The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

Facing Gu Boyan's innocent question, Song Xuanlin replied indifferently, "Yes, it's the same one."

Then he lowered his eyes again and looked deeply at the bun shop downstairs.

Some time ago, under the treatment of Master Yuanqing, his injuries healed quickly.

In order to avoid being attacked again by the prince's men, he returned to the capital alone in secret.

But after returning to Beijing, he found that the topic of conversation among people in Beijing after dinner was the marriage between Prince Jing'an's Mansion and Marquis Rongguo's Mansion, which even alarmed the emperor. After all, the marriage between the two mansions was related to the changes in the situation in the court.

So now no one cares whether he has returned to Beijing.

He had enjoyed his free time these days, and wandered around the market town in disguise, and actually found the West Street bun shop that the woman surnamed Wu mentioned when they were at Ningyuan Temple.

After observing for a period of time, he found that the owner of the bun shop looked very ordinary. There had never been any guests visiting his home, and no women had ever come in or out.

Lu Yue also said that the woman was from the Rongguo Marquis's Mansion and was familiar with the Prince of Jing'an.

But he secretly kept an eye on the Rongguo Marquis' Mansion and found no clues.

Now the appearance of Princess Yong'an seems to have connected all these things together again.

Song Xuanlin came back to his senses, took out the dagger dropped by the woman from Ningyuan Temple from his arms, and stroked it carefully.

He had never heard that Princess Yong'an knew martial arts, and he had seen the princess from afar once when Princess Qingya was still alive. Although he could not see her face clearly, he could tell that she had a graceful figure, yet also looked frail, and did not look like someone who practiced martial arts.

Bo Yan said that the princess's martial arts moves are similar to his uncle's, which means they are also similar to Shen Yun's previous martial arts.

When did Princess Yong'an learn martial arts?

Could she be the woman from Ningyuan Temple?

Song Xuanlin was deep in thought when a big hand suddenly snatched the dagger from his arms. He looked up at the opposite side.

Gu Boyan held the dagger in front of his eyes and kept flipping through it. "Xuanlin, didn't you practice with the long sword before? Why did your taste change now? Do you like this kind of personal gadget?"

Song Xuanlin looked helpless and was about to take it back, but he heard Gu Boyan suddenly frown and said, "Hey? Why is the pattern on the handle so similar to the pattern on Princess Yong'an's dagger? They are exactly the same!"

"Hmm?" Song Xuanlin stopped what he was doing. "Princess Yong'an's dagger?"

"Yes, yes, yes—" Gu Boyan looked at it carefully for a moment and nodded vigorously, "It's the same pattern. Xuanlin, where did you get this dagger? It's obvious that the pattern was carved by the same person."

Song Xuanlin took back the dagger, and his expression instantly became serious: "Boyan, at the Lotus Banquet that day, besides martial arts and the dagger, did you find anything else strange about Princess Yong'an?"

"Uh, well..." Gu Boyan held his chin and tried to recall for a moment, then said, "Oh, by the way, I remember that Princess Yong'an was also wandering around the palace. She just said that she got lost while admiring the scenery. But now it seems that it's not that simple. She seemed to be looking for something, and she was reluctant to leave the dilapidated rockery. Could it be..."

Gu Boyan's eyes flashed, and he slammed the table: "Xuan Lin, could it be that she has also discovered the secret of Jing'an Palace?!"

When Song Xuanlin heard this, he pursed his lips and his eyes became flickering.

Before he left Beijing, he only heard that Princess Yong'an had been bedridden for a long time. Some time ago, it was reported that she was terminally ill and would not live long.

Now she suddenly recovered and also had a series of strange behaviors, which is really a mystery.

Song Xuanlin looked at the dagger in his hand again. Princess Yong'an must be hiding many secrets, and it is very likely that she is related to the woman in Ningyuan Temple.

It seems that the most urgent task is not only to find the secret room and the batch of goods in Prince Jing'an's Mansion, but also to investigate this Princess Yong'an. Maybe we can find the woman.

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up and put the dagger back into his sleeve, and said to Gu Boyan who was still confused: "You can have fun by yourself, I'm going back first. Remember not to tell anyone that you have seen me."

"Hey Xuanlin, I haven't finished what I want to say!" Gu Boyan was about to raise his hand to grab him, but he saw Song Xuanlin walk away like the wind, and soon he disappeared.

"Alas, it's always like this. In the end I have to pay the bill!" Gu Boyan sighed and muttered, and left the teahouse in annoyance.

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Rongguo Marquis Mansion, Mingyuexuan.

Ever since returning from the Lotus Banquet that day, when Rong Sheng took the initiative to give up marrying the Prince of Jing'an, Lu and Rong Jin have both been much quieter and no longer found fault with or framed Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng had a rare period of free time these days, but he hardly went out.

She locked herself in the study, forgetting to eat and sleep and drawing the topographic map of Prince Jing'an's Palace.

At this time, Rong Sheng was painting diligently at his desk with a brush.

"Huh..." She suddenly straightened her back and stretched lazily, exhaling a breath of turbid air, "Finally finished the painting!"

She admired the topographic map of the palace that she had drawn from memory, and felt very satisfied.

Fortunately, my memory is still as good as in my previous life, otherwise the layout of this palace is so complicated that it would be really difficult to draw it completely.

"Pullingleng——"

Suddenly, a bird flew in from outside the window. Rong Sheng's left ear twitched slightly. He stood up and walked to the window. He saw a snow-white pigeon pacing on the ground, shaking its head.

She walked lightly into the yard, picked up the pigeon, took off the note tied to its leg, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then let the pigeon fly away.

These days, we have received news from Wu Lin continuously, saying that the horse-drawn carriages carrying goods from Wanshun Trading Company have appeared more and more frequently around Prince Jing'an's Palace.

Could it be that King Jing'an is going to make some big move?

She frowned and thought, raised her hand and crushed the note into powder, silently watching the powder drift away in the wind.

Wanshun Trading Company started out as a maritime company and often operated in various countries in the South China Sea, which naturally included the Nanyue Kingdom.

The feather scale armor of Nanyue Kingdom is unique among all the countries. Since Liu Rufeng has this feather scale armor, it means that there is definitely some connection between Jing'an Palace and Nanyue Kingdom.

Therefore, based on the current situation, it is speculated that the goods that Wanshun Trading Company sent to Prince Jing'an's Palace are most likely not simple gold, silver and jewelry.

Moreover, Wu Lin finally found out that last month alone, the amount of goods purchased by various stores of Wanshun Company was three times that of previous months.

There must be something fishy going on here, Rong Sheng muttered to himself. If these goods were indeed weapons and armor secretly transported from the Nanyue Kingdom, then such a large number of weapons being transported into Prince Jing'an's Palace, and they were gifts from another country, it would be hard not to think of treason and collusion with the enemy.

Treason...

Rong Sheng couldn't help but fall into memories of his past life.

She remembered that King Jing'an was not only a founding hero, but also had a large army and superb martial arts skills.

When the previous emperor passed away, he was the general at the time. He went against all odds and, with his superb martial arts and extraordinary courage, supported the current emperor to become emperor, thus stabilizing the turbulent political situation in Dazhen.

The emperor regarded him as his brother for life and death. Over the years, he not only made him a rare prince of a different surname, but also gave him endless wealth and glory.

However, although Prince Jing'an was in command of a large army, he took sick leave every now and then, rarely participated in court affairs, and allowed his crown prince Liu Rufeng to act arrogantly in the market.

Therefore, people all say that although Prince Jing'an is brave and good at fighting, he has gradually distanced himself from the court and has no ambitions. Moreover, his son is mediocre in talent and has done nothing.

Thinking of this, Rong Sheng suddenly realized that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. Prince Jing'an is a powerful martial artist and has many elite soldiers and generals. Even though he made great contributions to stabilizing the court, the emperor would inevitably be afraid of his strength, fearing that his achievements would overshadow his own.

Therefore, in order to protect himself, King Jing'an chose not to interfere in the affairs of the court.

But he was so high-spirited and ambitious back then, is he really willing to end up like this in loneliness?

Thinking of this, the rockery in Prince Jing'an's Mansion and the feather scale armor on Liu Rufeng's body appeared in Rong Sheng's eyes again.

Oh, I see.

She suddenly realized that the layout of Prince Jing'an's Palace was so strange, and it was privately close to Wanshun Trading Company, and there was also the armor from Nanyue Kingdom.

All these clues indicate that Prince Jing'an has been behaving himself in these years just to please the Emperor.

And judging from the recent movements of Wanshun Trading Company, he might be about to rebel.

Rong Sheng came back to his senses and quickly thought about what festivals or banquets were going to be held in the capital recently.

what is it?

She stroked her chin and thought hard. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. Could it be...

The Emperor’s birthday?