My Lord, please respect yourself. I am the wife of a marquis.

General Qi is a loyal party member of the eldest prince, and he also has an army of 200,000 under his command. However, General Qi is stationed in Jiawu City all year round. Facing him is the 200,000 troops of the capital led by Marquis Jian'an.

Su Muxi must find the reason that binds General Qi. The death of Master Qi will only widen the rift between them. If she wants to truly separate them, she will have to add fuel to the fire.

Su Muxi searched for a long time but didn't find what she wanted, but she found a few letters. The letters were unsigned, but Su Muxi recognized the handwriting on the letters. It was exactly the same as the handwriting on the letters that framed her father as a traitor.

Su Muxi sat down at the desk, comparing the letters, and copying the letter from that year word by word.

She read this letter over and over again and copied it over and over again. She was very familiar with it.

The reason for writing them in comparison is that the previous letter was written six years later, and the writing style is slightly different.

Su Muxi used his left hand to write the letter silently, leaving only the code name of the recipient at the beginning.

The letter at that time was written with my father's pseudonym, which was a nickname he got from the underworld.

Su Mu looked at the only empty space, pondered, and finally picked up the pen and wrote two words.

While Su Muxi was waiting for Mo Gan, she kept looking at those two words.

She waited until the ink had dried before carefully putting it away, mixing it with the other letters and putting it back where it came from.

Su Muxi turned around to clean up the ink that she had just scraped off because she was holding the pen with her left hand and the position where she scraped the ink was slightly off.

She wanted to clean the inkstone, but unexpectedly, she couldn't move the inkstone when she picked it up.

Su Muxi was stunned, then she looked down and started to check. She carefully turned left and right, but the left side didn't work. But when she turned right, there was a click, and a secret compartment popped out from the bookshelf.

Su Muxi hurried over to check. The secret compartment was not big, and there was a palm-sized brocade box inside.

Usually, secrets are kept in this kind of secret compartment. She was afraid that once the brocade box was taken out, other hidden weapons would attack, or the brocade box was covered with poison.

Su Muxi took out a piece of brocade handkerchief from her arms and covered the brocade box. When she was about to take it tentatively, voices were heard outside the room. It was the master who came back.

At this time, Su Muxi didn't care too much. She reached out and grabbed the brocade box, then pushed the secret compartment back. Silently and without any hidden weapons, Su Muxi climbed out the window and left.

General Qi pushed the door open and was greeted by a gust of cold wind. He looked at the open window and frowned deeply. He walked quickly to the desk and turned the inkstone on the desk. Click, and the secret compartment opened, revealing nothing inside.

He slammed the secret compartment shut, with ink still stained on his fingers. Someone had entered his study, used his inkstone to grind ink and write, and discovered what was in his secret compartment.

This man took advantage of the chaos in his mansion after his son died unexpectedly and entered his study.

Qi Wu thought for a while and went to the place where he hid the letters, preparing to look through all the letters. He flipped through two at random and found an unusual one that matched his handwriting, hidden in a letter. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would not have been able to recognize it at all.

He was still wondering who this person was, but after seeing the letter, he had already figured it out.

There was a knock on the study door, and a servant came in to tell him that Prince Jingnan had arrived.

Qiwu sneered, he walked forward, closed the window, and went to the front hall.