The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

Her eyes quickly swept across every corner, carefully observing everything around her. Soon, she found something unusual.

It turned out that there were not only dark red bloodstains on the ground, but also many other places! These bloodstains were scattered everywhere, some of which had dried up and were dark brown, while others were relatively fresh and bright red.

Obviously, before they reached the valley, a thrilling and fierce battle had already taken place on the mountain. Judging from the many dark red bloodstains, it can be inferred that the battle must have been extremely brutal.

Suddenly, Feng Jiuyan seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head quickly to look at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci also turned his gaze towards her. His eyes were firm and calm, and his expression was very calm, as if he had anticipated what was happening. He stared at Feng Jiuyan quietly, without the slightest surprise or panic.

A thought came to Feng Jiuyan's mind: Could it be that Yan Ci sent someone to kill the assassin?

She remembered the carrier pigeon she had seen before, and became more certain of her guess.

Feng Jiuyan was not curious about how Yan Ci found people to kill the assassin.

Because when she first met Yan Ci, he appeared as Fu Shijian. At that time, Feng Jiuyan had already noticed from his clothes and demeanor that he was of extraordinary origin, either rich or noble.

She also knew that someone like Yan Ci must have his own methods and resources. Therefore, Feng Jiuyan did not find it strange that he was able to find someone to deal with the assassin.

But there was one thing she still couldn't figure out. Besides wanting to explore her abilities and figure out why those things disappeared every time she showed up, was Yan Ci approaching her also after the Black Feather Order?

Or does he have other purposes?

Feng Jiuyan was puzzled.

She racked her brains and thought hard, but she couldn't figure out the reason until the team was safely away from the entire valley.

Feng Jiuyan shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of those complicated thoughts in her mind. Since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't force herself anymore and simply threw all her worries out of her mind.

As long as she stays vigilant at all times, doesn't get fooled by Yan Ci, and doesn't fall into his trap, it will be fine.

Putting all these aside for now, Yan Ci is still very useful.

He could block arrows for her and eliminate various dangers on the road, saving her a lot of trouble, which made her very satisfied!

She decided that if Yan Ci didn't hurt her and her family, she would definitely give him a few more bottles of his favorite anesthetic spray!

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The sun sets and night falls. After a whole day of travel, the exile team can finally stop and rest.

The prisoners, in groups of families, chose a corner and sat down on the ground to rest. Their faces were filled with fatigue and helplessness, and their bodies were weak from the long journey.

They headed north, and the places they passed through were sparsely populated. It was a luxury to find an inn or post station to stay for the night.

Even if you have money, you have nowhere to spend it.

In this desolate wilderness, they could only use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed to make do with the night.

At this moment, Yan Ci was the only one left in the donkey cart. Feng Jiuyan had already got off the donkey cart with food, Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli, and went to light a fire and cook.

Yan Ci simply opened the door of the carriage and looked out. This time, he really noticed something different.

Due to long-term exposure to wind and rain, the exiled prisoners all looked haggard and gloomy. Their faces were covered with dust and stains, and looked pitch black.

His hair was a mess because he hadn't washed it for a long time, like a chicken coop.

The exiled prisoners were so hungry that they looked pale and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow them away. Their eyes revealed despair and helplessness, and even more numbness.

The officers carried several large baskets of steamed buns and shuttled among the prisoners, giving each of them a steamed bun.

After two months of baptism and hardships, the nobles and ladies in the exile team had long lost their former arrogance and had to bow their heads for food and clothing. They no longer despised those black steamed buns that made their throats ache. They gnawed on the steamed buns in their hands with big mouthfuls, as if those steamed buns were delicious.

Compared to the prisoners, the siblings Song Chen and Song Ning, as well as Zhang Chong and Zhang Xiaowu, who had a good relationship with Feng Jiuyan, were cleaner than the prisoners. At least their hair was neatly combed, not like a chicken coop.

Among the exiled prisoners, Feng Jiuyan's family stood out. They looked completely different from the other prisoners, as if they were out of tune with the exiled team.

The other prisoners all looked haggard, gloomy, and thin, as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Feng Jiuli's little face was still fair and pink, chubby and very cute. His clothes were also very clean and tidy, without a single stain.

Madam Feng was well-maintained, and looked like a young woman in her twenties, without any exposure to the wind, sun, rain, or rain. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and her face was beautiful, making people unable to help but look at her a few more times.

Feng Jiuyan was even more outstanding. She was always clean and fresh. Her clothes were neat and new, her hair was neatly combed, and there was no trace of fatigue or stains on her face. Her eyes were clear and bright, which made people feel good when they saw her.

The corners of Yan Ci's mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile. He knew nothing about Feng Jiuyan's secrets, and he couldn't guess.

However, he supported his chin with his right hand and stared at the little girl who was busy cooking with his eyes slightly narrowed.

In his opinion, the little girl was indeed a bit too high-profile.

If suspected by someone as sharp-minded as him, Feng Jiuyan might become a target.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He laughed at himself for worrying too much.

If he hadn't discovered that Feng Jiuyan was the monkey-faced girl who had fought with him many times, and considering that the places he investigated were always emptied out in advance, and Feng Jiuyan appeared every time, how could he have suspected her?

I'm afraid that other people who are interested would not suspect that she has any big secrets just because her family is well-dressed and lives a comfortable life in exile.

"Young Master, Young Master, what are you looking at?" At this moment, a shout suddenly came.

Then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared next to the small window.

Yan Ci frowned and glanced at the person standing outside the window, "If you have something to say, just say it quickly, don't dawdle here!"