The daughter of the mansion is slapped in the face every day

Jiang Yunxi asked Zhen Zhen to tidy up briefly, burn some incense, and prepare paper and ink.

She bent over the desk quietly and began to copy scriptures with concentration.

Zhenzhen and Nannan were basking in the sun in the yard.

This was also Jiang Yunxi's instruction, asking them to report in advance as soon as they saw Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Yunxi has excellent hearing.

Especially when there is no one in the room and she calms down to read or practice calligraphy, her listening ability is particularly good.

She heard a slight noise coming from underground.

One blow after another, seemingly in a very regular pattern.

The threads of music entangled around her ears, forcing her to pay attention.

Jiang Yunxi immediately became alert.

She had never heard of any secret door in Jining Temple. Moreover, this temple was built on a mountain. If the underground was hollowed out, it would be very dangerous.

What's more, the room she was staying in was an empty room that no one was using.

If there really is an important secret room, the monks in the temple should try their best to cover it up and lock the room to prevent it from being discovered.

Instead of allowing others to come in and out.

The sound was getting closer and closer, Jiang Yunxi's heart was getting more and more nervous, and the pen in his hand was clenched tighter and tighter.

In a moment of carelessness, the ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the paper and spread out.

Jiang Yunxi put down his pen, stood up deliberately, and took a few heavy steps, wanting to try whether the sound was made by a spiritual creature.

The tiny sound disappeared.

Jiang Yunxi suddenly felt cold all over and shivered unconsciously.

So, what was that noise just now?

people?

mouse?

still is……

She was worried about this and couldn't concentrate on copying the scriptures for a while. She simply walked to the bookshelf and picked up a few books to read.

The sound of pages turning was "swish". Jiang Yunxi's eyes scanned the contents of the book, but he did not study it very carefully.

She had read these books long ago, and they were all in her mind, so she knew the contents without reading them carefully.

After flipping through all the books, Jiang Yunxi caught a glimpse of a section on the bookshelf that was particularly clean.

She casually took out the book from inside and flipped through it, but didn't find anything special.

"They are just some ordinary Buddhist scriptures." Jiang Yunxi murmured, "Is there anyone who specifically reads these Buddhist scriptures?"

When she turned to the last book, she felt something was wrong as soon as she touched it.

It feels like the paper in my hand is not ordinary paper.

She pinched it, then quickly scanned the contents of the book and turned to the last page.

There is a mezzanine on the last page.

There is something hard in the interlayer, like a piece of iron.

It is indeed unheard of to hide pieces of iron in a book.

If there were gold flakes hidden, Jiang Yunxi could still understand it, as it could probably be exchanged for a lot of money.

But this thin layer of iron sheet would probably not be sold for much money even if the price of iron went up.

Jiang Yunxi stared at the last page for a long time, then picked up the book and put it against the back of the bookcase to try.

She was about to laugh at herself and say, "I was overthinking it."

As a result, the next moment, the book was sucked to the wall.

The secret door on the ground slowly moved open.

Jiang Yunxi was stunned for two seconds, then startled and tried to walk towards the cave entrance.

A figure flashed out.

Jiang Yunxi suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

A sword was placed at her neck.

Jiang Yunxi's eyes slowly moved to the man holding the sword.

When Jiang Yunxi saw Zhao Changyu, he was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle?" Jiang Yunxi called in a low voice.

Jiang Yunxi bravely looked towards the entrance of the cave, and saw a wounded man standing inside.

"Don't talk." Zhao Changyu raised his index finger and put it to his lips.

Jiang Yunxi listened carefully and heard the sound of someone walking outside the door.

She immediately pushed Zhao Changyu down, quickly took the book off the wall, and put it next to her hand, pretending that it was the book she wanted to read.

"Since you have added incense oil, why are you still staying in the temple? What is your princess doing in there?" Zhao Zheyong's voice sounded outside the room.

Zhao Zheyong was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Yunxi's cold treatment just now, and immediately handled the matter in a businesslike manner.

Of course, he was just taking this opportunity to find fault and make Jiang Yunxi unhappy.

If he really accidentally discovered evidence that Jiang Yunxi was related to the rebels, he would naturally be even happier.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, the princess is copying scriptures for the late Duke Zhenguo and his wife." Zhen Zhen's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and she was not at all intimidated by the momentum of the officers and soldiers led by Zhao Zheyong.

There was a "bang" sound.

Apparently someone had kicked the door of the compartment.

Nan Nan blocked the door and questioned him sternly, "Your Highness, what are you doing? Are you going to break into the princess's house? Even if you bring this to His Majesty and the Queen Mother, Your Highness won't be able to explain it, right?"

Nan Nan's deliberate blocking behavior made Zhao Zheyong suspicious, "Since it is a copy of the scriptures, why can't you show it to others? Break the door open."

A guard kicked the door open.

"Princess, the Third Prince requests to see you." Zhen Zhen entered the room first and reported to Jiang Yunxi.

"Come in." Jiang Yunxi ordered lightly.

Her tone was calm, without any trace of fear or anxiety.

Her eyes fell on Zhao Zheyong, and she said in a tone of surprise, "Your Highness the Third Prince is here to see me? I'm afraid that's a bit too rude. Even if I agree to see you, you should wait until I finish copying the scriptures. After all, the dead are the greatest."

Zhao Zheyong looked around the room and didn't find anything wrong.

"A thief has escaped into the temple. I've been ordered to search it." Zhao Zheyong explained, and he clasped his fists perfunctorily, "Sorry to bother you, princess."

"Of course I should give face to His Highness, but if this matter gets out, others will think that I am weak and can be bullied, and that I can break into the Jiang family girl's room at will. How will I have any face then? How will the Empress Dowager have any face? This time, I am not doing this for myself, but also to have a discussion with His Highness." Jiang Yunxi's tone was full of anger.

She doesn't intend to make a big deal out of a small matter or nothing at all.

If others knew that she would easily reveal the truth, everyone would treat her as a weakling.

"If His Majesty knew that you disturbed me from copying scriptures for my parents, would he be angry?" Jiang Yunxi asked Zhao Zheyong.

She didn't often tell others about the kindness her parents had shown to the Zhao family, but the appearance of Zhao Zheyong had indeed interrupted her remembrance of her parents.

Jiang Yunxi felt that the Zhao family ignored Jiang An's achievements and did not respect his affairs after his death.

Naturally she was going to have a tantrum.

Jiang Yunxi's appearance made Zhao Zheyong feel that there was nothing unusual in this room.

If there was anything unusual, Jiang Yunxi would probably want to make a small matter out of a big deal and urge Zhao Zheyong to leave quickly.

But she obviously wanted to make a big deal out of it, which gave Zhao Zheyong a headache.

The Jiang family has been in decline recently, but Jiang Yunxi still has face in front of His Majesty.

If she exaggerated the incident and told Zhao Changta about it and filed a complaint against Zhao Zheyong, it would definitely not be good for Zhao Zheyong.