Hey, you are reborn too?

The night was dark and the entire general's mansion seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, with no birds singing from time to time on the branches.

The night wind blew, and the branches made a rustling sound.

The Xie Family Garden, which was full of colorful flowers during the day, seemed particularly lonely at night, or in Jiang Mian's eyes.

Maybe there's someone missing.

Jiang Mian said softly to himself.

"Crack", a sound suddenly came from the bushes next to him.

Jiang Mian held his breath gently and took great effort to turn around as gracefully as possible, wanting to leave a good impression on his Awei.

"Your Majesty the Seventh Prince!"

Jiang Mian's pupils suddenly shrank. Why was the person coming a maid dressed in maid's clothes?

"You," Jiang Mian's eyes were dark, his hand already grasping the hilt of the sword, "Who?"

"Seventh Prince," the maid timidly glanced at Jiang Mian, and was frightened by his fierce look and knelt down with a plop. She lowered her head and spoke in a stammering voice, but it was still clearly audible in the quiet garden, "The young lady asked me to come and tell you that she has an appointment with someone else tonight, so she will not come to the garden."

Jiang Mian's eyes suddenly widened and his breathing stopped for a moment.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Did she tell you in person that she would not come to the garden?"

"Yes, I dare not hide it."

"You," Jiang Mian tried his best to remain calm, "are you the maidservant beside Miss Xie?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I am Chunmei, Miss Xie's servant," the maid in front of him suddenly paused for a moment and said, "I am Chunmei, who is beside Miss Xie."

Chunmei?

Jiang Mian frowned. According to the investigation of the Tianhong Sect, there was indeed a maid named "Chunmei" beside Awei.

However, that maid was tall and cheerful, and looked quite different from the petite, timid maid in front of her.

"Look up, I'm going to look at your face."

Jiang Mian had met Chunmei a few times before. Although he never remembered people's faces, he knew what the people around Awei looked like.

"Your Highness," the little maidservant still lowered her head, "I have contracted a strange disease today, and my face looks scary. I am afraid that if I raise my head, I will scare Your Highness."

"I told you to look up," Jiang Mian no longer listened to the maid's explanation, he directly raised his leg and hooked the maid's chin with the tip of his shoe, "Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Looking at the maid Qin's face, Jiang Mian felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart - his guess was right, the little maid in front of him was definitely not Chunmei!

"presumptuous."

Jiang Mian shouted, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp sword at his waist was placed on the little maid's neck.

A dark cloud covered the moon, and the night became even darker in the small garden.

"Tell me," Jiang Mian's eyes were very dark at this moment, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice was very cold, "Who sent you here?"

"Your servant," the little maid trembled with the sword across her neck, but her mouth was still very hard, "Your servant knows nothing!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Mian's last note is drawn out, adding a hint of rhetorical question.

"what……"

The little maid's neck was pinched, and the rest of her screams were stuck in her throat, with only one or two whimpers coming out.

"You won't tell me?" Jiang Mian's eyes were cold, and he increased the strength of his hands. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his handsome face was pale, looking almost weird. "I'll give you one last chance, will you tell me or not?"

The little maid's neck was suddenly loosened.

As the air poured into her, she couldn't help but breathe in big gulps, like a fish that had been thrown onto the shore and was about to be dried.

"Tell me," the little maidservant hadn't even had time to catch her breath when her neck was strangled again, "Who on earth ordered you to do this?"

The little maid was lifted into the air, her face full of fear, her hands and feet kicking in the air.

Her face gradually turned from blue to purple, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing.

Jiang Mian seemed to be extremely skilled in forcing a confession. He would relax at the right time from time to time, and a stream of air would enter the little maid's mouth and nose. Just as she was about to take a few deep breaths, her neck was held down again.

And when he judged that the little maid was about to suffocate, he would relax a little to allow air to enter the little maid's mouth and nose.

This happened back and forth more than ten times. The little maid had begun to roll her eyes and her face looked extremely miserable.

Jiang Mian thought it was about time, so he loosened his grip. The little maid's legs had gone limp from the torture she had just suffered, and she was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground.

Before she could catch her breath, the sword flashing with cold light was once again placed on her neck.

"Tell me who ordered you to do that."

"Seventh Prince, please spare me, Seventh Prince, please spare me," the little maid cried, her voice already hoarse, "I was coerced by the Second Prince and had no choice but to do this!"

The little maid was in tears and was completely frightened.

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life!"

Jiang Mian's eyes were indifferent, and he ignored the maid in front of him who was begging for mercy.

He gently took out the bone whistle from his arms and blew it.

Two men in black immediately landed beside him.

"Go check who is in Miss Xie's courtyard right now."

"Yes."

The two men came and went without a trace. After a slight response, their figures disappeared into the night.

Not long after, the two men appeared beside Jiang Mian again.

"My Lord, Miss Xie's door is closed, so I can't see clearly, but judging from the silhouette on the window, there should be another man in the room besides Miss Xie."

Jiang Mian's scalp immediately exploded. How could he tolerate having a man in Awei's room!

The lead-gray clouds dispersed, revealing a white moon. The pale moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the night gradually became clearer.

Jiang Mian's face was half hidden in the darkness and half illuminated by the moonlight.

Those light-colored pupils glowed faintly in the clear moonlight, looking particularly terrifying.

Jiang Mian didn't say anything else. He raised his hand lightly, pointed at the little maid, touched her neck, made a "killing" gesture, then turned around and left.

He used his Qinggong skills to immediately jump onto the roof, and after a few light rises and falls on the roof, he quickly ran towards the Osmanthus Garden.

Who is the man in Awei's room?

Could it be her father, or her brother?

A different thought popped up in Jiang Mian's mind. His heart tightened and driven by this strong desire, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Osmanthus Garden.

Jiang Mian saw from afar that the light was on in the room, and thought that the people in the room were still awake. Not wanting to alert the enemy, he quietly landed on the ground and looked into the room from the window.

"..."

What the two people reported just now was true. There were indeed two shadowy figures reflected on the window screen.

"Awei," a young man's voice sounded in the room, "You look great in this dress. The color suits you very well. Will you wear this dress to the engagement party tomorrow?"

Jiang Mian paused, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes gradually turned red. Under the moonlight, his light-colored pupils were dark and cold.

This voice was indeed that of his second brother.

Yes, the girl he has been thinking about, Awei, is going to be engaged to the second prince tomorrow.

Jiang Mian curled up his five fingers and slowly clenched his fists, with unspeakable loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

Avi, no matter what I do, it can't compare to him in your heart, right?

Jiang Mian's breathing gradually became heavy. Hearing the sweet laughter of the girl in the room, he admitted that his heart felt like it was tied with an invisible stone, slowly but firmly drooping, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

Hearing the laughter and joyful chatter inside the house, Jiang Mian couldn't help but jump onto the roof, peel off a tile, and look inside.