The eldest daughter's scheming, the crown prince's exclusive favor to the venomous concubi

Hua Xiangrong rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment before saying, "Murong Yu did mention some things, but he never said that the Qilin Pavilion belonged to him. He had longed to befriend the Qilin Pavilion, but it was too mysterious, and he never had the chance."

As for the others, the Third Prince, Murong Fang, has been claiming illness and staying at home, so there's nothing that can be found out about him. The Fourth Prince, Murong Tian, ​​is only fifteen years old. If he truly wants to contend for the throne, he will inevitably have to rely on his maternal lineage. However, his mother is only a concubine, and her family is not high-ranking officials in the capital. It will be extremely difficult for him to gain a foothold.

"So, it seems that the struggle for the throne is currently between Murong Chuan and Murong Yu?"

Jian Yue narrowed her eyes, and Hua Xiangrong nodded: "You could say that, but what does that have to do with your question about the Qilin Pavilion's movements?"

"I just feel that the Qilin Pavilion and the Princess's Residence have been too quiet these past few days."

Jian Yue's face showed worry, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked uneasy.

Hua Xiangrong rested her chin on her hand, blinked, and said, "Too quiet?"

"Yes, judging from Bai Jianan's behavior, if he hadn't appeared as the head of the Qilin Pavilion, he would have made his playboy ways very clear and wouldn't have stayed home for three or four days."

It has been three whole days since I first met him, and not only have I not seen him, but there has been no word on the streets about what the heir of the Marquis of Qingyan has been doing these past few days.

Therefore, I'm worried that if something hasn't happened at the Princess's residence, then it must be some change at the Qilin Pavilion.

Hua Xiangrong nodded and said, "Indeed, in large companies like this, over time, there will inevitably be people who break the rules. Cleaning out the 'household' is always necessary."

Jian Yue didn't understand the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, she understood what Hua Xiangrong meant. Ignoring the strange words that Hua Xiangrong always used, she continued, "Qilin Pavilion's business is too extensive. I don't know which part of the chain went wrong. Sister Hua, please send people to investigate. Even if you can't get involved, you should still find out something."

Hua Xiangrong smiled, got up, and took off her pajamas. While Jian Yue was sighing, she quickly put on her red gauze dress and said nonchalantly, "What's the rush? If there's a problem with Qilin Pavilion, I'll be the first to know."

"What does Sister Hua mean?"

Hua Xiangrong raised her head arrogantly, walked to Jian Yue's side, grabbed her teacup and laughed: "What a load of bull, Qilin Pavilion! So what if it's heavily guarded? If I want to send someone in, it's a piece of cake!"

"Even the Qilin Pavilion has been infiltrated?" Jian Yue blinked, realizing once again how formidable Hua Xiangrong was. Hua Xiangrong sat down and called out to the door, "Ah Dai."

Immediately, two cries of pain came from outside the door. The door was opened, and the two guards that Jian Yue had brought were sitting on the ground in a daze, their eyes wide open, staring at something in the air.

Jian Yue smiled slightly and said to the two guards, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you about this bird."

As Hua Xiangrong stepped out of the room, the bird landed on her shoulder. The two guards' eyes followed her, and the shy guard immediately closed his eyes, while the other one had a nosebleed.

Jian Yue couldn't help but laugh, so she quickly pulled Hua Xiangrong into the house and said to the two people still sitting at the door, "It's okay, you'll get used to it. Just think of it as looking at a peeled watermelon."

After saying that, she slammed the door shut. Hua Xiangrong stood behind her and said in a sinister tone, "A peeled watermelon, huh! Little Yueyue, you've really gotten bolder. You dare to tease your grandma like that?"

Jian Yue turned around, smiling obsequiously, and said, "Sister Hua, I was just trying to get my subordinate out of a predicament. Otherwise, wouldn't your little plot of land be splattered with blood?"

Hua Xiangrong swayed her waist and turned to walk to the bedside, coldly snorting, "Little girl, your tongue has become quite sharp. It's not in vain that I've taught you so painstakingly. Ah Dai, go see Xiao Ju Zi and ask him to give you something good to eat."

The little bird seemed to understand Hua Xiangrong's words and flew away in a flash. Jian Yue smiled and said, "Ah Dai still only listens to you."

Hua Xiangrong said smugly, "Of course, I support her, she eats my food and drinks my water. If she doesn't listen to me, she'll be my barbecue bird in the next moment."

The two chatted for a while longer. Ah Dai returned with a small piece of paper wrapped in oil paper in his mouth. Hua Xiangrong took it out and glanced at it, then frowned and said, "It seems like something big has happened inside the Qilin Pavilion. The members on the periphery are being laid off. Little Orange was laid off by the Qilin Pavilion two days ago."

Jian Yue was taken aback: "Layoffs?"

"Oh, it means he was fired. He said the reason he didn't come back was to investigate what exactly happened at Qilin Pavilion."

As she spoke, she handed the piece of paper to Jian Yue. After Jian Yue read it, the worry in her heart instantly intensified, and she frowned and said, "Qilin Pavilion wouldn't do this for no reason, unless something even bigger has happened."

She suddenly stood up and said, "I have to go see my mother. She's still in the Qilin Pavilion."

Hua Xiangrong also stood up and said, "I'll go with you. Wait for me to change my clothes."

After the two finished getting ready, Jian Yue walked to the door, quietly gave a few instructions to the two guards, and then followed Hua Xiangrong out through the secret passage.

"Search for me, I refuse to believe I can't find it."

Murong Chuan stood at the entrance of Qilin Pavilion with a cold face, his expression clouded with gloom.

"What a fine Qilin Pavilion! Not only do they refuse my offer of amnesty, but they've even set their sights on me. In that case, keeping them in the capital is of no use."

"Your Highness, the room is completely empty, and there is no one in sight."

"What? How is that possible? Keep searching, dig three feet into the ground."

Murong Chuan gave the order, but unfortunately, in the end, he only found two old account books, all of which contained records of officials embezzling and breaking the law. He picked them up, squinted at them, and then burned them all.

The people recorded in these ledgers are all his cronies. If Qilin Pavilion really sells these, then all his efforts in building up these organizations over the years will be in vain.

Murong Chuan set the ledger ablaze, then turned and left the dark room. He frowned for a moment before calling for his men to leave. By the time Hua Xiangrong and Jian Yue arrived, the entire Qilin Pavilion was already engulfed in flames.

Jian Yue's face turned pale instantly. She tried to rush into the fire without thinking, but Hua Xiangrong quickly grabbed her and shouted, "Are you crazy? With this fire, you'll just be asking for death if you go in."

“But my mother is inside, I can’t just leave her there. Sister, let me go, I have to go in.”

"No, you shut up. Things are definitely not what you think. Your mother will be fine. Wake up!"

But at this moment, Jian Yue could no longer hear the sounds of the outside world. Her heart and eyes were focused on the house burning in the fire. How could her mother, who had just escaped suffering, have to experience misfortune again?

Hua Xiangrong grabbed Jian Yue and retreated behind a large tree some distance away. Looking up, she saw a group of people appearing in the opposite direction. Hua Xiangrong frowned and said, "Alright, look at those people. They don't seem to have any good intentions."

Jian Yue looked up and saw Hua Xiangrong frowning, her expression changing slightly as she asked, "Is it him?"

he?

Jian Yue looked at it for a long while before saying, "Murong Fang?"

Why did Murong Fang, who lives a secluded life and claims to be ill at home, come personally when the Qilin Pavilion caught fire?

Hua Xiangrong said, "Now is not the time to think about these things. Don't be pessimistic. I don't believe that good-for-nothing can be killed so easily. If he doesn't die, your mother definitely won't die."

Jian Yue was bewildered for a moment before realizing that Bai Jianan was a master of martial arts. Her heart eased a little, and she said, "Go to the princess's residence."

She shook her head and said, "No, we can't go. Now is not the time to go. The Qilin Pavilion and the Princess's Mansion have no connection. If we get involved because of this, it will be a loss."

Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, "It's good that you know."

Jian Yue nodded in agreement, then glanced in Murong Fang's direction and said, "Murong Fang doesn't seem to be someone to be trifled with either. This fire might be related to him."

As they were talking, Hua Xiangrong suddenly pulled her back and shouted, "Be careful!"

Jian Yue was startled when she saw a throwing knife fly past her eyes, piercing deep into the wood and immediately producing a puff of white smoke.

She frowned: "The throwing knife contained a corrosive toxin."

"Do you need to tell me? Girl, you haven't forgotten what I taught you, have you?"

Hua Xiangrong swiftly drew her soft sword from her waist, deflecting several throwing knives with a single blow. Then, the soft sword in her hand suddenly transformed, its tip flying straight towards one of the people who had thrown the knives.

The man was shocked to discover that the sword could split into two parts. He retreated frantically, but the sword tip was too fast. No matter how good his lightness skill was, he could not escape. In a moment, his throat was pierced, and he died under the sword tip.

Jian Yue then engaged another opponent, her curved blade flashing as she instantly dispatched him. She laughed and said, "Forget? How could I forget? Forgetting would be fatal."

Two people wielding throwing knives swirled around each of them. Out of the corner of her eye, Jian Yue noticed that there was another person holding a bow and arrow, standing not far from her.

Hua Xiangrong glanced over coldly, then Yin Hong's lips curled up slightly, she licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, and said with a smile, "A long-lost feeling, it seems that my dream of retiring from the martial world is still impossible to realize."

As she spoke, she leaped behind Jian Yue, and the two stood back to back, instantly becoming each other's backs. Only then did the two unleash their fists and feet, reaping the life of the person in front of them.

"My sister has regressed."

Jian Yue smiled, the curved blade that had been thrown away returned to her hand, she held it, and flames burned in her eyes.

Hua Xiangrong smiled wickedly and said, "It's been so long since I've killed anyone, I don't even remember what it feels like."

Jian Yue smiled, her pale face filled with an eerie killing intent. Her deep voice was like that of a demon from hell, as she looked at the fallen assassin and said, "Yes, I don't remember, but I do remember what it felt like to kill someone last time."