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The sound of the falling sound was like turning on a switch, and the whole place became noisy.

"Yes, we have to investigate. Who knows what else the old village chief and the others might have done that was hidden from us?!"

Wen Shanchu looked at the chaos around him and Fang Tianzhi, who seemed to have lost all hope in life, with a complicated feeling, and his admiration for Wang Linglong grew even more.

Wang Linglong was oblivious to the situation around her and was looking into the eyes of a pale-faced man from a distance.

The latter looked at each other for only two seconds before staggering back a step.

Linglong was bored. She turned her head and said softly to the boy who was eating fruit and watching the show, "Let's go home."

Zi'an, who had just eaten the last fruit, heard the words, retracted his gaze, tilted his head, and nodded to Linglong tenderly: "Okay, sister."

Linglong took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, held the boy's hand, and carefully wiped the water stains on his fingertips.

"Next time, if you do something so dangerous again, I will punish you."

This light and simple sentence brought Zi'an back to his senses from his obsession. Looking at the woman who was carefully wiping his fingers, Zi'an responded guiltily and obediently.

"Okay sister, there won't be a next time."

It turned out that Linglong knew that she had let that man get close to her on purpose.

Linglong took back the handkerchief, looked up at the well-behaved boy, raised her hand to help him adjust his scarf, took his hand and walked towards home.

After walking a few steps, a voice called out from behind: "Madam Wang, wait a minute."

Hearing Wen Shanchu's voice, Linglong paused, tilted her head, looked at the woman who ran to her side, and asked, "Ms. Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Shanchu took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Linglong with both hands, "Madam Wang, this is the letter my mother gave you."

While they were talking, the surrounding area was protected in an orderly manner by the yamen runners brought by Wen Shanchu.

Hearing the obvious respect in Wen Shanchu's words, interest flashed across her delicate brows.

She reached out to take the letter, and the obvious weight of it made her eyes darken.

"Wen Shanchu, I don't like trouble."

As soon as these words fell, Linglong's calm demeanor suddenly changed.

The cold and murderous aura that suddenly erupted from Wang Linglong shocked Wen Shanchu so much that she took a step back. However, thinking of her mother's instructions, she had to bite the bullet and speak.

"Madam Wang, your identity..."

"I always thought the Wen family was smart."

A cold and distant sentence interrupted Wen Shanchu's next words.

His eyes swept over the yamen runners surrounding them. It would be better to say that they were secret guards pretending to be yamen runners, and they were first-class secret guards with great skills.

Wen Shanchu suppressed the submission in his heart and lowered his head, "My lady, I have learned a lesson."

Linglong stroked the envelope with her fingertips, looking at Wen Shanchu's respectful look. When she was about to destroy the envelope in her hand, the hand holding the young man was gently scratched. Linglong paused and glanced sideways.

When Linglong looked over, Zi'an bravely reached out and took the letter that Linglong was about to destroy.

"Sister, take a look."

When these words were spoken, the person who was most shocked was Wen Shanchu, who lowered his head.

Before, she never took the man next to Wang Linglong seriously, but now she saw that he could actually suppress Wang Linglong's anger.

Is this good or bad?

Linglong looked at the boy calmly, and the boy's eyes at this moment were stubborn and determined.

Finally Linglong spoke: "Okay, An An will keep it for me."

Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt both happy and worried about the love Linglong showed him.

Judging from Wen Shanchu's current performance, Linglong's identity is confirmed to be of royal blood. He doesn't want to know who it is, but he doesn't want Linglong to have any regrets.

Linglong looked at Wen Shanchu, her tone no longer calm, and she said indifferently: "Mrs. Wen, no matter who I am, please discuss with me before you do anything related to me. Otherwise, the consequences will be something you cannot bear."

After saying that, he took Zi'an's hand and walked towards home.

After Linglong walked some distance away, Wen Shanchu staggered back a step, with beads of sweat dripping from his temples.

One of the sturdy women came up behind Wen Shanchu like a ghost, "Ms. Wen, with Ji Yue's skills, we can reach Lingdu tomorrow! Dangers will also come to the young lady, so please make arrangements in advance."

When Wen Shanchu heard this, she wanted to die. Why did she take the imperial examination in the first place?

When he looked at the woman who was speaking and met her businesslike expression, his heart skipped a beat again.

"Master Ji Yin is not here to protect the girl, but came to me just for this?"

This time it was Ji Yin who remained silent. Thinking of the mystery of Wang Linglong, she felt complicated. She was suspected to be the bloodline of a princess who was sick and unable to take care of herself, but was a master who could easily get rid of her. If such a princess returned to Lingdu, she would undoubtedly become a princess of the imperial family.

Wen Shanchu was surprised to see the cold-faced left leader of Jingling Guard showing a look of doubt about his life.

Feeling Wen Shanchu's gaze, Ji Yin quickly restrained his emotions, looked at Wen Shanchu who was watching the show, and said: "Ms. Wen should deal with the matter at hand as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared in a flash.

Wen Shanchu pursed his lips, turned around and started giving orders.

Wang Le, who was hiding in the crowd, was gritting his teeth as he watched this scene. Although he could not hear what they were saying to each other, from Lord Wen's attitude towards Wang Linglong, he knew that Wang Linglong's identity was indeed unattainable.

In the previous life, Wang Linglong died soon after Rong Zian was taken away by people sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion in Lingdu. On the second day after her death, her body disappeared and the hut where she lived was burned to ashes by a fire.

She didn't believe that a person could disappear so cleanly. This situation only showed that Wang Linglong's identity was mysterious and complicated.

Thinking of this, his eyes unconsciously fell on Wen Shanchu who was standing in front of the yamen runner. He remembered that in his previous life, it was not Lord Wen who had not yet become the Prime Minister who came to arrest Fang Tianzhi.

Could it be that because of his rebirth, all this has changed, or is it that everything that happened to him was just a dream!

No, that couldn't be possible, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

After thinking about it, he walked out of the crowd.

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"Sister, I have a letter for you." Zi'an put the letter in Linglong's hand as if it were a hot potato, and continued, "Sister, I'll get some water. You wash up and rest for a while. I'll go cook."

After he finished speaking, he went towards the kitchen without looking back.

Linglong looked at the young man's flustered back, raised the corners of her lips slightly, lowered her eyes to look at the yellow envelope with gold foil, and a feeling of irritation rose in her heart.

When he saw Zi'an carrying a basin of water out of the kitchen, he put the letter into the space, strode forward and took the basin from Zi'an's hand.

"An An, be careful, don't rush."

Zi'an nodded without saying anything, turned around and went back to the kitchen. He was afraid that Linglong would also let him read the letter, and that he would become less and less worthy of Linglong.