Hey, you are reborn too?

After being stunned for a moment, Xie Yongwei quickly found her voice: "No, my disciple was not hurt."

Leng Zhikong looked up at her and sighed softly, "That's good."

After a moment, he continued the conversation: "Has the man who committed the crime with a sharp weapon been taken into custody in the torture chamber?"

Xie Yongwei nodded: "The three people who destroyed the herb farm tonight, the disciples have already asked the guards to send them to the torture chamber.

They were specifically ordered to be detained separately and not to let the three meet. Do you think you need to go and interrogate them in person?"

The night breeze blew gently, dispelling the day's stuffiness without making people feel too cold.

Under the bright moonlight, Leng Zhikong's words seemed especially gentle.

"Okay, I get it. Avi has worked hard. Go back and rest first."

Xie Yongwei nodded slightly. She was a little reserved. She didn't enter Leng Zhikong's courtyard. She just bowed to her master before saying goodbye: "Disciple, I'm leaving."

Return to Xiayuexuan.

With the help of the light from the lantern in her hand, Xie Yongwei raised her hand and unlocked the door.

She went inside, turned around and bolted the door.

When passing by the moon-shaped door with a small lamp hanging on it, Xie Yongwei couldn't help but stop. She looked up and saw that the small lamp was quietly lit in the dark night.

Her clothes were blown by the night wind and Xie Yongwei looked up again.

The bright moon that was originally hanging high in the sky was covered by heavy dark clouds at some point and its brilliance disappeared.

Somehow, Xie Yongwei felt inexplicably heavy.

She raised her head and stared at the thick night for a long while. She let out a light breath and then took another step towards her bedroom.

It's a restless night.

Even Xie Yongwei's dream was no exception.

Wenyang City.

Jiang Mian ignored the teasing of those people and just went to a corner by himself.

This corner is a special place for storing letters that I have communicated with.

In order to cover up his tracks, Zeng Qing would also send some unimportant letters on weekdays.

Jiang Mian would always send people to pick up these letters on a regular basis, as if these letters were very important to him.

As for these letters, people who are not assigned by Jiang Mian are not allowed to check them.

Because the box in the corner has always been locked, only people sent by Jiang Mian can unlock it.

Watching Jiang Mian walk towards the box, the teasing voice slowly faded away.

Everyone stared intently at the man who called himself "Young Master's Messenger."

They wanted to see if this person could open the secret lock. If he could, he was undoubtedly sent by the young master. If he couldn't...

That's a fake one that sneaked in.

When it comes to dealing with counterfeits, the Tianhong Sect has always been ruthless.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Mian walked towards the box at a steady pace and took out a key from his sleeve.

It is almost time to verify the authenticity of the messenger.

Everyone finally became visibly excited.

Even the few people sitting far away couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes widened, and their bodies unconsciously leaned towards the direction of the messenger.

They are so curious.

Because in the past, the messengers sent by the young master always came and went without a trace.

This was the first time they saw a messenger picking up letters in front of everyone.

This "messenger" was tall and slender, wearing a cloak. He stood in front of the secret box, blocking everyone's view.

Some people were impatient and couldn't help but stand up.

The chair behind him rubbed against the wooden floor, making a teeth-grinding squeak.

The sound was quite loud.

Many of the eyes that were originally on the messenger were now shifted to the anxious person.

Looking at this person's slightly accusatory and sarcastic eyes, the man realized his gaffe belatedly.

He lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, slowly pulled up the chair and sat down again.

"Click"——

The sound was very soft, but it was clearly audible in the silent cellar.

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised. The lock on the secret box was opened. Doesn't this mean that this "messenger" is the genuine article?

Many people looked away in disappointment.

Some people rolled their eyes and sneered.

They also thought that they could catch someone who came in disguised as the young master's envoy, and not only watch a good show, but also participate in this big show personally.

After all, the person sent by the young master to pick up the letter had just come yesterday.

Moreover, in Wenyang City, the person responsible for taking the letters from the secret box never wears a cloak.

Why is there another person here today?

Moreover, this person opened the secret lock.

Medical Valley.

Ruined buildings, flames of war, and war horses trampling through city walls. These familiar war scenes were not the first time they appeared in Xie Yongwei's dreams.

But this time, it connects some other pictures.

In the intervals between the raging weapons and galloping horses, there are occasional scenes of the imperial court.

In fact, after waking up, Xie Yongwei had no way of judging whether it was talking about the imperial court.

After waking up, she remembered that in those pictures, there was always a figure wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, but the emperors in those pictures made her feel very bad.

And in these flashing images, there is always a man in a black robe.

Xie Yongwei couldn't see the pattern on his clothes clearly, but she somehow knew that he was the emperor of Beili.

Logically speaking, although Dayuan and Beili maintained superficial peace, in reality, there were still undercurrents.

As the daughter of an important official of Dayuan, Xie Yongwei should have a natural hatred towards Beili.

But no one had ever taught Xie Yongwei to hate Beili. Even her father, who had fought on the battlefield and actually fought with Beili, had never taught her to hate the country of Beili.

Xie Yongwei once tried to test her father's opinion on the people of Beili.

That day, Xie Shian was silent for a long time.

He finally chuckled: "What crime have the people committed? Once a war breaks out, neither country will gain anything. There is never a winner in war."

After rebirth, Xie Yongwei understood what he meant, but could not express it so clearly.

So she could only look up and look at her father with slightly innocent eyes.

Sure enough, Daddy placed his warm palm on her head and said something that a child could accept more easily: "Beili is not all bad people.

"Just like not all of us in Dayuan are good people, how can we say it? It depends on the person. As for what kind of person he is,

"Maybe you'll have to interact with him in person to find out. Anyway, don't think too much and just treat them as ordinary people."

He said it lightly, but Xie Yongwei tasted something unusual in it.

Now that I think about it, his words “Not all people in Dayuan are good people” seemed to have a hidden meaning.