Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

The prison corridor is long and the high black brick walls block the warm sunlight above.

As soon as I stepped into the door, a chilling air came over me.

Ji Xingyao's nose was itchy. She rubbed her nose and couldn't help sneezing.

When I entered the room, I saw the Censor with a sullen face sitting behind the trial table.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Censor." Ling'er had a badly stuffy nose, and her voice was much muffled than usual.

The Censor looked down at the slender and flexible palace maid below with a stern expression.

Perhaps he was busy investigating the case, and his time was precious, so he asked directly, "Ling'er, how many people kidnapped you?"

"Three."

"you sure?"

"Sure!" Ji Xingyao clearly remembered the footsteps of three people in total. When they jumped onto the incense platform and prepared to kill her, lightning illuminated the faces of the three people.

The Censor stared at her, as if considering the truth of her words.

After a while, he asked:

"Three people from Southern Xinjiang captured you, but you... escaped unharmed. Did anyone help you?"

Ji Xingyao replied openly, "Yes. It was a masked knight with great archery skills. He saved me."

This answer was prepared by Ji Xingyao in advance.

She admired Tang Ying and didn't want him to be buried. Besides, it was not his fault that Tang Ying was expelled from the secret guards.

With his abilities, he shouldn't just stay in the training ground and be an unknown coach.

"Oh? Your archery skills are very high?" The Censor raised his eyes and was indeed interested in him.

"Yes, I have never seen anyone with better archery skills than him. He rode a fast horse and shot an arrow through the wrist of a man from Southern Xinjiang from a distance of a hundred meters."

The Censor frowned, he had never heard of such a master of riding and archery.

"Why is he there?"

Ji Xingyao answered truthfully: "He was the instructor of the training ground not far from the ruined temple. It was a coincidence that he saved me."

The Censor tapped the table with his fingers, and it was obvious that his doubts had not been dispelled.

Ji Xingyao stood straight and accepted the scrutiny of the Censor.

She had heard before that the Censor was a man who enforced the law strictly, was impartial, and was extremely appreciative of talent.

Tang Ying just needs a chance to show up.

She believed that Tang Ying would be valued by the Censor with her own abilities.

Finding a good future for Tang Ying is also a way to repay him for saving my life.

Ji Xingyao deliberately didn't mention Tang Ying's name, fearing that he would be exposed as a former imperial concubine's secret guard. The opportunity to recommend him was given to him, and it depended on his intelligence to see if he could take it.

Change your name, use a new identity, and find another way out.

The Censor thought for a while and chose to believe Ling'er's words temporarily.

He took out a purse and asked, "Is this purse yours?"

Ji Xingyao looked carefully and found that it was indeed her purse.

"My Lord, it belongs to me."

"Look, what's missing?"

The purse was stained with blood, which had now dried up. The purse was shrunken and empty.

Ji Xingyao opened her purse and carefully checked it: "My Lord, my money is lost."

"Besides silver, is there anything else?"

Her palace cards were also lost.

"No."

Ji Xingyao's expression remained unchanged as he concealed this detail.

Including her speculation that people from southern Xinjiang might use palace cards to sneak into the palace, she didn't say a word about this.

She was secretly planning something big enough to kill all of her clan.

Since Li Zhao ascended the throne, Wen Yuan was the only concubine who had ever persuaded the emperor to accept advice from the harem.

Li Zhao withstood the pressure and refused to let a single woman into the palace until Southern Xinjiang took the initiative to send a princess to marry.

The emperor is no longer young, and the fact that he has no children at this age is not a good thing for the entire Taifeng Dynasty.

At this time, Wen Yuan became pregnant.

Although she was not the queen, her child was the eldest son of the emperor and the first child in the harem to expand.

It can be said that the entire court is full of expectations for the little prince, and the successful birth of the royal heir by the imperial concubine is the top priority of the harem.

Li Zhao was under house arrest, but in reality, the treatment he gave Wen Yuan was comparable to that of a queen. The Yonghe Palace was like an iron wall. Unless Wen Yuan really grew a pair of wings, she would have no way of escaping.

The people of Taifeng would never attack Wen Yuan. If he wanted to escape, he could only hope for the people of Nanjiang who had a feud with Taifeng.

The loss of the palace card was just what she wanted.

She was eager for people from southern Xinjiang to sneak into the palace so that she could take further action.

Let her become the vicious female supporting role in a time-travel novel, who does all kinds of weird things to frame the heroine.

She wanted to stir up hatred among the people of southern Xinjiang towards the imperial concubine and use them to kill Wen Yuan.

The first step is to conceal the important detail of losing the palace card.

The Censor asked her some more questions, no matter how big or small, such as what weapons the people from southern Xinjiang had, what they said, and whether there was anyone outside to support them.

Ji Xingyao answered truthfully.

She was just an unlucky person who was randomly chosen by the people of Southern Xinjiang. If she had not been rescued by a coach with superb archery skills, she would have died in an unknown dilapidated temple.

The image of the perfect victim is revealed.

After asking all the questions that could be asked, the Censor raised his hand and let the person go.

Before leaving, Ji Xingyao couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency, Minister Xu..."

The Censor looked at her without saying a word.

Ji Xingyao shut up tactfully and turned away.

After coming out of Wei Prison, Ji Xingyao took a detour and came to the outside of Mingyue Palace.

Amire brought fourteen maids from southern Xinjiang. The people of southern Xinjiang have prominent facial features and can be recognized at a glance.

There were naturally Taifeng people in Mingyue Palace, most of whom were palace maids doing menial tasks.

Ji Xingyao focused her attention on the maids from Southern Xinjiang. She wanted to remember every one of them so that if a strange face from Southern Xinjiang suddenly appeared in Mingyue Palace one day, she would be able to recognize it at the first moment.

These days, she had nothing to do and often walked out of Yonghe Palace, either strolling outside Mingyue Palace, or building good relationships with the palace maids and eunuchs in other palaces, and asking for information about the people in southern Xinjiang from time to time.

Within two days, she had thoroughly understood the people from Southern Xinjiang in Mingyue Palace, and she knew exactly who Amire's confidant was.

That day she hid at the foot of the wall and listened to the palace maids gossiping.

"I heard that the Emperor has invited a troupe of actors and set up a stage in the Moonlight Palace, and is planning to attend the opera with Princess Amire."

"Oh my god, the relationship between the Emperor and Princess Amire is so good."

"The Empress's coronation ceremony is imminent, and the Ministry of Rites is so busy, yet the Emperor is still willing to spend this much time on Princess Amire. His grace truly continues."

Ji Xingyao rolled his eyes. Taifeng, the barbarian from southern Xinjiang, couldn’t even speak clearly, so how could he understand the play?

How can a summer insect talk about ice? It's like a chicken talking to a duck.

However, they were right about one thing: Li Zhao was willing to put in some effort for Amire.

The news of the Southern Border people appearing outside the capital seemed to have been suppressed. Ji Xingyao had been wandering around the palace for a while and had never heard any discussion about this matter.

Ji Xingyao couldn't guess whether Li Zhao was truly in love with Amire or had other intentions, nor did he want to guess.

In less than two months, she and Wen Yuan will leave here completely.