After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

"Aunt, why did you bring me here today?"

Facing Yan Ke's questioning, Wan Ning smiled and walked away, which made Yan Ke feel uneasy. She took out a broken feather duster and rag from the inner room and walked over, saying, "Pick one!"

Yan Ke picked up the feather duster without knowing why and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, I've often heard you say that it's too boring to be alone in the palace, so I'm going to find something for you to do. Once we clean this house, I guarantee you won't feel bored lying in bed when you go home." Wan Ning said, putting her arm around her shoulders.

"Let me clean? Auntie, you know there's another way that won't be boring."

Yan Ke suddenly grinned, and before Wan Ning could answer, she changed the way she held the feather duster, and waved it like a sword, with crisp movements, vigorous momentum, and heroic demeanor, like a heroic female general. But the dust that was splashed in the air also reminded Wan Ning that it was not a good idea to let Yan Ke join in the cleaning.

When the dance ended, Wan Ning clapped enthusiastically and walked over to pull her out of the dust, taking the opportunity to take her feather duster and suggested, "It's really good. Now you won't be bored anymore."

"Are we still going to clean?" Yan Ke asked naively, her face slightly red from exercise.

"I can't afford to hire a princess to clean up here, so why don't we go back to the inn first and I'll arrange for someone to take care of it. Anyway, what I want to tell you is that Brother Qi may not be at home, and Zijian will also be out on a mission. If you get bored waiting in the palace, you can always join my business. There are too many things to deal with here. And after the New Year, there will be a talent show in the palace. If you are interested in the talent show, there are also many things to do."

"Okay, my little aunt, thank you for your concern." Yan Ke did not comment on Wan Ning's words. He put the feather duster and the rag in Wan Ning's hand aside and pulled her out: "Let's go back quickly. Brother Zijian may not have eaten yet. Wan Tao may have missed you."

On the other hand, it was indeed cruel for Wan Tao to let her bear the pain of memories alone, but on the way back, she was extremely glad that she could face such questioning alone. In this way, even if the situation was embarrassing and she had to tell the misfortune of last night, at least she still had the courage to face it.

She was used to living alone, alone, and not being cared for. Although her days in Xiang Wanxuan were full of warmth and care, she was always worried that such warmth would suddenly disappear, so instead of adapting to it, she kept this alienation in her heart, which happened to come in handy today.

At Zijian's instruction, the government shortened the process of questioning, and even the questions were much friendlier. After the questioning, the chief clerk handed the confession to Wantao and asked, "Read it carefully. If there is no problem, just sign and seal it below."

Wan Tao took a look, turned to the end, signed her name, and pressed her fingerprint. She stood up in silence, but her feet went weak and she stumbled back to sit down. She had to use her palms to support herself on the edge of the table and try to stand up. The chief clerk took the confession and carefully checked whether there was anything missing. Suddenly, he remembered that Wan Tao was a little different from the previous parties. She always wore a veil and no one knew what she looked like. If she was investigated later, it would be difficult to explain.

Then the chief clerk came to his senses and called out to Wan Tao's back, who had finally stood up, "Miss Wan Tao."

She turned back with difficulty and asked weakly, "What's the matter, Chief Clerk?"

"The veil is open. We need to paint a portrait of you to seal with this confession."

Wan Tao subconsciously looked out the door. Zi Jian was waiting at the door. She could ask him for help. But after a brief hesitation, she loosened her hands tightly clenched on both sides of her body, dragged her heavy body back to her original position, and continued to kneel on the cushion. She lowered her head, and her hands trembled as she touched the bun along her ears - one end of the veil was fixed to the bun with a hairpin.

She trembled as she pulled out the hairpin that held her dignity, and her hair and veil fell down at the same time, causing people around her to gasp. Wan Tao did not have the courage to look at other people's eyes, so she knelt quietly with her head lowered, waiting for the chief clerk to hastily draw her face on the paper.

"Okay, you can go."

After receiving the message, Wan Tao continued to maintain the same posture, holding her hair with one hand and putting it into a bun behind her head, and with the other hand, she skillfully wrapped the veil rope with a hairpin several times, and then inserted it into the bun to firmly fix the veil. This is her favorite way to wear a veil recently, simple and firm, and she seems to be able to face her disfigurement calmly after thinking about it.

The door of the room was opened from the inside, and Wan Tao slowly stepped over the threshold. The biting wind blew in her face, blowing her veil and hair. She held the door frame with her hand, and came back to her senses in a daze. She raised her eyes and met Zi Jian who was standing in the pavilion opposite. He held the sword in his right hand, his clothes fluttered in the cold wind, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with thousands of words, but no one could understand, including himself.

"Master Zijian, please put me down." Wan Tao's hands were suspended in the air, and she deliberately kept a distance from him, but now her whole body was in his arms, where could she hide?

Zijian also deliberately kept a distance from her. He was far away when the questioning began, but he couldn't help but walk closer step by step, and finally waited patiently in the pavilion. When he saw her come out, he was about to turn around and leave, but after taking a few steps, he looked back and found that she was holding the door and staggering forward. Although it was difficult, her eyes were full of stubbornness. Zijian couldn't bear to turn back, so he took her hand and handed her the sword. His fingers were cold - God knows how long he had been waiting here. He bent down, held Wantao in his arms, and strode forward.

"Princess Le Yan has told me to take good care of you. Miss Wan Tao wants me to disobey the princess's order?"

"No."

"Then stay still and take a rest. We'll be there soon."

"Ah."

This was the tenderness that Wan Tao had never dared to imagine or miss. She stopped talking and silently recorded this brief tenderness. Zi Jian was driving a carriage on the street, shaking and swaying. There was constant noise around him. Wan Tao fell asleep in such an environment. She didn't know how long it had been until the ghost of Xiao Lao Da appeared in her dream, pinching her neck fiercely to seek revenge, and she woke up from the dream.

"Ah--", she opened her eyes in panic and confirmed that she was in the carriage. The door of the carriage was opened from the outside, revealing Zijian's worried face.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I've been sleeping for a long time."

"Not long after, I didn't call you because you were sleeping soundly." Seeing Wan Tao was a little flustered, Zi Jian explained: "We are in the backyard of the inn now. Princess Le Yan hasn't come back yet. Can I take you back to your room?"

Wan Tao nodded, still in shock, and let Zijian take her back to her room. However, he did not leave immediately and seemed to be hesitant to say something.

"Master Zijian, is there anything else?" Wan Tao asked proactively.

Zijian lowered his head and hesitated. Before leaving, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "Did Boss Xiao mention anything to the young lady before he died?"

Wan Tao subconsciously clenched her fists, turned sideways to look at the window beside her, and asked in a trembling voice: "What? He said a lot, what did Master Zijian refer to?"

Zijian gripped his sword tightly and said calmly, "May I mention something strange?"

"It's all in the confession. You can go to the yamen and see it for yourself."

"I'm sorry." Zijian realized that his question was a bit presumptuous, apologized coldly, and turned away in frustration.

"No regrets." Zijian stopped walking and turned back when he heard the voice, anxiously looking at Wantao's back. Wantao turned her head slightly, timidly glimpsed the expression on his face through the corner of her eye, and continued to answer: "He mentioned that he had avenged his great revenge not long ago and found the woman who had caused him pain, so he was in a good mood and had no regrets even if he died here."

"Then...what about that woman?" Zijian used all his strength to hold the sword in his hand, his voice trembling a little.

Wan Tao slowly turned her head, her eyes continuing to stare at the window lifelessly, as if she had also exhausted all her strength.

"She's dead."