My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

The sword that had been held against the neck of the Purple Cloud Manor Lord suddenly fell to the ground, and the person holding him hostage behind him also fell to the side.

He drew his sword alertly and looked back, only to see a girl standing on the thief, calmly clapping her hands.

Besides him, everyone else was also rescued, while those who had originally held them hostage were captured instead.

Song Yunzheng's pupils contracted sharply, and his face darkened completely. "So you were prepared all along?"

"Yes, are you surprised? Unexpected, aren't you?"

Xie Yan approached with a smile, and before Song Yunzheng could react, she swung her hand out.

"Do you have anything else prepared? Let's call them all out at once, so we don't have to search for them one by one, it's too tiring."

Caught off guard, Song Yunzheng could only hastily raise her left arm to try and block the fierce blow, but she was still forced to retreat several steps before she could barely stop.

After regaining her senses, Song Yunzheng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, straightened her back, stared at Xie Yan for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.

"I'm very curious. I shouldn't have given anything away. How did you figure it out?"

Xie Yan smiled and said, "You are indeed very good at hiding your true intentions. And because there is an even more suspicious Young Master Cheng ahead of you, it is difficult for an 'outsider' like you to arouse suspicion."

“Then…” Song Yunzheng frowned.

“It’s Madam Cheng’s body,” Xie Yan answered his question.

Upon hearing this, Song Yunzheng was taken aback. She lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. She raised her hand and looked at it, saying, "I see."

"Is it because of the slap I gave you?"

Xie Yan nodded.

That night, after Chu Ling wiped Madam Cheng's face clean, the two of them saw a deep palm print on her right cheek by the firelight.

What Xie Yan noticed was that palm print.

Logically speaking, this slap should have landed on the left cheek.

After all, most people are used to using their right hand, so if you're hitting someone, the point of impact should be the left cheek.

But Mrs. Cheng's was different.

Unless, of course, the person who slapped her was left-handed.

Song Yunzheng stood with her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and said, "But there are many people attending this birthday banquet, and there should be quite a few left-handed people among them. How did you determine that it was me?"

"There are indeed quite a few, but they don't hide themselves like you do."

Xie Yan chuckled and said, "You use your right hand very well, and it's really hard to tell that you're left-handed, but you still revealed a little flaw."

"Oh? Where?"

"It was during the time when Cheng Nanchun was telling us his story."

Xie Yan looked at Song Yunzheng's left hand. "You used your left hand to drink tea. It must have been because you were angry at his distortion of the truth and lost your composure, so you subconsciously used your left hand."

“This wouldn’t have been a problem, but then I asked Shen Yulin, and he said he had never seen you use your left hand.”

"That's when we started to suspect you."

"I see……"

Song Yunzheng understood and chuckled, "I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to remember a subconscious action so well, and even suspect me."

"You flatter me. I'm just a meticulous person, there's nothing I can do about it."

Xie Yan waved her hand modestly, her face full of mystery, "Don't underestimate someone who has watched over a thousand episodes of 'X-Nan'."

Song Yunzheng: ? What is that?

But before he could hesitate for long, Xie Yan spoke again, her face beaming, though her eyes held no real joy.

"Alright, let's talk about how you knew I was here, and why you tried to frame me."

Song Yunzheng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's because someone told me to do it."

"……who?"

Before Xie Yan could ask any further questions, Song Yunzheng suddenly smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."

Then he leaped and jumped onto the roof in a few bounds.

At the same time, those who had been restrained suddenly sprang into action!

And it wasn't just them; even the rescued guests joined in the fray. In the blink of an eye, the entire banquet hall was in complete chaos.

Xie Yan's eyelids twitched, and she inexplicably felt that the scene in front of her was familiar.

Two whooshing sounds came from behind her, but Xie Yan didn't turn her head and skillfully dodged to the side.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword and a whisk came hurtling towards him without stopping.

Xie Yan dodged with lightning speed. In the process of dodging, she raised her sword sheath and twirled it a few times, successfully causing the two incoming weapons to collide and stop.

He looked up and saw that it was indeed the Zixiao Manor Lord and the Xuanzhen Sect Leader, who were clearly bewitched.

Behind them stood a person.

He was the one who stirred up trouble on the night Madam Cheng was murdered.

The man laughed a few times, then reached up and tore a piece of skin off his face, and a familiar voice came—

"How was my acting? Wasn't it pretty good?"

Beneath that human skin mask was a face adorned with scorpion tattoos.

"Uli".

Xie Yan narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Yunzheng, who was standing on high and looked quite content.

"I never expected you to be a member of the Holy Sun Church."

When exactly did a senior disciple of a prestigious sect become a member of this heretical cult? Or was he perhaps a spy from the very beginning?

As if she could read Xie Yan's mind, Song Yunzheng smiled and shook her head. "It's not as exaggerated as you think. To be precise, I've only been a member of the Holy Sun Cult for half a year."

"Six months..." Xie Yan seemed to understand something. That's...

"That's right, it was during the time when strange things happened at the Cheng family's home."

Wu Li twisted his neck and gave a sinister smile. He seemed to be in a good mood, and even began to explain to Xie Yan.

"Although the mother and son were rescued by luck back then, Mei Ying has been half-mentally impaired ever since and can no longer speak."

"Perhaps we should take pity on him, find him, tell him everything that happened to his mother, and help him retrieve the second half of the boxing manual."

That's why Song Yunzheng was willing to join the Holy Sun Cult, work for them, and follow their instructions to frame Xie Yan.

Wu Li grinned and said no more. He whistled, and the two seniors who had stopped raised their weapons again and attacked Xie Yan!

The people manipulating things this time are different from the rabble from last time.

Considering how much effort he had put into infiltrating the Cheng family for so long, he had carefully selected quite a few martial arts experts. This time, Xie Yan was in for a tough time.

Seeing Xie Yan being surrounded and attacked, Wu Li sneered and turned around to meet Chu Ling's gaze.

My chest started to ache again.

Wu Li touched the spot where Chu Ling had pierced her with his sword last time, her eyes dark and sinister, and said, "I haven't had a chance to thank you for your hospitality last time."

"You are welcome."

Chu Ling closed his fan and smiled gently: "It seems that this time, I should be able to give Wuya a great gift."