Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

The man gritted his teeth and said, "I have evidence. Take that secret letter from my sleeve and give it to Madam Hou so she can identify whether it is the Emperor's handwriting or not!"

Ying paused for a moment, then reached into his sleeve.

Sure enough, he actually got his hands on a secret letter.

The man in black shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take it to the Lady of the Marquis for examination!"

Yingyi dared not delay and immediately delivered the secret letter to Lin Yiwan.

She asked in surprise, "What did you say? He confessed that he was acting on the Emperor's orders?"

Ying nodded with a complicated expression: "Yes, he told me himself, and also said that Madam should be able to recognize the Emperor's handwriting!"

Lin Yiwan was filled with doubts; she absolutely refused to believe that her father would send someone to take her life.

She instinctively unfolded the secret letter and saw familiar handwriting: "Reclaim the roster by any means necessary, and kill anyone who obstructs us!"

Lin Yiwan's eyes gradually blurred; it was indeed her father's handwriting.

He... he actually ordered someone to kill her?

She gripped the secret letter tightly, her pretty face suddenly turning deathly pale.

Yingyi quickly spoke up: "Madam, perhaps this secret letter is forged? I think the most important thing for you right now is to stay calm and not be provoked by the man in black. I'm afraid the person who secretly instigated this is trying to force you and your father to become enemies!"

Yingyi's voice was like a thunderclap, splitting the chaos in Lin Yiwan's mind.

She looked up abruptly, her eyes still brimming with tears, and the fingertips gripping the secret letter turned bluish-white from the force.

The handwriting on the secret letter was etched into her very bones. It was the starting and ending strokes that her father used when he personally wrote his imperial edicts. She had seen it countless times at the imperial desk. How could it be forged so flawlessly?

But Yingyi's words were like a lifeline, giving her a glimmer of hope in her boundless despair.

She staggered back a step, her back slamming heavily against the withered tree behind her with a dull thud.

The snow-covered, bare branches rustled in the cold wind.

She stood with her back straight, exuding a sense of desolate loneliness.

Lin Yiwan muttered to herself, her voice hoarse and alarming: "Is it really a forgery? I recognize this handwriting. Who in the world can imitate Father's Fei Bai style so realistically?"

Ever since she recognized her father, his eyes have been full of doting affection when he looks at her, and he has never had the slightest murderous intent.

But this secret letter was like a poisoned dagger, piercing through those tender memories of the past.

Yingyi said urgently, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead: "Madam Hou, think about it carefully. If His Majesty really wanted to kill you, why would he go to the trouble of sending men in black to steal the register? A single imperial edict would be enough to sentence you to death! There must be something fishy going on here. Perhaps someone is imitating His Majesty's handwriting to deliberately provoke you!"

Lin Yiwan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

Shadow One's words were not without reason. Although his father was an emperor, he was by no means a heartless and ungrateful person.

Moreover, she was his most beloved daughter; how could he bear to kill her?

Could it be that someone is really sabotaging things?

She suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp glint in them: "I want to interrogate that man in black again myself!"

Upon hearing this, Yingyi immediately replied, "This subordinate will lead the way for you, Madam."

The two walked quickly through the dense forest, the snow crunching under their feet, making the empty forest seem even colder.

As they got closer, a strong stench of blood assaulted their nostrils. Lin Yiwan instinctively held her breath, her gaze falling on the barely breathing man in black tied to the tree.

The man in black had already removed his mask, revealing a blood-stained but angular face. He appeared to be in his early twenties, and the ferocity in his eyes was undisguised.

Perhaps he heard the noise, he struggled to lift his eyelids, and when his cloudy gaze fell on Lin Yiwan, a hint of wariness flashed across his eyes, which then turned into a mocking smile.

"The Lady of the Marquis has finally agreed to come see her subordinate in person?" he said sarcastically.

Ying's expression changed drastically, and she raised her hand to slap him hard: "Don't be so smug!"

The man in black was already seriously injured, and now he was slapped hard again, so he naturally grimaced in pain, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Lin Yiwan walked slowly closer, looking down at him with a cold, icy voice: "Let me ask you, who sent you? And who forged that secret letter?"

The man in black, whose face had been turned to the side by the blow, slowly turned back, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Those eyes, tinged with hostility, were filled with a mocking smile: "Why does Madam ask when she already knows the answer? The handwriting on that secret letter is clearly His Majesty's own. How can you say it's a forgery?"

"Insolence!" Ying Yi shouted angrily, raising her foot to kick him in the chest, but Lin Yiwan stopped her with her hand.

Lin Yiwan's gaze remained fixed on the man in black, her eyes calm and deep.

"His Majesty is my father, and I know his handwriting by heart. Although the writing on that secret letter is imitated to a great extent, it lacks his imperial composure when he started writing, and the finishing strokes are more deliberately ruthless. It is definitely not the real thing."

The smile on the man in black faded slightly, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Madam has a good eye, but unfortunately, there is really no one in this world who can imitate His Majesty's handwriting!"

Lin Yiwan raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with doubt: "How can you be so sure?"

The man in black twitched the corner of his mouth, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

He looked up at Lin Yiwan, his gaze filled with a mixture of pity and mockery: "Madam, you live in a noble household and enjoy all the riches and honors. How could you possibly understand the treacherous nature of the imperial court? Do you really think His Majesty cares for you? In the face of imperial power, the bond between father and daughter is nothing more than a pawn that can be discarded at any time."

"Shut up!" Lin Yiwan's voice suddenly turned cold, and her face gradually took on a terrifying murderous intent.

The man in black seemed not to hear him and continued, "That booklet implicates half the officials in the court. If it were to be presented to His Majesty, it would unleash a torrent of bloodshed. You think you're holding it for the sake of the country? Little do you know, you've long been a thorn in the side of others."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Lin Yiwan suppressed her anger and asked coldly.

The man in black slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of certainty in his eyes. "I can tell you who the mastermind is, but you must first agree to one condition."

"You think you're qualified to negotiate with me?" Shadow sneered. "Believe me or not, I'll cripple your mouth right now."

The man in black showed no fear, simply staring intently at Lin Yiwan. "If Madam wishes to know the truth, she will grant my request. After all, the truth concerns the life of Marquis Zhanyi, the life of Madam, and even more so, the fate of this prosperous dynasty."

Lin Yiwan's heart stirred. Zhan Yan held considerable military power and a prominent position in the court.

If anything were to happen to him, the entire dynasty would be plunged into crisis.