The bad ending of the book rushes to catch up with the plot, and the crazy criticism of awakening ta

Wen Xiangzhu suddenly laughed, a faint laugh at first, then he laughed out loud, and the laughter became louder and louder.

The laughter is full of sad and happy meanings.

Shen Jiayu also heard a hint of desolation. Thinking of the setting in which Wen Xiangzhu pursued revenge all his life, or perhaps thinking of his first half of life, he felt a little sad.

Wen Xiangzhu ignored Shen Jiayu's presence, rubbed the dark patterns on it with his fingers, and smiled for a long time before stopping. He opened the box and carefully examined the pills inside.

This pill was ordinary, black like all the other pills in the world, but he knew that this pill was not ordinary. If he hadn't had this pill, he would have died long ago.

The most important thing is not the pills, but the pattern on the box, the pattern of the Kongsang tribe, and a pattern that only the Kongsang Saint is qualified to use.

Chao Yan is nineteen years old, which coincides with the death time of the previous Saint. The Kongsang flowers also bloomed a year ago. All this proves that Chao Yan is the Kongsang Saint.

He was getting closer and closer to his goal. With the whereabouts of Saint Kongsang, everything would be easy.

"Chaoyan is Qi Binwei's man. He has been targeting you. Be careful recently. Once your identity is exposed, you know what to do." Wen Xiangzhu calmed himself down and looked at Shen Jiayu with a terrifyingly calm look.

Shen Jiayu understood what he meant. Once their identities were exposed, suicide would be their final destination. Only the dead could keep the secret.

"Yes, my subordinates know."

"Don't have too much contact with Chao Yan, just be natural. Song Qinghong's time is almost up, you should find a reason to go to her. I will find a chance to drive you away in five days, so take this opportunity to go to Song Qinghong."

Shen Jiayu lowered his head and accepted the order. Thinking of the box, he couldn't help but say something more.

"Sir, this box was given to me by Chao Yan. I am worried that I will have a hard time explaining it to Chao Yan in the future. Please give me the box, or make another one."

In the setting, Wen Xiangzhu learned about Chao Yan's identity through the records in ancient books that she had something belonging to the Holy Maiden Kongsang, but she did not write what it was at that time.

Now it seems that it was the small box that Chaoyan gave her. Wen Xiangzhu learned of Chaoyan's identity through this small box. The plot is developing faster and faster, but she has not been able to make Song Qinghong impress Wen Xiangzhu's heart.

Wen Xiangzhu failed to find a partner, so how did she return home dead?

She must also speed up her actions.

"Don't bother. I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. You should keep it well and treat it as more important than your life. If you lose the box again like you did today, you'll end up in a very bad situation."

Wen Xiangzhu glanced at Shen Jiayu with his phoenix eyes, then retracted his gaze. His eyes remained fixed on the box and never moved away.

Chaoyan is the saint of the Kongsang tribe. There is no one in the world who can make exactly the same thing as her. He would be afraid that he would be imitating someone else and would be found out at a glance. He doesn't know what kind of person Chaoyan is yet. Just in case, it is better to give the small box to Shen Jiayu intact.

Shen Jiayu, who was standing at the door, didn't say much. He bowed and stepped back.

She went back to the room to clean her wounds. The knife wound was just a minor one compared to her previous injuries, but it hurt really bad.

When Li Xiner walked in and saw Shen Jiayu treating her wound, she immediately put down what she was doing, walked over to take the bandages, and sat next to her to handle the wound skillfully.

"I just came back and heard about your situation. Be careful."

Shen Jiayu looked at Li Xin'er who was bandaging her carefully and felt that she had changed a little, but he couldn't tell where she had changed. He just felt that she looked better and better the more he looked at her.

"Thank you."

The two of them simply exchanged a few pleasantries and said nothing else.

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In the mansion of Duke Dingguo, He Congshuang was practicing spearmanship in the backyard. After sweating slightly, he stopped to rest and drink tea.

The maid stood at the door and announced.

"Miss, there is a letter."

"Bring it here, let me read it myself." He Congshuang glanced at the color of the letter, which was blood red, and said immediately.

Normally, letters of other colors would be read aloud to her by servants, but she had to read the blood-red ones herself, because the contents of the letters could not be known to a third person.

The maid handed the letter to He Congshuang and stood aside where she could not see the contents of the letter.

'The assassination failed, no one survived, Shen Jiayu and Chao Yan are alive.'

"Ding Dong——"

He Congshuang was so angry that he swept everything on the table to the ground. The tea sets fell to the ground and shattered instantly, making a crisp sound.

"Not a single one of them died! These two people are not masters of martial arts, and they both look delicate and weak. They are really useless!"

There was a strong sense of unwillingness in her eyes.

The maid held her breath and trembled, fearing that her presence would make He Congshuang even angrier.

"Miss, Miss Gongsun is here."

Another maid came in to report, and the maids in the yard breathed a sigh of relief, and when they looked towards the door, they seemed to have seen a savior.

A woman in a light purple dress walked in gracefully, her face as rosy as a peach and a faint smile on her face, and walked towards He Congshuang, who looked furious.

"Ms. He, don't be angry. You might get angry and ruin your body. What happened?"

She spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

In the past, He Congshuang would relax and feel much better after hearing her words, but this time it was different, she was really angry.

"I can't move Song Qinghong. I can't find someone to kill her. I can't even kill two people who are as insignificant as ants. Why is it so difficult to kill someone in Kyoto? How can I kill them? Everyone knows that I am a joke. Song Qinghong has an aunt who is high above her and helps her destroy the evidence. It's been so long, and there is no more witness or physical evidence to prove my innocence!"

"Back then, I drank the tea on the table and felt dizzy. Someone called my name and I thought it was the Third Prince. I wanted to stand up and take a look, but I lost my balance and was helped by the guard. We really didn't do anything! I am innocent! Rou'er, you believe me, right?"

Gongsun Rou smiled slightly, took her hand and sat down, "Of course I believe you, I saw it all at the time, the guard just supported you, and didn't do anything else. Alas, there are people who want to harm you, and they can say anything. You have suffered all these years."

He Congshuang felt much better after hearing what she said.

She only dared to say a few words about these things in front of Gongsun Rou. Gongsun Rou was the only person who was willing to believe her after what happened that year.

Always standing by her side, encouraging her and supporting her.

He Congshuang became more and more dependent on her. As time went by, He Congshuang became outspoken and told her everything, including murder and his desire to kill Song Qinghong.

But she didn't see the slight disgust in Gongsun Rou's eyes.