【Gyeonghwa Palace】

Gongzi Yu sat there with a blank look in his eyes, looking thoughtful. From time to time, he picked up the pen in his hand, but hesitated to put it down.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xian said, "Your Highness, what are you thinking?" ”

Gongzi Yu shook his head and sighed lightly.

"How's my father's illness?"

Gongzi Yu picked up the pen again and wrote something on the inkstone.

Fang Xian smiled and replied, "Your Highness, don't worry, Your Majesty is already much better, and it is estimated that it will be as usual in a few days." ”

When Gongzi Yu heard this, his hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

"My son doesn't believe in witchcraft. Father's illness this time must be caused by someone. ”

Fang Xian listened and asked in a low voice, "Then according to His Highness, who is this person?" ”

Gongziyu did not answer. He didn't know who this person really was. Even if he had a guess, there was no actual evidence, at most it was just his slander and slander.

Suddenly, he thought about the Nine Pyloric Gates.

Ni Wuyin's misunderstanding of him must be the work of the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect.

He could bear her misunderstanding, but if this was the case, it would make the real Nine Pyloric Sect Master more and more rampant. They didn't find the master of the Nine Pyloric Gate for a day, and the crisis lurked around them for a day......

"How did this son ask you to check?"

Gongzi Yu continued to write, but asked lightly.

Fang Xian shook his head and replied with his fists clenched: "Back to Your Highness, the identity of the Nine Heterosome Sect Master is too secret, and his subordinates will not be able to find out his identity no matter what. ”

Gongzi Yu closed his eyes tightly.

"That's it. The identity of the master of the Nine Pyloric Gate seems to be only when that person shows his feet. You go and check on your father's affairs first, and maybe you can touch the melons along the way. ”

【Shutong Hall】

Lan Qingyan and Qingluo came back from outside and walked into the hall.

"Qingluo, you have to order you to go down in the next few days, and you can't let Gongzi Yu go to the Imperial Prison Division again."

Qingluo quickly understood what Lan Qingyan meant.

Now Ni Wuyin knows what Lan Qingyan has done, if he tells Gongzi Yu about this, wouldn't he want to give someone a handle?

"Actually, Madame doesn't have to be like that." Qingluo smiled mysteriously. "That Gongzi Yu and Ni Wuyin already have a blood feud, so where will Ni Wuyin say this to Gongzi Yu?"

Lan Qingyan thought about it and nodded. "Well, you're right. It's just—"

She took the spice in her hand.

"It's a no-brainer. In order to be foolproof, it is better to be cautious. ”

Lan Qingyan said this, but suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Qingluo, why do you think they are so stupid? It's just stupid! ”

She covered her mouth and giggled, and Qingluo laughed too.

She's done so much that no one can find out. She just used a note and a few words, and she actually made Ni Wuyin believe that Gongzi Yu was the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect and her enemy!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Qingluo suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice: "Madam, what do you say Your Royal Highness will do next?" ”

Lan Qingyan suddenly became serious.

"It's okay to do anything-"

She spoke, pondering again. "As long as it is what His Royal Highness wants to do, as long as it is for his good, Mrs. Ben will naturally do her best to help."

As she spoke, she became inexplicably sad.

Second Highness, I think so much about you, why can you only see a sound in your eyes?

"Has His Royal Highness been going to the Imperial Prison Division a lot lately?"

Although she already knew the answer in her heart, she still had a hint of anticipation, hoping to hear a different answer.

Qingluo let out a breath and said slowly in a comforting tone: "Madam, don't think about this. His Royal Highness is just confused for a while. I believe that soon His Royal Highness will lose interest in her. What's more—"

Qingluo said, walked closer again, leaned over and whispered: "Your Royal Highness didn't tell Na Ni Wuyin about you, where can you love her?" ”

Lan Qingyan sighed deeply and shook her head.

She knew that he didn't tell Ni Wuyin what she had done and her identity as the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect, because it was about him, and he could use this matter to push the boat down the river, making Ni Wuyin even more resentful of Gongzi Yu......

Most importantly, he doesn't want to make Ni Wuyin sad!

Now just the thought of Neon Wuyin makes her fidgeting and unable to sleep at night.

She gritted her teeth, indignant.

Neon Silence, I can't let you take him away!

Thinking so, she hurried out of the temple and went to the court in a sedan chair.

When she walked into the Imperial Prison Division, the prison man greeted her with a smile again. "Ouch, Mrs. Lan—"

Lan Qingyan was very disdainful of the prison man's groveling and flattering appearance. She glanced at the prison man with slanted eyes, and said mockingly, "What, beaten? ”

When the prisoner heard this, he thought that Lan Qingyan was going to make decisions for him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Oops...... It's not a few days ago that the Third Highness came down, and when he saw that the lower official treated Miss Ni poorly, he rewarded the lower official with a board......"

As he spoke, he clutched his waist and tried his best to make a painful expression, calling exaggeratedly.

Lan frowned lightly and sneered.

"The Third Highness is playing well-"

Hearing Lan Qingyan say this, the prison man was suddenly stunned. After a while, he hurriedly smiled again: "Yes, yes, yes, good fight, good fight......"

"If I don't beat you, how can you have a memory? Also received money? ”

The jailer nodded hurriedly and smiled even brighter.

"Yes, yes, it's all the low-level rats, let that-"

"Alright."

Lan Qingyan didn't have the patience to listen to him anymore. She and Qingluo walked straight to the prison where Ni Wuyin was.

Ni Wuyin saw Lan Qingyan coming, but her face was expressionless.

"Hey—"

Lan sighed exaggeratedly, looked around, and looked at her contemptuously.

"I guess you're going to die soon, aren't you? Even if you know the truth, what can you do? Now, you can only wait to die in this airtight prison. ”

Ni Wuyin was unmoved, and said coldly: "I have already died so many times, so what's the harm of dying again?" ”

"Hah!"

Lan sneered contemptuously and disdainfully, and raised her eyebrows again.

"Do you think someone can save you? You are not even as good as the slaves and maids in my palace now, maybe everyone has forgotten that there is such a person as you. ”

Ni Silent smiled softly.

"Lan Qingyan, I should have seen through your true face a long time ago."

"No, you never know what you're doing wrong, it's pathetic."

Lan was sarcastic, and slowly squatted down again, looking at Ni Wuyin. She couldn't help but feel a hint of happiness in her heart when she saw Ni Wuyin so down. This kind of happiness is much happier than watching her die.