Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

Lin Zhiruo tried hard to keep a low profile, but the curiosity in her heart prompted her to secretly glance at the messenger.

The messenger's eyes were wide open, and in the hazy moonlight, they were still as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with a unique brilliance.

Perhaps in the eyes of the messenger, Lin Zhiruo was just an ordinary person with black hair and black eyes, but this ordinariness exuded an irresistible charm from her, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Lin Zhiruo nodded gently and gracefully threw the covering black cloth to the ground. At the same time, she tightly grasped the hand that was already surrounded by warmth.

Although Lin Zhiruo couldn't know for sure, the blurry figure in the carriage seemed to move slightly.

The person in the carriage directly behind, even if he couldn't see it with his own eyes, would probably feel the same shock if he could see it.

Just by watching from afar, I felt as if my heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible force, and an indescribable pain spread like a poison, corroding every inch of my skin.

The guards seemed to be frightened by the mysterious figure as well, and they all stood there in a daze. Only the carriage slowly drove away, getting farther and farther away.

The driver was carefully selected by Lin Zhiruo's side. He had an extraordinary resistance to strange things in the world, and he had been strictly ordered not to look directly at the mysterious figure.

On this straight and boundless road, even walking with his eyes closed for dozens of seconds is as easy as pie for him.

Although Lin Zhiruo felt that the guards' reaction was a little inappropriate, they had already agreed that if anything changed, Gao Zhongcheng and others would immediately appear to deal with it.

At this critical moment, all actions must be taken decisively and without any hesitation.

The shawl swayed gently in the wind, like the skirt of a fairy. At this moment, a faint, shimmering red ladybug slowly flew towards the peerless beauty.

The beauty was dressed in plain clothes and walked lightly. The shawl swayed gently with her steps, making her look like a fairy descending to earth.

Lin Zhiruo wanted to loosen her clenched hand, but the other party held it tightly.

(…This guy…)

Helplessly, Lin Zhiruo had to stick close to the beauty and move forward slowly with her steps, just like a perfect couple.

The second carriage had quietly passed by them, and like the messenger in the previous carriage, this messenger was also staring at them intently.

Whenever the shawl dances in the wind, the faint glow becomes more and more dazzling, sometimes lingering on the crown on the beauty's head, flashing dazzling light; sometimes perching on her shoulders, like a lively elf.

The number continued to increase, as if to surround them tightly.

The carriage continued to move forward without stopping. Lin Zhiruo knew very well that the guards were staring at them intently.

But because the two messengers were sitting in the carriage, they could only stare helplessly.

The faint glow tightly embraced Lin Zhiruo and the stunningly beautiful woman, as if a mysterious halo was shrouding them.

When the carriage reached the front of the pond, it slowly stopped. Two messengers stuck their heads out of the carriage and looked directly at them.

It was not until this moment that the tightly clenched hand finally loosened.

Lin Zhiruo slowly stepped back. Under the interplay of the full moon and the water, the elegant light danced gracefully, like a fairy descending to the earth.

The willow branches sway gently in the wind, and the beauty dances with her shawl in this beautiful scene, like a fairy from heaven, which is intoxicating.

Perhaps this is what the messenger's great-grandfather saw decades ago.

No matter how I stare at the person in front of me, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

She was like a celestial being who had accidentally fallen to earth, making the sounds of stringed instruments coming from afar seem like fairy music from heaven, melodious and beautiful.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, this otherworldly beauty slowly raised her hand, slightly parted her red lips into a crescent shape, and revealed an extremely charming smile.

The shawl fluttered in the wind, and the willow branches swayed gracefully as if to cover the figure of the goddess.

The faint glimmer of light danced, and at that moment, accompanied by the sound of the gong announcing the end of the music, the snowflakes in the wind fell into mud and turned into nothingness, leaving only a faint fragrance.

First, petals slowly fell from nowhere, like a beautiful flower rain; then, people suddenly discovered that the fairy had disappeared without a trace.

The white shawl fell quietly to the ground, and the faint glow also dissipated.

The messenger got off the carriage and wanted to find out what was going on.

This person seems to be a competitive person.

(That's why it's so tricky.)

It would be great if we could leave quietly at the beginning.

The messenger spotted Lin Zhiruo at a glance and approached her immediately.

She is a head taller than the petite Lin Zhiruo, with delicate features and full of courage.

She danced and spoke a lot of words eagerly. It was obvious that she was asking who the disappeared celestial being was.

She was in a state of confusion and spoke incessantly in a foreign language, as if she wanted to vent all the doubts in her heart.

Lin Zhiruo simply raised her index finger, pointed at the bright moon on the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, and then—

"..."

Lin Zhiruo whispered the name of a mysterious goddess from the far West.

She didn't know if her pronunciation was correct, but the other party seemed to understand.

The messenger stood there in a daze, her mouth open, and something shining in her heart seemed to be shattered.

Another messenger grabbed the shoulder of the chattering messenger.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiruo slowly lowered her head, bowed, and then left the scene as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a mysterious back.

"It seems to have been successful."

Gao Zhongcheng was waiting for Lin Zhiruo in the building on the other side of the pond.

He and several officials were holding insect cages filled with many ladybugs with red or black spotted wings. These were the adult insects that Hu Lan'er had collected a few days ago.

In the past few days, Lin Zhiruo, with the help of Hu Lan'er, has spared no effort to catch this ladybug.

In the unattended peach orchard, pests were rampant, and the number of ladybugs caught was far greater than expected.

Lin Zhiruo recalled the portrait of the madam, with a faint ball of light painted in it.

The truth behind that ball of light is these ladybugs.

(What a coincidence.)

The madam once said that someone deliberately teased her and attracted a large group of flying insects.

It also said that the way they played a trick on people was to smear dead insects on their clothes.

Some insects emit scents that attract the opposite sex, and Lin Zhiruo has used this method to catch insects before.

The dead insects smeared on the clothes were most likely female ladybugs, and the ones swarming around were males.

The madam only went to the edge of the pond to drive away the insects and used a shawl to disperse them.

However, in the eyes of different people, she has become a mysterious beauty surrounded by glory and dancing gracefully.

(The power of chance is truly amazing.)

Because of this, the madam's position in the red-light district became unbreakable.

Who would have thought that a prank would have such an unexpected effect?

That's what happened, so Lin Zhiruo got the scent of the female ladybug on her clothes.

She asked Hu Lan'er to help her distinguish the male from the female. Hu Lan'er helped a lot this time, and she would definitely reward her well one day.

The results of releasing a large number of male ladybugs in an environment filled with the scent of females are self-evident.

She is already a stunning beauty, so what kind of sensation will it cause if this mysterious effect is added?

What's more, it was under the bright moon on the 16th day of the lunar calendar.

Lin Zhiruo thought of four words - Lotus under the moon, which was the most appropriate to describe the scene at that moment.

"Really? Is that all it takes?"

Lin Zhiruo looked at the carriage parked across the pond.

The messenger had already left, and the others also left one after another.

In order to prevent them from seeing it, Gao Zhongcheng and others seemed to have put a lot of thought into arranging the scene.

That is not a scene that should be witnessed by everyone. If not handled properly, some people might become distracted and lose their focus from official business.

It contains enough destructive power to overthrow a country, which makes people feel awe.

"I did everything you asked."

A slightly displeased voice sounded. It turned out to be Quan Wushuang, who was soaked by the rain.

He seemed to have forcibly removed his hairstyle, leaving strange marks.

He had done his best and, wearing heavy clothes, crawled along the bottom of the pool to the other side.

Without sufficient physical strength, it would be impossible to do it.

As for what he actually did, please don't ask any more questions.

This was his secret and part of their plan.

"I don't care what happens next. I've done my best."

Quan Wushuang kept wiping the water droplets off his face, and his handkerchief was stained with red rouge, making him look a little embarrassed.

"My hair is still wet!"

There was a hint of rudeness and helplessness in Quan Wushuang's tone.

On normal days, there was an old nanny who would carefully dry his hair and fix his makeup, but she was not there at the moment.

He had no choice but to do it himself.

Gao Zhongcheng stared at Lin Zhiruo intently.

This eunuch always uses this method to ask Lin Zhiruo to do things, which is really a headache.

But Lin Zhiruo never refused his request.

The other officials present this time also looked at Lin Zhiruo.

How is this going?

Please don't look at me with such pity, okay?

(Can’t you dry yourself?)

Lin Zhiruo picked up a new handkerchief and began to slowly dry Quan Wushuang's hair.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she were brushing the dust off a precious work of art.