The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

"Let him in," Jun Zhiling breathed a sigh of relief, but the bloodshot in his pupils became even more ferocious.

Soon, the little monk entered the bedroom.

Facing Jun Zhiling on the couch, he did not clasp his hands together, but knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said: "You are finally awake."

"Tell me, what did you find?"

Jun Zhiling tilted his head back and leaned against the carved railing of the bed, the veins in his neck bulging.

The little monk raised his eyes and glanced at his expression which showed hidden pain.

Although he didn't know what happened, he also knew: if you are paid to do something, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

"The woman you asked me to keep an eye out for has appeared."

Jun Zhiling's eyes paused, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at him.

The young monk felt that the aura around him was very oppressive. He suppressed his uneasiness and continued hesitantly, "That woman is very beautiful. She is truly so pretty that she can make the moon hide in shame and the flowers ashamed. She is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground."

Recalling the description of the beautiful woman, the young monk swallowed unconsciously.

As expected of a girl from a wealthy family, she had skin as white as snow and a slender figure, which was truly unforgettable.

The red fox was surprised and asked hurriedly, "What did the woman do in the temple and who did she meet?"

The young monk knew that this piece of information was of great value, so during the few days he was in the mansion, he would recall several times what happened on the Double Ninth Festival to make sure that he would not miss any information.

So, he blurted out, "She went to the temple to burn incense, and later met two people on the bamboo forest path."

"Which two people are they? Do you still remember their shapes and appearances?" asked the red fox.

The young monk pondered for a moment and said, "One of them is dressed in a white robe, dignified and elegant. I know him. He is the Prince of Jing County of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Prince Jing?"

"Song Wenjing?"

Jun Zhiling narrowed his eyes slightly. The woman who rescued that evil creature in Youming Inn was actually related to Song Wenjing.

"What did they say?"

The young monk scratched his head and said helplessly, "That place was very secluded, and in order to avoid being noticed, I was far away and didn't hear clearly.

But they didn't stay long, and the young lady was taken away by a man in black robes."

"What does the man in black look like?"

Jun Qi's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he vaguely felt that this person was the one he had gone through so much trouble to find!

The young monk was silent for a long time, his eyes flashing.

The red fox thought he was playing a trick and immediately drew out his sword.

The sharp blade was immediately placed on his neck, and could take his life in a fraction of a second.

The little monk's heart beat like a drum, his throat was dry and his eyes widened, "You...you guys..."

"If you dare to talk nonsense or hide anything again, I will kill you!" The red fox warned with a cold face.

The young monk nodded hurriedly and said tremblingly, "The man in black...his back was facing me, so I couldn't see his face clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade on his neck suddenly approached his flesh, and the stinging pain of cutting his flesh instantly penetrated into his nerves.

The little monk exclaimed, and quickly added: "But, but... I know how to find that woman!

She was wearing a butterfly jade pendant around her waist. If I were to see that woman again, I would definitely recognize her."

The little monk was so frightened that he was shaking all over. It really was not easy to make the big money from the powerful and wealthy!

Seeing that he could no longer provide any valuable information, Jun Zhiling waved his hand wearily.

The red fox immediately ordered someone to take the little monk away.

The young monk had a look of panic on his face, completely unaware that ever since he entered this mansion, life and death were no longer under his control.

"What about Jiang Xia?"

Jun Zhiling put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, "Isn't that man the prince's adviser? How come there is no news at all?"

Red Fox said: "During the first two assassinations, Jiang Xia was able to tip off the attackers, but this time, there was no sign of trouble because Jiang Xia was not involved in the operation at all."

Two days ago, he received a secret letter from Jiang Xia.

He had no idea about the time, place, or even who planned the assassination.

Jiang Xia couldn't even tell whether the prince was involved in the assassination.

Because before the Double Ninth Festival, he was sent to Yangcheng.

Jun Zhiling slowly closed his eyes and secretly sorted out the events.

After an incense stick of time, the guards' voice came from outside the door, "Your Highness, the head of the Imperial Hospital, Dr. Luo, has come to check on your injuries in accordance with the order of the Empress."

Jun Zhiling couldn't help but frown.

Since people from the Western Factory were involved, it meant that the Queen was also involved.

A special imperial decree was issued to send the imperial physician. Could it be that the weasel is paying a New Year's greeting to the chicken?

Half an hour later.

Luo Tianqing handed the written prescription to the servant in the mansion, then packed up his things and returned to the Imperial Hospital.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed that he would come for a follow-up visit every day until the Fourth Prince recovered.

Chihu was very confused by this. "The people from the West Factory want to kill our master. The Queen's actions are a bit unnecessary."

Veins popped on Jun Zhiling's forehead, and his eyes looked up at the top of the tent with a gloomy and fierce look.

No matter what tricks the mother and son are playing, as long as he is not at peace, they can't expect to live in peace.

East Palace.

Jun Qi stayed in the Duke of Yan's Mansion for less than half an hour before leaving with an excuse.

After coming back, he had a tantrum in the Yunguang Palace.

Pointing at the two guards kneeling on the ground, he said, "Cao Mang! Where is the man? Go and get him back from Gu Lone Ma."

Jun Qizheng threw the documents on the table, picked up the inkstone and smashed it to the ground.

Just then, Cao Mang walked into the hall.

The inkstone shattered two steps away from him, and black ink instantly spread all over his deep red ochre clothes.

Cao Mang looked at the mess on the ground, glanced at the dirty corner of his robe, and said calmly, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Jun Qizhen turned around and looked at him suddenly when he heard the voice, his face full of annoyance and unwillingness.

He walked in quickly, poked Cao Mang's head and said, "You asked me to focus on government affairs, and then get close to Miss Mu after gaining the trust of my father.

Now, I have gained my father's respect as I wished, but you never told me that she has a difficult brother who is also the left marquis guard! "

Cao Mang's eyebrows did not move. "Your Highness, please be patient."

"What a bunch of bullshit! Just be patient. I have been patient for half a year. That Mu Luoheng is so bold that he dared to challenge me openly. He deserves death. It is not a pity for him to die."

Jun Qi was gritting his teeth, venting out all the resentment and dissatisfaction he had been suppressing today at this moment.

If he had not been in the Duke's Mansion, he would have definitely punished Mu Luoheng for his disrespect for his superiors!

It's ridiculous to think that he, a crown prince, doesn't even have the right to ask for a woman.

He was so angry that his face turned blue and his features were so hideous that they were almost distorted.

Cao Mang raised his eyes and knew that the time had come. It was time to loosen the soil for the towering tree of the Mu family.

His eyes were dim, and he said slowly, "The Emperor greatly appreciates the disaster relief policy that Your Highness proposed earlier, but he still doesn't know who to send to supervise the work."