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

Seeing the expected person as he wished, Jun Qizheng curled the corners of his lips, and a trace of desire to win flashed in his eyes.

After the royal carriage passed by, important civil and military officials and the children of officials immediately followed.

The huge and mighty team marched all the way towards Mulan Mountain.

It was Mu Luan’s first time to participate in the autumn hunt, and she didn’t expect that Mulan Mountain was so far away from the capital.

The team walked for a whole day and just arrived at the Mulan Mountain enclosure when night fell.

She had never traveled such a long distance before, and when she got off the carriage, she felt dizzy for a moment.

Shen Yin is completely different from her.

He was still somewhat controllable in the carriage, but once he got off, he was like a wild horse running away from its reins, shouting excitedly toward the dark forest, "We're finally here! I'm dying of suffocation!"

Mu Qingyu took the water bag from the guard, glanced at the lively Shen Yin, and shook his head helplessly.

Then he walked to Mu Luan, looked at her listless appearance, handed her the water bag, and said distressedly: "How is it, are you okay?"

Mu Luan waved her hand and rejected her second brother's kindness.

There were tea and snacks in the carriage, so she didn't feel thirsty, but the shaking of the carriage made her feel a little dizzy.

"Be patient, once they set up the tent, you can have a good rest tonight." Mu Qingyu considerately helped her find a clean stone surface and helped her sit down.

At the same time, in the palace.

Jiang Xia was inspecting the various magnificent buildings in the Eastern Palace as usual.

I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the flickering fire in the Yunguang Hall, and it seemed that a figure was passing by the doors and windows.

He frowned slightly, remembering that the Fourth Prince had asked him to investigate the Crown Prince's adviser.

So he pretended that he hadn't noticed anything, pointed to the corner of the corridor in front, and said to the guards behind him: "Go over there and inspect. If you see anything unusual, report it immediately!"

"Yes."

Watching the guards leave in an orderly manner, Jiang Xia lowered his eyes, quickly disappeared into the darkness, and followed the dark area under the eaves, approaching the Yunguang Palace little by little.

In the hall, a man in black military uniform was holding a jade pen and writing something at the desk.

Jiang Xia raised his hand and poked a hole in the screen window. He held his breath, and stared at the person sitting with his back to him with his sharp eyes.

A thick stack of memorials was piled up on one end of the table, and at the other end, there lay a half-broken red-gold mask.

As long as he turned his eyes slightly, Jiang Xia could see his face clearly.

The identity of the prince's adviser is very secretive.

Even the prince never mentioned this person in front of outsiders, as if this person did not exist in the East Palace at all.

But Jiang Xia knew that most of the political ideas and corresponding solutions that the prince contributed in the court were attributed to this strategist behind the scenes.

He didn't expect that he would be able to catch this man tonight. He tensed his body and didn't move for a moment. After a while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Jun Zhao held a red pen and methodically made notes on the blank spaces of the memorial.

Only after the last stroke was made did he slowly put the pen down on the pen holder and slowly closed the memorial.

He picked up the red-gold mask on the side, and just when Jiang Xia thought he was going to put it on, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the antique shelf on the side.

Jiang Xia blinked his sore eyes and looked carefully at that half of the handsome face.

I just felt it was so familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

He calmed his mind and continued to observe.

Jun Zhao put down the mask and walked to the small table next to the antique display cabinet.

Her slender fingers easily flipped over a cup.

He then reached out to pick up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water gracefully.

He rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips for a while, then curled the corners of his lips and drank all the water in the cup.

The moment the cup fell back onto the tea tray, he suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Xia's position and asked in a cold voice, "Who?"

Jiang Xia opened his pupils slightly, took a quick glance, then immediately withdrew and rushed quickly towards his own room.

How could it be him!

Jiang Xia's mind was lingering with that extremely handsome face for a long time, and he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Isn’t he the man in Youming Inn?

Isn’t this the person that the Fourth Prince has been looking for?

He is the nineteenth prince!

Incredibly, the nineteenth prince actually became the crown prince's adviser.

He hides his identity and lurks beside the prince. There must be a shocking conspiracy hidden in this!

No wonder he recognized the Nineteenth Prince at a glance.

The life and death light had not been lit in Youming Inn for more than 20 years, and Xu Chang died at the hands of a wild wolf afterwards.

There is no way the Fourth Prince would not investigate this matter thoroughly.

At that time, Jun Zhiling hired a famous painter in the capital with a large sum of money and bribed the two jailers under the nine-story tower.

The facial features of the prisoner on the day of the Qiongqi Hydrangea performance were depicted one by one.

Jiang Xia returned to the main room, walked straight to the head of his bed, lifted the pillow, and took out a yellowed piece of paper from the secret compartment of the bed.

The person drawn on the paper was exactly the person he had just seen in the Yunguang Palace.

Thoughts raced through his eyes as he folded the drawing paper bit by bit and put it into his lapel.

This matter is of great importance, and he must report it to the Fourth Prince in person.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his bag, prepared to pack up and rush to Mulan Mountain Paddock overnight.

However, the moment he opened the wardrobe, a chilling air rushed towards him from the darkness.

Jiang Xia suddenly let go of his hand and quickly stepped back.

Faint moonlight shone into the room, and a masked man in black could be vaguely seen.

A sticky liquid dripped from the tip of the knife, emitting a bloody smell in the darkness.

Jiang Xia lowered his eyes to look at the scratch on his chest and shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you assassinate someone in the palace?"

"Want to know?"

The man chuckled and said, "Then I will give you a ride and let you go down to ask the King of Hell!"

The man in black clenched the long knife in his hand and chopped towards Jiang Xia head-on. Each move was ruthless, and he vowed to take Jiang Xia's life.

Jiang Xia’s martial arts skills were not low, but he had just been attacked by surprise, leaving a scar on his chest and bleeding profusely. It was not suitable for him to engage in too much entanglement with the man in black.

He dodged the sharp blade, but was slow for a moment before being kicked in the chest and fell under the window sill.

The blood flowed backwards and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the man in black attacked again, he didn't even have time to catch his breath. He struggled to stand up and jumped out of the window.

Just then, a patrolling imperial guard passed by the Zhifang area. Jiang Xia hurriedly shouted, "There's an assassin. Catch him!"

Hearing the noise, the guards did not slack off at all.

He immediately rushed into the courtyard and saw the captain of the East Depot running away quickly, holding his chest.

"Captain!" The leading guard rushed forward to support him.

Jiang Xia waved his hand away, pointed behind him and said, "Quick, catch him!"

The man in black stood under the eaves holding a long knife. He glanced at Jiang Xia not far away and hesitated to move forward.

Seeing the guards pouring in, he hesitated for a moment, then angrily retracted his sword, jumped onto the roof and left quickly.

Jiang Xia looked at the large number of guards chasing the man in black, his eyes solemn.