After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

The man looked up and gazed at the seat directly opposite him in the audience.

Besides the stage being placed in the very center of the hall, the room on the third floor is located right behind the stage.

He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against the woman's ear: "By looking at the three floors ahead, you can tell which floor is most important to Zhao Qingshu by which number of guards you can tell."

Upon hearing the man's words, Song Xizhi raised his head, his gaze passing over the magnificent stage and landing on the opposite corridor.

The corridor spans three floors. It's unclear what the rooms with closed doors and windows are used for, but many men and women are laughing and joking as they walk by, and many guards are patrolling.

Knowing He Jingyan's plan, and seeing the man beside her looking calm and relaxed, she felt inexplicably at ease.

Having thought of this, Song Xizhi finally felt relieved.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed servants moving around nearby, each carrying a tray. Some trays held fruit, while others held fine wine.

On the other hand, some people had small white porcelain boxes on their trays.

Those high-ranking officials and nobles took the white porcelain box from the servant, held it to their noses and took a deep breath. Their expressions gradually relaxed, and their eyes gradually became unfocused.

Upon seeing this scene, Song Xizhi's eyes darkened slightly.

While earnestly massaging He Jingyan's legs and shoulders, she leaned close to his ear and asked sweetly, "Would you like some fruit, my lord?"

A woman's words are very suggestive.

He Jingyan felt her soft, yielding movements, and heard her breath, sweet as orchids, as if she were coquettishly pleading.

The man suddenly changed his sitting posture and looked at her with his deep eyes again.

Song Xizhi thought he hadn't understood his hint, so he pressed himself even closer to him, his voice becoming softer and gentler, as if it could drip water.

Just then, a servant passed by the two of them. The man stretched out his long arm, grabbed Song Xizhi's waist, and swiftly pulled her into his arms.

Song Xizhi suddenly felt a domineering force around his waist, and then everything suddenly spun around him.

When she came to her senses, she was already in the man's broad embrace.

Song Xizhi felt the man's hot, large hand gripping her waist, the force quite strong, as if he were imprisoning her.

She blinked her big, watery eyes and looked at him innocently: "Sir, what's wrong?"

The man narrowed his eyes, straightened his body slightly, and pressed his chest closer to hers.

"I'm afraid you'll get tired of massaging it too much."

He spoke with deep affection, but his hand was not idle. As the servant passed by, he took the small box from the servant's tray.

The servant was taken aback, then saw the man beside him grab the woman's chin with a lecherous look on his face.

Judging from his appearance, he looks like he's planning to do something bad.

He understood immediately and quickly took the tray and walked away.

Seeing his actions, Song Xizhi was delighted, but feigned shyness and leaned against the man's firm chest, asking in a low voice, "Did you get that addictive drug?"

He Jingyan nodded, looking at her intently: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi sat up straight abruptly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and mouthed happily, "There's evidence."

The man sensed her joy and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

The two were extremely close at this moment, and when they looked at each other, they could see their own reflections in each other's pupils.

The world seemed to quiet down at that moment. Song Xizhi felt her heart pounding and tilted her head to smile foolishly at him, but she didn't expect the man's big hand to suddenly grab her ankle.

He turned her legs around, and the two sat facing each other.

The man moved extremely quickly. Before Song Xizhi could even react, he saw the man lean down and kiss her.

A long, lingering kiss.

My head was a complete mess.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the man slowly sat up and left her lips. Song Xizhi leaned against him, feeling weak all over, her cheeks still burning.

The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was still a little unsteady.

She frowned at him and whispered, "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

A hint of amusement flickered in the man's tender eyes as he explained earnestly, "Someone was watching us just now."

Song Xizhi's brows furrowed even deeper: "Where was that just now?"

But He Jingyan did not answer. He said in a low voice, "The second floor has the most guards. It's the second room on the left on the second floor."

After saying this, he stood up and pulled Song Xizhi towards the second floor.

The two were walking one after the other, with He Jingyan walking very fast, and Song Xizhi was being led by him to jog along the way.

The two men's impatient appearance did not arouse suspicion, but at this moment, a fat man with a staggering gait appeared in front of them.

Whether it was from too much drug or alcohol, he was staggering as he walked. But when he looked up and caught sight of Song Xizhi with his unfocused eyes, his expression turned lecherous.

He looked Song Xizhi up and down, finally fixing his gaze on Song Xizhi's chest.

Normally, Song Xizhi would hate this kind of gaze the most, but now, she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She gently adjusted her hair, the movement lifting her dress and highlighting her graceful figure perfectly.

"Beauty..." the fat, big-eared man murmured in a daze.

Song Xizhi seemed startled, and stepped back, looking at the man in front of her with a timid expression, as if she were both avoiding him and inviting him.

The man trembled with excitement.

He Jingyan, who was walking ahead, stopped abruptly upon hearing this.

He frowned slightly and turned around, only to see Song Xizhi looking extremely charming.

But when their eyes met, her expression turned serious and earnest.

He Jingyan knew immediately what she wanted to do, but seeing her alluring, disheveled appearance, he was still somewhat displeased.

He tried hard to suppress his displeasure, took a step forward, and with a gust of wind, swung his fist directly at the man's face.

"You think you can even covet my woman?"

The fat, big-eared man was all bark and no bite. After being hit by He Jingyan, he fell to the ground, and even his mask was knocked off.

Without the mask, the man's face was clearly seen. He was a notorious playboy in the capital, who spent his days indulging in drinking, gambling, whoring, and all sorts of evil deeds.

It is likely that Zhao Qingshu lured him here, intending to use this as leverage against his father, who had a child late in life.

The pain in his cheek brought him to his senses. This spoiled brat, who was known for his wickedness, showed no fear now. He spat out blood from his mouth and sneered again.

"Your woman? The women in this room are all shared! How come it's become yours to enjoy all the attention?"

He pushed himself up with his hands and struggled to his feet: "Whoever grabs it gets to keep it!"

Hearing this, He Jingyan seemed very angry. The veins on his neck bulged, and he rushed forward and started fighting with him.

The guards on the second floor saw this and rushed forward to stop them.

He Jingyan's kung fu was truly amazing; he practically beat the纨绔 (playboy) to the point of being powerless to fight back. Several guards couldn't pull him away, so they hurriedly called for others.

His every move was fluid and graceful, and his strikes were particularly beautiful, like a performance, yet his actions contained a ruthless force, as if he wanted to kill the person.

His actions not only attracted many guards, but also passersby who couldn't help but gather around to watch.

Looking at He Jingyan's angry back, Song Xizhi thought to himself that he really acted like a man.

I thought that a general as upright and honorable as him couldn't possibly act so lecherous, but now that he's fighting, he's just a complete playboy!

As Song Xizhi watched the crowd gradually surround the two fighters, she slowly took a step back and withdrew from the circle.

Seeing the guards on the second floor rushing over, Song Xizhi remembered He Jingyan's instructions and hurriedly went to the second room on the second floor.

She used the copper wire He Jingyan had given her to twist the lock on the door haphazardly a few times.

The man had already adjusted the shape of the copper wire, and with a casual twist, it actually opened.

Song Xizhi left the lock loose and took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the house, then hurriedly closed the door.

The room was a completely different world, incredibly spacious. In the very center of the room was a desk, but on three sides were tall cabinets filled with all sorts of tools.

There was even a bed in the corner.

But what's most eye-catching is the huge painting behind the desk.

The painting depicts a woman whose body is bound with red thread, which probably represents Zhao Qingshu's deepest desires.

Song Xizhi crouched down and jogged to the desk, where he squatted down and began flipping through the documents on it.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhao Qingshu's desk was filled with poems, songs, storybooks, and erotic pictures.

Song Xizhi looked at the things in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.

Given Zhao Qingshu's cautious nature, he probably wouldn't leave his most important items so casually on his desk.

It should be placed in the place he values ​​most...

She pursed her lips, then suddenly turned around and looked at the huge painting behind the desk.

When Song Xizhi lifted the painting, sure enough, he found a hidden compartment behind it.

The hidden compartment was square, seemingly just big enough to hold a basic booklet, but what puzzled her most was that it wasn't locked.

Song Xizhi tilted her head, feeling something was wrong. She carefully felt around the hidden compartment and found a strand of hair in the crevice.

This is probably the mark that Zhao Qingshu made.

She memorized the location of the hair strand, carefully gathered it up, held it in her palm, and then slowly opened the hidden compartment.

Inside, I found a thick booklet that looked like an account book.

Song Xizhi's eyes suddenly lit up, realizing that this was exactly what she was looking for.

She first memorized the location of the booklet before taking it out and flipping through it with great anticipation.

But when Song Xizhi saw the first line of words in the booklet, he was completely stunned.