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

Mu Qingyu looked at her in surprise, "Cao Mang? Cao Mang, the head of the Western Factory?"

Mu Luan nodded and said, "That's right!"

Zuo Cheng was Cao Mang's concubine, and the court also sent Zuo Cheng to supervise the construction schedule of the Yangcheng Lingqu Canal.

Mu Luan didn't believe there were such coincidences in the world, "Second brother, can you send someone to secretly investigate Zuo Cheng's background?"

Mu Qingyu nodded seriously, "I'll send someone to check it out right away."

If there is some hidden secret behind this matter, then both his father and elder brother will be in danger. He must get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.

I once heard from my father that Cao Mang had a very close relationship with the Empress.

The prince's death was his own fault, but Yaoyao was implicated.

There is no guarantee that the Empress is not plotting to frame the Mu family because of the loss of the Crown Prince.

but……

Mu Qingyu walked a little further away, then suddenly stopped and looked back.

Mu Luan lowered her brows and walked slowly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mu Qingyu frowned in confusion and muttered quietly, "How did Yaoyao know that Zuo Cheng was Cao Mang's man?"

The factions in the palace were sometimes distinct and sometimes mixed.

He was able to get some information from the court while in the Northern Yamen Forbidden Army Camp.

It is said that Zuo Cheng was tall and strong, with a clean and upright face.

Everyone said that judging from this man's appearance, he would have a bright future and would be a good candidate to benefit the people.

Even he almost thought that Zuo Cheng was the one that everyone was talking about.

But Yaoyao said that this person was Cao Mang's man!

The head of the Western Factory is sinister and vicious, and is not a good person.

No matter what, he still believed in Yaoyao and decided to get to the bottom of the matter first.

As Mu Qingyu thought about this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Mu Luan carefully recalled what happened in his previous life, fearing that he had missed something.

Zuo Cheng was Cao Mang's man, and Cao Mang was the Empress's man.

So, the person who has always wanted to deal with the Mu family is actually the Queen!

Mu Luan couldn't understand why the Queen wanted to kill the Mu family.

The most prosperous brothel in the capital - Hexiangguan.

The bright lights outside and the music and singing every night make the deserted underground even more quiet and eerie.

In the secret room, Jun Zhao's eyes were lightly closed, his brows wrinkled from time to time, as if he was entangled in a nightmare, and beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

"Mu Luan, come here."

A cold voice sounded in the misty fog.

The girl hiding in the corner trembled and shook her head, not daring to get close to the source of the sound.

A blood-stained hand reached out to her. Mu Luan's face was pale and her eyes were tearful. She stood up and staggered towards the door.

But she was no match for the man, and when they passed each other, his bloody hand grabbed her collar.

The frail body was like a withered willow branch, easily pushed between the beds by the dirty hand.

The little girl's peach-like eyes were filled with tears. She cried breathlessly and struggled desperately.

But she could not do anything about the hands that were bullying her.

Jun Zhao clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He waved away the mist, followed the sound of the little girl's cry, grabbed the purple-robed man's shoulders and pulled him up.

Just as his fist was about to land on his face, Jun Zhao's pupils trembled and he suddenly stopped.

In just a moment, the man in purple was stunned for a moment, then he turned his fist and swung it at Jun Zhao.

Jun Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes trembled, dark and gloomy.

how come?

How could that person be himself?

Jun Zhao stood up from the couch and unexpectedly felt that he was just like the man in his dream, with a bit of coldness and depression.

The little girl's frightened and helpless look remained in front of my eyes for a long time, and a suffocating pain gradually spread from my heart.

The complex emotions in her pupils were just like the look she had when she first looked at him.

Why would he have such a dream?

Could it be that the person in the dream is really me?

As the scenes in the dream became clearer and clearer, the cold emotions in his dark eyes kept surging.

It was not until the sound of the stone door slowly moving was heard that the waves in Jun Zhao's eyes gradually calmed down.

Ying Qi knelt on one leg on the ground and said respectfully: "Master, the person has been sent over."

"Ah."

Jun Zhao responded with a single word in a calm voice.

Then Ying Qi continued to report: "The man was killed by General Mu himself. General Mu was afraid of trouble and wanted to keep me here. It was Miss Mu who came forward and confirmed that I would not harm the Mu family, so she let me go."

Jun Zhao slowly raised his eyes and tilted his head to look at him. His dark eyes were hidden in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a moment, he curled the corners of his lips and silently twirled a string of golden objects in his hand.

The slender chain floated gently between his cold white fingers like flowing water.

The fingertips were stroking the purple-red jade bead that looked like clotted blood.

His young lady is using his people to pass a message to him.

Always remind him not to touch anyone from the Mu family.

She had very little trust in him.

But what the young lady doesn't know is that human hearts are treacherous, and she will soon realize that he is the only one she can rely on!

The smile in Jun Zhao's eyes faded, and he said, "Did you find the person I asked you to investigate last time?"

Ying Qi lowered his eyebrows and said, "The person is already in the interrogation room."

Jun Zhao paused as he stroked the blood bead, put it back in his arms, and stood up and left the stone chamber.

In the interrogation room, it was dark except for the flickering flame in the brazier next to the cross.

An old woman dressed as a peasant was kneeling on the ground tremblingly, not daring to look up.

Because when I looked up inadvertently just now, all I saw were some bone-eating and skin-stripping torture instruments.

She didn't know who she had offended, so she could only curl up and try to reduce her presence as much as possible.

Hearing the sound of steady footsteps, she quickly lowered her head.

Jun Zhao glanced at the person on the ground with his cold eyes, and walked leisurely to the armchair and sat down.

The old woman watched a pair of black leather boots passing by her, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Jun Zhao stared at the old woman for a moment, then asked patiently, "Tell me, who did you deliver a baby for sixteen years ago?"

The old woman's eyes widened in disbelief, and she suddenly raised her eyes to look at the person who was speaking.

After seeing that it was a young man, the fear in her eyes visibly eased a little.

This man looks very young. I wonder how old he is. Maybe he was not even born sixteen years ago!

Although the young man was handsome, he exuded a coldness that made people unconsciously fear and retreat.

"I don't understand what you are saying, sir. I am just a farmer who grows melons and has never delivered a baby. Did you find the wrong person?"

She mustered up the courage to speak it all in one breath, her hands resting on her knees almost tearing off a piece of flesh from her thighs, and she managed to maintain her composure.

Jun Zhao looked at her stubborn expression without being annoyed at all.

He leaned back in the chair, his black robe fitting neatly and elegantly.

He slowly pulled out the handy dagger from his sleeve and turned it over between his fingers.

Before she could say anything, the old woman saw the cold light of the knife and struggled to shrink back.