Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the shadows of the trees sway.

In the study of Prince Qi's Mansion, candlelight flickered, shadows overlapped on the windows, and the room was dead silent.

After a long silence, Ye Mo, who was sitting at his desk, put down the documents in his hand and asked, "Are these the results of your investigation?"

Zhui Yun knelt on the ground, lowering his head deeply. "Our secret guards have conducted many investigations, and all the findings are listed here."

Wu Xiaowen, who was sitting crookedly on the Eight Immortals Chair nearby, picked up the secret message on the table and read it through.

He shook his head and threw the paper onto the table in boredom. "All of this is just superficial."

According to the above content, she had been ill since childhood and was sent to Jiangyang at the age of ten. She had been worshiping Buddha and praying in various temples until she returned to the Su Mansion in the capital.

How could such a person compare with the Miss Su in front of them?

She can tell fortunes and read faces, has good martial arts skills, understands medicine and can make medicine. It takes more than a day to learn these three things.

Tonight, the most important thing is that she actually broke through his disguise and recognized his true identity.

Mo Daoxi has a special identity. She is a girl abandoned by the Su family and has been living in the Daqian Kingdom. How could she know the ninth prince of the enemy country?

What's more, that man escaped twenty years ago. I guess now, even Mo Daoxi's brothers would hesitate to recognize him when they see him.

But she could insist that he was the Ninth Prince.

When that man came to Daqian Kingdom twenty years ago, Miss Su was not yet born.

The two of them had absolutely nothing in common.

This is the most puzzling thing.

Wu Xiaowen was suspicious and clapped his jade-handled fan in his hand. "Your Highness, if you are not curious, we should ask all the questions in our hearts today."

Ye Mo rested one hand on the table, his fingers gently pinching his aching brow, "What the secret guards couldn't find out is what she doesn't want others to know."

“I asked her, how would she answer?”

She didn't want others to know, but he, an outsider, insisted on asking.

She might rack her brains to come up with an excuse to get away with it.

This reason may be a lie.

He didn't want to get lies from her.

So he didn't force her.

Wu Xiaowen looked at Ye Mo's indifference and paced back and forth in the room. Suddenly, he looked excited: "Could it be that she had read Mo Daoxi's fortune in advance?"

"I figured out his true identity and everything that happened to him twenty years ago. That's why I can tell the story so clearly and distinctly from such a long time ago."

"From her methodical questioning in the prison today, we can see that she already knew everything and had made preparations in advance, which is why she killed people and destroyed their hearts."

"That Ninth Prince prided himself on his intelligence, but he mistakenly recognized the wrong person to save his life, repaid the wrong favor, and even wasted twenty years of his life on such a vicious woman."

"Mo Daoxi must be filled with regret at this moment."

Zhui Yun, who had been silent the entire time, interjected, "Your Highness, the art of divination cannot be fully explained here."

"If it weren't for divination and face reading, the ability of this Miss Su's subordinates to gather information is no less than that of the Golden Armored Secret Guards."

The room fell into silence again.

There was a knock at the door. Zhuiyun went out to check. He returned a moment later and reported, "Your Highness, the secret guards have reported that Concubine Liu from the Su Mansion has found a matchmaker and will go to the Su Mansion to propose marriage tomorrow."

"Dong!" The teacup fell heavily on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Who did you say that to?"

"Yan Baize, the Prince of the Marquisate"

"That devil who spends all day wandering around in the flower garden!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaowen jumped up from the Eight Immortals Chair and said, "What the hell is wrong with Su Tinggui? Yan Baize's notoriety is so widespread that no parents in the entire capital are willing to marry their daughter to him."

Yan Baize's grandfather was a close minister when the previous emperor ascended the throne. He was granted the title of Marquis, a title that could be inherited for three generations.

Now it is Yan Baize's generation, the last generation.

The next generation of Yan Baize will have to rely on their own efforts to obtain fame and fortune.

The Marquis's Mansion is facing an embarrassing situation.

For most women in the capital, marrying into a marquis's mansion is an honor.

However, the Marquis's Mansion has no successor, and it is impossible to predict what the future generations will be like.

As a result, many people backed off.

In addition, Yan Baize had been spoiled since childhood, had a spoiled personality, loved to hang out in red-light districts, and abused women, and had no intention of gaining fame and fortune.

Therefore, the future of Yan Hou Mansion can be seen at a glance.

This Yan Hou Mansion is basically a fire pit and a den of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Who would have the heart to marry his daughter into that family?

No girl from a wealthy family married into the marquis's mansion, but Yan Baize had many concubines in the mansion.

Before long, some disobedient concubines would be sold and thrown out at will with just a word from Yan Baize.

Many people were even tortured to death by him.

This is something known to everyone in the capital.

"She won't agree!" Ye Mo said coldly.

"She disagreed, but she couldn't stand up to that stubborn Su Tinggui, and that vicious woman, Concubine Liu, who was trying to harm her."

Wu Xiaowen stood up for Su Manman and said, "Your Highness, Miss Su still needs to make an antidote for you. You must not let her get involved with the Marquis' Mansion."

Ye Mo's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic and crisp sound. "Investigate. Find all the murders related to Yan Baize in recent years."

"The Emperor has recently been quite dissatisfied with Marquis Yan's partiality towards his son. Let the ministers in the court report him again."

"Mo Daoxi's identity has been confirmed, and some of her affairs with Liu Xianglan have also been revealed."

"The Su Mansion is facing numerous crises. Your Highness wants to see if Su Tinggui can come up with any other ideas."

"Tomorrow, the matchmaker will encounter an unexpected incident on the way and will not be able to go to the Su Mansion."

Ye Mo gave his instructions one by one, and Zhui Yun bowed and saluted: "Yes."

In the study, everyone dispersed. Ye Mo stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon above his head.

The moonlight is charming and the breeze is cool.

"Without the poison of Huanqi Powder, will she still be sleepy at night?"

At Prince Jin's Mansion, the palace physician had just changed Ye Zhi's medicine and told him to rest well, otherwise the wound would crack and easily become inflamed, which would take a long time to heal.

Ye Zhi nodded slightly and put on her white undergarments.

Song Shuang walked in and saluted: "I have sent Miss Bai back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"She won't come tomorrow."

"Your Highness," Song Shuang said in a rather awkward tone, "She really won't come tomorrow?"

Today, in order to prevent Miss Bai from coming to Prince Jin's Mansion again, His Highness deliberately tore the wound open, making her mistakenly believe that it was her fault.

In this case, Miss Bai will feel guilty. Wouldn’t she run even harder tomorrow?

"Let the Prime Minister know about this." Ye Zhi lay down on the bed. "For my safety, he will keep my daughter under control."

"Yes." Song Shuang accepted the order.

Ye Zhi lay there for a while, and suddenly a faint smile flashed through his mind, "How is she?"

Song Shuang was stunned.

Then I realized that the girl His Highness was talking about was definitely not Miss Bai.

"Ms. Lin is seriously ill, and Miss Su has been staying by her side and has not left the Su Mansion."

"However, His Royal Highness Prince Qi seems to be particularly interested in Miss Su."

He continued, "This afternoon, his carriage with green tents took the person away from the side gate of the Su Mansion and returned after dark."

Ye Zhi suddenly sat up, and the wound on his shoulder was pulled, which hurt a lot.