On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Wen Qingzhuo is in the study. He must do the things assigned by Mr. Mo accurately.

But this matter is of great importance, and we must be more cautious. As we were doing this, we heard the study door ringing.

Annoyed that the servant didn't behave well, he came in without knocking and smelled another aroma.

"Who let you in? Put your things down and get out!"

He didn't raise his head, but he could feel that instead of leaving, the person sat down.

"Master Wen, are you busy?"

Wen Qingzhuo raised his head in surprise, thinking that he was dazzled, but when he looked carefully, he saw that it was indeed Yan Ruyu.

"Is it you? You didn't leave?"

"Let's go. Didn't I remember that there is still something I haven't figured out yet, so I came here to ask."

After walking all the way, the things in the cup were almost dry. Yan Ruyu took a bite and said, "It tastes good."

Wen Qingzhuo almost laughed angrily and closed the document in his hand: "Young madam, I have given you the money, what else do you want to think about?"

"Compared to my husband's innocence, a mere 4 taels is nothing. If my Zhennan Prince's Mansion is here, let alone 4 taels, it is your entire Governor's Mansion. How can it be compared to it?"

Yan Ruyu took a sip of the soup and spoke slowly, but every word was like a heavy hammer.

Wen Qingzhuo breathed slightly: "Young madam, the affairs of Zhennan Palace are decided by the court and the emperor, and have nothing to do with me.

In consideration of my past friendship with the prince, I invited the young lady to come to the house and gave her some silver as a gift. Madam, I'm afraid you are not suitable now... "

"The feelings of the past, Governor Wen can really say this," Yan Ruyu put down the spoon with a crisp sound.

He raised his eyes, his cold eyes gleaming with daggers: "How did my husband get framed? Mr. Wen, do you really have no idea at all?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know? You don't know, Mr. Mo doesn't know, and King Yi doesn't know either?"

Wen Qingzhuo was shocked, and surprise flashed in his eyes: "Young Madam, you have met Mr. Mo, he..."

"He is a fake. He lied to me and said he was the prince. It's a joke. If I didn't even have this ability to distinguish, would I be alive today? Can I sit here and talk to the governor?"

Wen Qingzhuo took a deep breath and put away the remaining smile on his face: "So, what do you really want, Madam?

Since you are smart enough, you should know that this is our Wen Mansion, not the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. "

"You should be lucky that this is not Zhennan Prince's Mansion, otherwise, you wouldn't even have a chance to speak."

Yan Ruyu wiped her mouth with her handkerchief, stood up, walked to the desk, and picked up a piece of writing next to her.

It's the one written by Mr. Mo.

Wen Qingzhuo wanted to take it away, but Yan Ruyu took it away and put the words in it.

Wen Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was dazzled again... the words disappeared out of thin air?

"you……"

"Prince Wen, I want to ask you one last time, can you tell me carefully whether my prince's frame-up has anything to do with King Yi?"

Wen Qingzhuo's heart skipped a beat and he glanced outside from the corner of his eye. Yan Ruyu took out the dagger and placed it gently on the table, with the tip of the knife facing him.

"Can you tell?"

Wen Qingzhuo gritted his teeth: "I am in Sucheng and His Royal Highness King Yi is in the capital. What he did, how can I..."

"That means he refuses to say anything," Yan Ruyu interrupted him and picked up the document he had just read.

The home page is a topographic map of a town, along with population records. This is...

Wen Qingzhuo reached out and grabbed it: "Give it back to me!"

With a flash of cold light, Yan Ruyu held the handle of the knife in her other hand, passed it straight through the back of his hand, and nailed it into the table.

"Ah!" Wen Qingzhuo just screamed in pain when Yan Ruyu took a book and stuffed it into his mouth.

After flipping through the pages, Yan Ruyu slapped Wen Qingzhuo on the face: "What is this? What do you want to do?"

Wen Qingzhuo had never suffered this crime. His face turned pale, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his gray hair was soaked.

"Don't you dare say?" Yan Ruyu asked coldly, "What are the medicinal materials in your granary used for?"

Wen Qingzhuo opened his eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief.

"It seems I guessed it right," Yan Ruyu put the paper away, "Wen Qingzhuo, you are such a good official!"

"Let me ask you again, were you involved in the affairs of Zhennan Palace? If you know anything, tell me!"

A thought flashed through Wen Qingzhuo's mind: How could anyone be more ruthless than Mr. Mo? And she’s a woman!

"I didn't...participate in such a big event. I'm not qualified enough. Besides, I'm not in the capital."

"This is your last chance," Yan Ruyu reminded.

"I really didn't participate, but I heard King Yi say that he was dissatisfied with King Zhennan, saying that he was just a king with a different surname, relying on his military achievements, he couldn't compete with the prince at all, but he just didn't know how to show weakness and never Take King Yi seriously."

"I heard that King Yi sent a lot of hidden stakes to the border. I thought that King Zhennan was framed and it must have something to do with him, but I really don't know the details. Mr. Mo should know that he is King Yi's confidant. real!"

Yan Ruyu asked: "Do you have any letters between you and King Yi?"

"No," Wen Qingzhuo almost fainted from the pain, "No, Mr. Mo is cautious. He comes by messenger every time. He watches me read it and then burns it directly. I also want to keep it, but there is no chance."

"What happened this time," Wen Qingzhuo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, "King Yi said that when I am ready, he will find a way to transfer me to Beijing. I am also doing it..."

For what reason, I won’t have a chance to say it later.

A streak of blood spread in front of his eyes.

The last thing I heard was Yan Ruyu's cold and ethereal voice: "If you do evil to this extent, God will not stop you, I will stop you!"

Yan Ruyu put away the dagger, cleaned up the things in his study, and checked again. There was a small dark room with no important documents in it, only a few boxes of treasures.

Yan Ruyu was a little disappointed. She thought that an official like Wen Qingzhuo would have some clues, but she didn't expect that there were none.

She dipped something in blood and wrote a line of words on the wall: Murderer, Monkey King.

After finishing writing, he turned around to find Mr. Jia.

Huo Changhe was watching Wen Haizhe bragging, saying nothing.

If Jin Collar hadn't come back with a message, he would have killed Wen Haizhe and gone to see Yan Ruyu.

Just when she couldn't bear it anymore, Yan Ruyu came.

Wearing a monkey face mask, she swaggered in without dodge at all.

Wen Haizhe didn't know at all that the men he ordered to guard outside had been dealt with by Jin Collar long ago, and now he was the only one left.

While he was smiling and talking to Huo Changhe about which music studio had a beautiful singer's singing voice and which dance studio had a beautiful dancer, he saw a strange man with a monkey face striding over.

He was startled and almost bit his tongue.

"You...who are you? How did you get in?"

Huo Changhe suddenly became energetic: "Oh, you're looking for me."

Wen Haizhe breathed a sigh of relief, and Yan Ruyu took off her mask, revealing her true face.

Having already met "Master Jia" wearing this mask, Yan Ruyu no longer hides it.

Huo Changhe was calm, but Wen Haizhe was no longer calm, pointing at Yan Ruyu: "You...why is it you? Aren't you gone?"

Seeing the blood on Yan Ruyu's body, her tongue became even more knotted: "Where did the blood on you... come from?"

Yan Ruyu lowered her eyes and replied calmly: "Oh, it's your father."