He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

Eunuch Chang knelt on the ground, his head bowed low. There was a traitor among those who had come to welcome An Wuyang, a grave crime, and Eunuch Chang felt ashamed.

An Wuyang, however, fixed his gaze on Yan Juzhi, who was holding a branding iron. He did not look at An Wuyang, but stared straight at the traitor, a cruel smile curving his lips.

Something suddenly sank slightly in An Wuyang's heart, making it even more difficult to discern Yan Juzhi's purpose.

A scream rang out as the branding iron was pressed into the eyes of the traitor.

The air was instantly filled with the smell of burnt meat.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

The mole was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and refused to utter a single word.

Yan Juzhi sneered: "Let me guess, is it the Python King?"

The mole sneered, his trembling forehead shaking off a few drops of sweat from his face.

"Oh no, the python king wouldn't be that stupid!"

Yan Juzhi lightly blew on the branding iron, a hint of sarcasm flashing across his face.

"Let me guess, it should be... Prime Minister Luo!"

A faint smile crossed Yan Juzhi's face as he slowly approached the mole. He casually tossed away the branding iron in his hand, took out a slip of paper from somewhere, and shoved it in front of the mole.

"Zhang Erniu is from Peach Blossom Village on the outskirts of Beijing. He has a younger sister who used to be a maid in Prime Minister Luo's mansion. Ten years ago, during the Beijing Incident, your sister fled with Prime Minister Luo and his family!"

As Yan Juzhi finished speaking, the traitor's last remaining pupil suddenly dilated, his eyes seeming to be brewing a raging storm, and even his breathing became unusually heavy.

Yan Juzhi put away the note in his hand, looking confident, and slowly walked to An Wuyang.

"Princess, is there anything you wish to question?"

An Wuyang's expression was complicated, but he didn't rush to reply.

Eunuch Chang came to the rescue, saying, "Princess, Lord Yan is the main official who will welcome you back to the palace; he is trustworthy."

An Wuyang nodded slightly and walked up to the mole Zhang Erniu. An Wuyang's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Zhang Erniu let out a sneer, clearly not taking An Wuyang seriously.

An Wuyang was not angry. She took out an iron hook from the middle of a row of torture instruments, held it in her hand, and examined it carefully. Her beautiful face shone with an arrogant light, making her both beautiful and dangerous.

"Would the princess use these instruments of torture?"

Zhang Erniu provoked An Wuyang, but he didn't believe that a woman hiding in a remote mountain area could be capable of torturing someone!

It's just a tickle!

An Wuyang's expression hardened, and the iron hook shot out with a soft thud, catching on Zhang Erniu's collarbone.

Zhang Erniu groaned, his whole body trembling with pain.

An Wuyang remained calm, watching the thick blood flow from Zhang Erniu's body without even frowning.

Yan Juzhi looked at An Wuyang with great interest, pinching his chin with one hand, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"How long have you been working for Prime Minister Luo?"

An Wuyang blurted out, his eyes sharp, and with a slight exertion of force on the iron chain in his hand, the hook at the other end of the chain suddenly tightened.

The sharp and persistent pain had replaced the previous contempt in Zhang Erniu's eyes with fear and resentment.

Zhang Erniu turned his head and glanced at the place where Yanju lived.

Yan Juzhi made a fist gesture and crumpled the paper ball in his hand into pieces.

"ten years……"

Zhang Erniu answered An Wuyang's question promptly.

An Wuyang's pupils contracted, and his hands clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best to suppress his tension.

"Let me ask you again. On the day of the Kyoto Incident ten years ago, Consort Shuxian from the palace accompanied Consort Luo to the Prime Minister's residence. Since that day, Consort Shuxian has been missing without a trace."

"Is there any news from the Prime Minister's residence?"

An Wuyang asked this question with almost all his might.

Although she knew that asking a mere mole might not yield any results, finding Consort Shuxian's whereabouts had become one of her obsessions from her past life, so she was unwilling to give up even the slightest hope.

She still remembered that in her previous life, although her younger brother ascended the throne as emperor, it was Consort Luo who was honored as empress dowager.

Their biological mother, Consort Shuxian, disappeared without a trace. For more than ten years afterward, although the emperor's younger brother tried to investigate, the clues always ended with Prime Minister Luo.

What exactly happened back then?

Where exactly is Consort Shuxian?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Erniu looked up, his only remaining eye filled with complex emotions.

It seems he really knows the answer An Wuyang wants.

An Wuyang held her breath, waiting for his answer. Time seemed to stand still, and An Wuyang could even hear her own heartbeat.

"Reaching for the moon..."

The words had barely left his mouth when, in the next instant, an arrow flew in from outside the window and pierced straight into Zhang Erniu's temple.

The clue is broken!