The system jumped to me

Hanemiya

After reporting to Mingyue, Shangguan Qian decided to go to Yugong to find Yun Weishan as planned, bringing the medicinal tea that could relieve pain, to see if there was any important news.

Shangguan Qian took advantage of the cover of night to sneak into Yu Palace, entered Yun Weishan's room, and blocked the attack.

"Sister, I came to see you, so you don't welcome me?"

Shangguan Qian was very casual and poured herself a cup of tea while talking.

"What are you doing here?" Yun Weishan asked with some impatience.

"Sister, don't be angry! You don't know yet! The person who just died was Elder Yue."

Shangguan Qian drank the tea, took out the porcelain bottle from her sleeve without any concealment, and poured the medicinal tea into the teapot.

Seeing this, Yun Weishan frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shangguan Qian calmly closed the lid of the pot and put away the porcelain bottle. "This is a medicinal tea made from cold water stone and Viola yedoensis. It can't cure the poison, but it can suppress the pain brought by the half-moon fly."

Yun Weishan looked at her suspiciously, could she be so kind?

"You said that the dead person was Elder Yue. Did you kill him?" Yun Weishan didn't dare to drink the medicinal tea for a while.

"Of course not, but on the way here I heard the servants say that it was a sword wound, and there was a message left: The killer is nameless, the blade has no edge."

"Wuming again! I thought it would be Li Mingyue." Yun Weishan carefully smelled the medicinal tea in the cup, and made sure that there was no problem before drinking it with confidence.

"Of course it's not her. We were together when the accident happened. However, it seems that Manager Jia is not the real Wuming. Wuming is still in the palace gate and is not dead!"

Yun Weishan put down the teacup and said, "Wuming has been lurking in the palace for so many years and has been silent. Why did he suddenly take action?"

"It seems that this was not Wuming's own intention. Perhaps he was coerced."

Shangguan Qian looked a little worried. "She killed people so wantonly in the palace gate. It will definitely cause the palace gate to be on high alert. Our actions will only become more and more troublesome."

Looking at the anxiety on Yun Weishan's face and thinking of Mingyue's promise, Shangguan Qian felt a little proud. It's you who are in trouble, but I have someone to protect me.

Shangguan Qian thought so in his heart and said, "Not necessarily. I feel that the palace gate may point the spearhead at its own people this time."

Yun Weishan fell into deep thought.

Shangguan Qian seems to have a good relationship with Li Mingyue. Could it be that she lied to me before, and Li Mingyue is actually Wufeng?

Shangguan Qianjian was disappointed that he could not get any useful information.

"Sister, not only did your plan to enter the back mountain fail, but you were also grounded. The half-month deadline is almost up. What are you going to do?"

Yun Weishan's expression was somewhat unsightly, "It has nothing to do with you!"

Shangguan Qian was scolded, but she was not angry. She still had a faint smile on her face, "If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. It's almost time. You drink. I'm leaving first!"

Shangguan Qian stood up and prepared to leave.

Yun Weishan looked at the teapot, and after some struggle, he said, "Add some gentian grass."

Shangguan Qian paused, "Thank you, sister!"

Then he climbed out the window and left.

Chamber

Gong Ziyu was extremely conflicted, but he still expressed his doubts, "Gong Yuanzheng, where is Junior Master tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

Gong Yuanzheng stared at Gong Ziyu with his eyes fixed, his hand already on the hidden weapon bag at his waist, as if the hidden weapon would be shot out immediately as soon as he spoke.

Gong Ziyu was a little unconvinced at first, but Gong Yuanzheng's reaction was so intense that it increased his suspicion.

The two men refused to back down and kept staring at each other as if they wanted to glare each other to death.