On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

What Cui Chong was holding in his hand was the autopsy record written by the coroner.

He turned to a page and said loudly, "There are several small red spots on the right thigh of the corpse, which are suspected to be needle pricks."

Yan Ruyu asked, "Taohua, when you were at the manor, you not only cast a spell on them, but the young man who eloped with you and committed suicide in the end was actually stimulated by you using a needle, right?"

When the autopsy was performed, Yan Ruyu felt it was a bit strange. Then she recalled the scene when the young man kidnapped Taohua. The abbot had come, but the young man's attitude had relaxed a lot.

But suddenly, the situation became tense again, with a huge contrast in attitude.

Even if people were emotionally agitated in that situation, it wouldn't be that serious.

When she saw the needle in the abbot's neck, she was almost certain that Taohua must have secretly tampered with the matter.

We sent someone to the governor's office to look at the body and the autopsy records, and it was indeed true.

"Those people on the farm are all poor tenants. They have no grudges against you. Some even feel sorry for you and help you. Yet, you use evil magic to destroy their families."

"Now he is using the same old trick again in the palace, harming Zhao the accountant, Chunchao, and the abbot," Yan Ruyu said coldly, holding the box in her hand, "but it's not surprising. It's normal for people trained by Mr. Mo to behave like beasts."

Taohua's eyes turned red: "I am not, and neither is the master. The master is wise and intelligent, and he is a man with great ideas in his mind. Ordinary people will never understand!"

Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "He has a lot of ambitions in his heart? He is not worthy of it!"

"You have the nerve to talk about mountains and valleys by using such despicable means to harm others and being secretive, like a rat that cannot stand the light of day?"

"You are just No. 13, what do you know? You are a small character who can't even make it into the top ten, but you are protecting him. Does he know who you are?"

"Sir, of course you know that I played a great role in the Shenyuan Temple. If it weren't for my planning, how could there be a Shenyuan Temple?"

Taohua objected immediately.

Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat and she quickly exchanged a glance with Huo Changhe.

The mastermind behind Shenyuan Temple turned out to be her?

It turned out that it was not those monks, nor the people in the courtyard, but this seemingly fragile peach blossom.

Yan Ruyu sneered: "Just you? You only learned a little bit of your crude formation skills, and I easily broke them. How dare you boast like that?"

She waved her hand, and Yinding picked up a few peach branches and threw them at Taohua's feet.

"Look, this is what you use to set up the formation."

Taohua looked down and her teeth were almost broken. Although she had expected it, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

She suddenly thought of something and laughed strangely again, staring straight at Yan Ruyu: "Even if you are powerful and can break my formation, will you just ignore that old monk?"

"Do you really think that what happened in Zhuangzi is just a joke?"

"I tell you, without me, he would have died too!"

"Also, don't think I don't know what he's doing in the manor..."

Before she finished her words, Yan Ruyu stretched out her hand, and a cold light flashed in her palm, revealing a long and thin needle.

Taohua widened her eyes: "You, this..."

"What? Are you surprised? I thought you had guessed it long ago. Otherwise, how could this princess really let the things on the farm go unchecked? How could she really let the abbot take the risk?"

Taohua refused to believe it: "You lied to me, this is fake, I did it myself, how could anyone solve it? How do you know where the needle is with such a thin needle?"

Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "There aren't many people like you who are so stupid and unaware of it. Even when the evidence is right in front of you, you still refuse to admit it."

"Impossible, I don't believe it," Taohua said, looking crazy, "The old monk is on the farm..."

Huo Changhe stepped forward and knocked her unconscious.

Who knows what she will say? It will be troublesome if it involves the mine.

Huo Changhe asked everyone to retreat and sent the silver ingot to send Cui Chong out of the house.

He comforted the lady and asked her to rest early, then he and Yan Ruyu took Taohua to the side courtyard.

"She really has done a lot of things on the farm," Yan Ruyu secretly regretted, "If I had known earlier, I should have had someone keep a close eye on her."

"She is cunning and hard to guard against. The manor is so big and there are so many people. It's hard to guard against her," Huo Changhe comforted. "The abbot is fine. Don't worry."

Yan Ruyu nodded: "Those two families..."

"I'll have it taken care of."

A basin of cold water was poured over her, and Taohua woke up with a shudder.

Yan Ruyu opened the box and found it was empty except for some carved patterns on the four inner walls.

It was also novel. The outside of the plaque was smooth, with only the word "Thirteen" on it, but there were patterns carved on the inside.

Taohua snorted, "There's nothing in here, don't bother."

"Of course I know," Yan Ruyu looked at the patterns with disgust, "Did I ask you? If I suspected there was something in it, I would have asked you a long time ago."

"I guess the important things here are not the things, but the carved pictures?"

A look of surprise flashed across Taohua's face.

"There are more than one in Youcheng, but it's useless to ask, you definitely don't know." Yan Ruyu closed the box, "Picking ginseng, haha."

She didn't say anything else, but her short laugh was more powerful than anything else she said.

Taohua couldn't help but say, "I'm number 13, but it's not like I can't make the top ten. The numbers are not from one to 13 at all, but only odd numbers, and they start from five."

"I am indeed not proficient in the method of setting up the formation, but that does not mean that the person who taught me is not proficient either."

"It's my own fault that I haven't learned enough skills. If the Saint was here, she would never let you break this formation, and that bitch Chunchao would never be saved."

Saint.

Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat and she remembered this name.

The surface remains calm.

"Your Highness, have you noticed that these people are always very confident and like to give themselves names, such as Saintess, Cult Leader, etc. They are nothing more than people who desire power but cannot get it, and use these names to comfort themselves."

Huo Changhe agreed with him: "What the princess said is very true. What kind of saint girl is this? This term used by remote and backward tribes is unheard of in the Central Plains."

Taohua was not convinced and said, "Of course there is no one in the Central Plains. The Saint's ability is extraordinary, and it is a gift from heaven. How can ordinary people see her so easily?"

"Exaggeration," Yan Ruyu snorted, with contempt in her eyes.

Taohua countered: "Princess, have you forgotten that the two secret guards who were killed in the courtyard in the city, whose blood was drained, were still planted with deep love?"

"May I ask, Princess, when we first met, were you sure you could resolve the feelings we had?"

Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of boiling anger rolled in her chest, crowding and spreading to her limbs.

Sure enough, those tragedies were committed by the so-called saint.

And that saint lady was the one that Tang Yibai had sneaked back into the city to see, risking being discovered.

It was doubt before, but now it is certain.

Yan Ruyu secretly decided that the blood debt must be repaid with blood.