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

Yan Ruyu is also full of doubts now.

Start to sort it out silently from the heart.

The sachet dropped by Mr. Mo was found, and the location was found. The courtyard was empty, except for an injured and disfigured Ms. Song. According to Ms. Song, there was indeed a mistress in the courtyard, but she had gone out to collect herbs and it was unknown when she would be back.

While discussing with Huo Changhe, he returned to the city.

When they got back to their residence, before they got off the carriage, they heard the sound of horse hooves, and Yinding whispered, "Prince, Princess, it's Cui Chong."

Now they are both in the carriage with makeup on their faces.

Huo Changhe said: "Why ask him? Don't tell him we are here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves stopped. Cui Chong got off the horse and bowed, saying, "Brother Yinding, I wonder if the princess is at home?"

Yinding blinked his eyes: "No, it seems that he went out. What do you want?"

Cui Chong said, "My wife told me to deliver a letter to report something to the princess."

A wicked smile flashed in Yinding's eyes: "What's the important matter? The princess is not at home, why don't you tell me first, and I will report it when the princess comes back."

Cui Chong nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble Brother Yinding."

Yan Ruyu was listening in the carriage, and Huo Changhe smiled helplessly.

Both of them guessed that it was not a private matter, otherwise they would not have sent Cui Chong, a man, to deliver the message, so they just let the silver ingot make a fuss.

Cui Chong took a few steps forward, his voice obviously lowered: "My wife asked me to report to the princess, Madam Mu, has passed away."

The silver ingot was originally a joke, but I didn't expect to hear the news of someone else's death.

"Who?"

Cui Chong repeated again: "Madam Mu, Mu Liushi, her husband is the lieutenant general Mu Liangze who is in charge of food."

Yan Ruyu's smile froze in the car. She took out a wet towel from the space and wiped the makeup off her face.

Then he lifted the curtain and asked, "How did she die?"

Cui Chong was caught off guard by the question. He turned around and saw Yan Ruyu. His heart skipped a beat and he looked at the silver ingot again.

He quickly greeted Yan Ruyu and said, "Princess, my wife said that he was ill early this morning and had been getting better, but somehow, his condition suddenly got worse and he fainted. He passed away without being saved."

Yan Ruyu’s first reaction was that it was impossible.

Madam Mu did suffer some physical injuries, but she wouldn't die just like that, unless...something else happened in between.

Huo Changhe comforted him, "You have also visited him and tried your best. We have never had any dealings with him, so there is no need to take it upon yourself."

He knew Yan Ruyu too well. Although she seemed cold and aloof, she was actually passionate inside.

If not for this, he wouldn't have come to Yun's house for treatment even though he didn't know Madam Mu at all.

Yan Ruyu shook her head: "I think she shouldn't die."

"Cui Chong, go back first and tell my wife that I will go to see her later and we will go to pay our respects together."

"Yes."

Cui Chong mounted his horse and left, while Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe got off the car and returned home first.

Yan Ruyu went back to the yard to change clothes. Linlang had come back first to protect the eldest lady and was worried about her. When she saw her come back, she quickly ran up to greet her.

"Linlang, come with me to the Mu family," Yan Ruyu ordered, "Go and ask the eldest lady what kind of things we need to prepare for our condolences. Ask the eldest lady to help prepare some."

Linlang was stunned: "That woman is dead? That shouldn't be the case. No one the master has dealt with will die."

Yan Ruyu was originally wondering, but couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She patted her face and said, "Silly girl, your master is not a god, and there are people he can't cure. Go quickly."

Linlang pouted and muttered, "The master is a god."

He ran while muttering.

Yan Ruyu shouted from behind again: "Wait a moment."

"If the Madam also wants to go to pay her respects, just tell her that I will go first to see the situation. Maybe there will be something else. If she wants to go, she can go tomorrow."

"Yes, I have remembered this."

The eldest master said with some distress: "Princess, we have not been at peace since this morning. You should take a rest first. The condolences will be over sooner or later."

Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll go to the room to rest and call me when Linlang comes back."

She went into the house, relaxed her hair, washed her face carefully, and took off her outer robe.

The room was warm, and after washing my face, I felt comfortable and relaxed.

Consciousness enters space.

Sit in the space for a while, eat a fruit, and press the amethyst.

As soon as the button was pressed, the abbot's voice came from the other side.

"Ruyu, you're back? I was just about to call you."

"Just got back," Yan Ruyu was not surprised to be identified by the abbot, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"I want to tell you that the sachet has moved! I wanted to tell you, but I thought it would be inconvenient for you, so I kept holding it in."

Yan Ruyu paused: "Moved? Where did it move?"

"I don't know about that. The distance is not too far, and there is no marking on it. Hey? You should know. I see a section of the road, and you are overlapping."

Yan Ruyu's heart was shocked: "Overlap?!"

"Yes, I was busy just now and was not guarding the space all the time. I wanted to see if you came back, and I found that the sachet moved and left the activity range I mentioned before. After taking a closer look, I found that your activity trajectory overlapped with hers."

Yan Ruyu's previous thoughts flashed through her mind again: the sachet dropped by Mr. Mo, the location, the courtyard, the injured and disfigured Ms. Song in the courtyard, and according to Ms. Song, the hostess who went to collect herbs and no one knew when she would return.

It turned out to be the case.

There is no hostess at all, Ms. Song herself is the hostess.

She is also the owner of the sachet.

Yan Ruyu laughed briefly. It was still unknown how her face was injured, but if it was really related to Mr. Mo, then Huo Changhe was right. The victim stayed voluntarily and was reluctant to leave the perpetrator.

"Ruyu?" The abbot asked when she didn't say anything, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Yan Ruyu replied, "I just feel like I've been tricked."

"Oh?" The abbot was eager to see the fun, "It's not common to see you have this feeling."

"What's the story? What strange things did you encounter in the temple?"

"Indeed, I met a special monk." Yan Ruyu heard the footsteps of Huo Changhe in the yard. "That's it for now. The prince is back. We'll talk later."

After leaving consciousness, Huo Changhe lifted the curtain and entered the room.

"All orders have been given. Don't worry. There will be people watching over the village and the courtyard."

Yan Ruyu came over to help him carefully wipe off the makeup and covered his face with a hot towel.

"That Miss Song should be the person we are looking for. Her leg injury is fake, and her identity is also fake. She is the mistress of that courtyard."

Huo Changhe was also stunned for a moment: "Is it her?"

"Yes, that sachet is also hers. There must be a connection between her and Mr. Mo."

Huo Changhe immediately stood up and said, "I will go and bring her back myself."

"No need for now. Didn't we send someone to keep an eye on her? Let's wait and see if we can find where Mr. Mo is."

"It's easy to catch her now, but she won't tell anyone."

How could someone who had his face injured like that and still pretended to have a broken leg and lie easily reveal the truth?