The subtle fragrance of cotton needles

Mo Yuchen and Xia Yanxiang both saw the reaction of the assassin. They looked at each other and said nothing tacitly. Instead, Mo Yuchen spoke first: "But even if you don't say it, I know who is behind you. Tell me, if I report this to my father, how will he deal with it?"

The assassin had been keeping silent, but now he couldn't help himself: "The emperor won't believe your one-sided statement."

"Really?" Mo Yuchen sneered, his face showing undisguised sarcasm, "It seems that my guess was correct."

The assassin froze, realizing that he was being tricked by Mo Yuchen.

Xia Yanxiang hadn't said anything the whole time. She just watched silently and coldly. Maybe she didn't care, or maybe she was holding back a big move. At this moment, she spoke quietly, "What if I testify?"

The assassin suddenly looked up.

"I have evidence that can incriminate that person. No matter how much you deny it or pretend not to know me, I am the ironclad evidence." Xia Yanxiang said calmly, with no expression on her face.

Mo Yuchen kept staring at the expressions of the assassins and indeed saw their panic.

"You, what evidence do you have?" the assassin asked in panic.

It turned out that he was the one hiding in the back and just doing his job. He was easily fooled.

"What do you care what evidence I have?" This was the first time Xia Yanxiang turned her face away. "If there was no evidence, why would I be here whining to you?"

The assassin's heart was pounding, not sure whether Xia Yanxiang was deceiving him or not.

However, Xia Yanxiang didn't want to say anything more, and said directly: "Your Highness Prince Luo, I am really not good at interrogating you, so let's leave it to Your Highness Prince Luo to handle!"

After saying this, he left without waiting for Mo Yuchen to answer.

Firstly, she really didn't want to stay here anymore. The smell of blood was too strong and Xia Yanxiang couldn't stand it any longer. Secondly, there was no point in interrogating her.

Mo Yuchen signaled Yizhu to send Xia Yanxiang out: "Send Miss Third to the study to rest for a while. The kitchen has prepared some refreshments. Please wait for a moment."

"Yes."

Now that Xia Yanxiang had left, Mo Yuchen no longer had any concerns, and the coldness on his face turned into murderous intent: "Do you know what the last person who came here said after arriving here?"

The assassin did not answer Mo Yuchen's words.

"He told me a secret about Prince Yuan." Mo Yuchen's face was dim in the dim candlelight, and he didn't look like a good person at all. "Do you want to know what it is?"

The assassin's pupils shrank.

"Tell me, if our father knew this secret, guess what would happen to Prince Yuan?" Mo Yuchen said in a low voice with a forced smile.

The assassin did not look at Mo Yuchen's expression, but he remembered that the assassin that Mo Yuyang had sent out to keep an eye on Mo Yuchen had not sent any news for a long time. Even if he was not serving King Yuan, he knew about this. Could it be that he really fell into Mo Yuchen's hands?

"But even if I tell my father about this, he may not believe it completely. What's more, if he believes that I framed you, I will end up losing more than I gain." Mo Yuchen didn't care about this. He never thought about telling Mo Cheng about it. "But if I tell General Pu Wei about this, I'm afraid he will invade Prince Yuan's mansion. Then it won't be Miss Three who will suffer."

"Even if it gets out, it will be a disgrace to Prince Yuan. He used such despicable means to frame a girl. If this gets known to the world, guess whether Prince Yuan will still be able to enter the East Palace."

Every word Mo Yuchen said pierced the hearts of the assassins.

"If General Pu Wei dares to do this, isn't he afraid that the emperor will think that his achievements are greater than his own?"

"Back then, General Pu Wei would rather die than marry a noble lady from the capital, and he almost turned the entire capital upside down. Now he has been guarding the border for many years and is no longer under the watchful eye of his father. His temper will only get worse. Could he still be afraid of this?" Although Mo Yuchen was only a teenager when Xia Zhibai refused to marry a noble lady from the capital, it was not a long time ago, but everyone remembers it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yuchen stood up, brushed off the dirt on his sleeves, looked down at the person lying on the ground, seemed a little unsatisfied, raised his right foot and stepped hard on the person's shoulder.

"If keeping you here wasn't useful, I would really want to slowly torture you to death."

The assassin grimaced in pain, and although he didn't cry out, the days of torture and the dampness of the cell caused his wounds to become inflamed and infected, and it was really hard to endure.

"If you don't tell me, I will keep you here forever. If you want to escape, you have to consider your own strength. But I also want to see how good a warrior the King Yuan can train."

Mo Yuchen didn't say any more words to him and turned away.

Xia Yanxiang walked out of the cell and breathed in the fresh air. The feeling of the air filling her chest was like being reborn. She exhaled deeply.

When passing by the garden, Xia Yanxiang saw the white orchid tree and asked Yizhu curiously, "Does your Prince Luo also like white orchids?"

Yizhu nodded: "Yes, Your Highness has always liked white orchids. This white orchid tree was planted by Your Highness when he built the mansion, and he never allowed others to pick it."

"Why are we not allowed to pick them?" Xia Yanxiang stopped and looked up at the white jasmine.

"This white jasmine tree must be a good variety! The colors of the flowers and leaves are nice." Xia Yanxiang reached out and touched the trunk of the white jasmine tree. The texture was excellent, and there was undisguised appreciation in her eyes.

Yizhu was very happy to see this, and actively introduced it to Xia Yanxiang: "Yes, this white orchid tree is a good variety that Your Highness found from the south. It is not adapted to the climate in the north, but thanks to Your Highness' careful care, the tree has taken root and sprouted here. And this mansion was built here for this white orchid tree."

"Your Highness Prince Luo values ​​this tree so much?" Xia Yanxiang had never met Mo Yuchen before, and didn't know that he loved the white jasmine tree so much that he would even give up his entire mansion for a tree.

Before Yizhu could answer, someone else answered first: "That's right, young lady, please don't touch this tree again. If His Highness finds out, no one can save you!"

Xia Yanxiang looked back and saw a woman she didn't recognize. She was wearing brightly colored clothes and smelled strongly of makeup. It was probably Xia Yanxiang's fault that she was so focused on admiring the white orchid tree that she didn't notice the woman coming.

Yizhu recognized the woman and bowed to her: "I greet Madam Yu."

Xia Yanxiang didn't need to perform the ceremony. She was just a concubine, not a proper concubine.

Aunt Yu hummed in a haughty manner, and when she saw that Xia Yanxiang did not salute, she immediately became unhappy: "Why don't you salute?"

"Aunt Yu, this is..." Yizhu was about to introduce Xia Yanxiang's identity but was interrupted by Aunt Yu.

"Why are you butting in? I'm asking her a question!" Aunt Yu suddenly said in a harsh voice. Yizhu was Mo Yuchen's personal guard, second only to Butler Wang in the mansion. Even among so many concubines in the mansion, no one dared to speak to Yizhu like that.