they are afraid of... the birthday! Feng Muchen's birthday!" Li Lingyan suddenly thought of it and blurted out.

Si Fangfang suddenly touched her chest, hesitated for a while, took out a white silk handkerchief, and handed it to Si Wenming, "Master, this was given to me a few days ago, and it told me to find the orphan of the old witch king."

Si Wenming looked through the empty handkerchief and whispered, "Xiao Mo!"

"Yu Xiaomo?" Si Fangfang asked curiously, "You mean Yu Xiaoqiao's brother Yu Xiaomo?"

Li Lingyan took the handkerchief and looked at it carefully.

Si Wenming looked at Si Fangfang and said, "It's hard to explain right now. Just pretend you didn't notice anything and take care of Senior Shi's funeral. I'll take the handkerchief back with me."

"it is good!"

Si Wenming and Li Lingyan came out of the secret room and went to the mourning hall to pay tribute to Shi Xin.

Then, carry Lao Mu and leave the Valley of Flowers.

Along the way, Li Lingyan studied the old wood as if he were studying a heavenly book.

The claws, nose, ears... even the mud stains in the claws were all thoroughly examined by Li Lingyan.

Lao Mu was uncomfortable with the fork being pulled out by him. He tried to break free several times, but all his efforts were in vain. He could only roar angrily "Woof woof woof".

Si Wenming smiled upon seeing this, and held Lao Mu in his arms to comfort him.

However, halfway through the journey, he asked Li Lingyan to go back to Hefengju first, and he carried Lao Mu and turned back to the posthouse.

Si Wenming handed over the visiting card openly.

Li Mochen looked at the visiting card with a calm face, slowly stood up and went out to greet it.

He smiled politely and pleasantly, "Marquis Wennan, when did you come to Northern Frontier?"

"It's almost the same as Your Highness. Please forgive me for being late to meet you! Now that I'm here, it's my turn to celebrate the birthday of the Witch King. I wonder if Your Highness would be able to add me to the birthday celebration list?" Si Wenming responded coldly and nonchalantly.

Li Mochen glanced at Si Wenming meaningfully, with a playful smile on his lips, "Marquis Wennan, who has always liked quietness, took the initiative to join in the fun today! I... will join in."

Li Mochen stared at the dog in Si Wenming's arms, "Is this the dog of Princess Anping? Is she here too?"

"She's here. She's been complaining about having trouble sleeping lately and having weird dreams. Oh, she also dreamed about you, saying that when you were a child, you worshipped Feng Muchen as your teacher and practiced witchcraft. That's interesting." Si Wenming seemed to be unintentional and was telling it as a joke.

Li Mochen's eyes froze imperceptibly, and then they were covered with his usual gentle gaze, "Miss Yu, you are a strange person. Your dream is so shocking... I will definitely come to your house to have a visit some other day. It is a happy thing to meet an old friend in a foreign land!"

"no problem."

The two continued to exchange a few polite words. Si Wenming said he wanted to go see Chu Wan, and Li Mochen asked someone to lead him there.