I made the villain right.

At the same time, inside the mansion of Yun Bohou.

Shi Xiaomian drank in the morning, slept all day, woke up at night, stretched, and walked out of the room.

Looking at the bright fireworks in the night sky, her eyes, which were originally a little sleepy, were instantly lit up.

I couldn't help but walk into the courtyard, watch closely, and be mesmerized.

"I haven't seen fireworks for a long time." She murmured.

Li Muci was wandering around the mansion. When he passed by here and saw Shi Xiaomian, he stopped.

Then he walked to her side and called her, "Miss Xiaomian?"

When Shi Xiaomian heard the voice, he looked over and saw the person coming and asked, "The prince wants to call me for something?"

Li Muci breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiaomian spoke clearly.

"I thought you were drunk and out of control again."

Shi Xiaomian caught the key information "again", and a trace of panic flashed across her eyes.

I tried hard to recall what I had done, but couldn't come up with anything.

"Did I do anything out of the ordinary?"

"That's not true."

Shi Xiaomian just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second she heard Li Muci say something that made her extremely embarrassed.

“You were just in the yard, pointing at the sky and yelling.”

Li Muci thought about it carefully and added: "Are you calling the Siming One? Or the Lost Heart One?"

As soon as Li Muci's words came out, the dusty memories in Shi Xiaomian's mind were instantly unsealed, and fragmented memories flashed through.

Shi Jin climbed up a tree and pointed at the sky, cursing angrily: "Si Xingzhe, you have caused me so much pain and suffering. You'd better be punished forever and never come out again!"

Although I couldn't see the expression on her face, I could guess from her tone that there was a look of grief and anger underneath the mask.

Three maids under the tree looked at her with concern and advised, "Miss Shi, it's dangerous up there, please come down quickly."

"Don't commit suicide."

The three maids even set up the ladder and waited for her to come down.

Shi Xiaomian shook her head: "No, stand high and curse, it's far away so she can hear it."

Li Muci was passing by with "Buzhuotiao" nearby. When he heard the noise, he immediately ran over to check the situation.

When I saw this scene, I was stunned.

The inherent image of Shi Xiaomian in my mind as a virtuous, quiet, deep, peaceful and elusive person collapsed in an instant.

Worried that she would fall, Li Muci flew over, stretched out his long arms, hugged Shi Xiaomian's waist, and brought her down.

As soon as Shi Xiaomian's feet touched the ground, she struggled to climb the tree again, muttering, "I'm going to scold her again."

Seeing this, Li Muci frowned, feeling helpless, and could only say softly, "Sorry."

After saying that, he raised his knife and accurately slashed Shi Xiaomian's neck.

Shi Xiaomian's body suddenly went limp and she was knocked unconscious by the impact.

After a while, she woke up again.

He chopped again, and she woke up again.

Li Muci just thought she was very evil, and in order to prevent her from doing anything shocking and dangerous again, he had to tie her back to the room.

As soon as this memory came out, Shi Xiaomian felt like being struck by lightning. She instantly retracted the memory and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Li Muci looked at Shi Xiaomian's neck with a probing look in his eyes.

"Miss Xiaomian, you have a really stiff neck."

Shi Xiaomian glanced at him and said seriously, "My head is hard and I can't be killed. Do you want to chop it off, my lord?"

Seeing her speaking arrogantly, Li Muci thought she was still drunk.

He laughed dryly and responded, "I see that Miss Xiaomian is still drunk. I will send someone to prepare some sobering soup for you."

Li Muci had finished his words and did not listen to Shi Xiaomian's wishes. He slipped away immediately, not daring to catch her drunkenly.

After walking a few steps, he remembered that he had something unfinished, so he turned back.

"There is something I need to tell you. Fan Hua and Shi Jin have already moved into the Fan Mansion. You can go there tomorrow. Seeing that you are soundly asleep, we cannot bear to wake you up."

In fact, the main reason is that I'm afraid that she will lose her composure again after waking up. She has finally fallen asleep, and I can't disturb her.

After saying this, Li Muci turned around and left, walking quickly without any reluctance.

The atmosphere in the study was solemn.

The female coroner Zhao Li stepped forward lightly and bowed to the Holy King with a solemn expression.

"Your Majesty, there are no obvious external injuries on Lin Mu's body. There is only a silver needle stuck in his left calf. Upon closer inspection, the needle is indeed stained with poison. The poison is fierce. Once it enters the body, it will first cause blood vessels to stagnate, then attack the heart, and make the internal organs feel like they are burning. In just half a cup of tea, the poison will spread, and the victim will vomit black blood and die. There is no medicine that can cure it."

The Holy King stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed. After hearing what was said, he seemed to be thinking about something.

After a moment, he spread a piece of rice paper on the desk, looked up at Zhao the coroner, and said in a low voice:

"What kind of silver needle is it? Can you draw it, Mr. Zhao?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao the coroner immediately picked up his pen and drew it down.

After a while, he finished drawing and took it up to say to the Holy King: "There is a pattern engraved on the end of the silver needle."

King Shengqing's gaze naturally fell on the pattern, and in an instant, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

He recognized this pattern; it was the logo of Fengyun Pavilion.

He frowned slightly, and seemed to have thought of a suspicious person in his mind.

The Holy King was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Mr. Zhao, please leave now."

Early the next morning.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked outside the Minister of Revenue's residence, and bursts of white mist came out of the horse's nose, dissipating in the cold air.

Mu Yunzhi supported the Shangshu's wife, and their figures looked a little thin and lonely in the morning breeze.

They stood beside the carriage, staring at the gate of the mansion, their eyes full of reluctance and sadness.

Because Mu Yi committed a serious crime, all his property was confiscated and he was sentenced to exile in Hanzhou.

In this Kyoto, they, mother and daughter, have no place to stand. They are lucky not to be implicated by Mu Yi and imprisoned. Now they have no choice but to go to the old house in Lingzhou City.

"Zhi'er, let's go." The Shangshu's wife said, suppressing her reluctance.

The mother and daughter got on the carriage. The driver whipped the horse whip and the carriage started, heading towards the city gate.

There was silence in the car.

Mu Yunzhi lifted the car curtain slightly, wanting to take one last look at Kyoto, where she had lived for many years.

The moment the car curtain was lifted, her gaze froze.

Not far ahead, I saw Mu Yi being escorted out of the city by a group of soldiers, heading towards exile.

Mu Yi had disheveled hair and a haggard face. He was wearing a tattered prison uniform, with shackles on his hands and feet. He walked with slow steps, having lost his former energy and spirit.

In addition to Mu Yi, there were two other ministers who committed crimes.

The Shangshu’s wife also saw this scene and had a complicated look in her eyes.

Mu Yunzhi subconsciously wanted to shout, but was held back by the Shangshu's wife, who shook her head slightly, signaling her not to make a sound.

The carriage slowly passed by Mu Yi. Mu Yunzhi's eyes were fixed on Mu Yi, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.

When she could no longer see him, she lowered the curtain and asked in confusion, "Mother, why didn't you see father for the last time?"

The Shangshu's wife sighed slightly, her eyes revealing helplessness and bitterness.

"Your father is very concerned about his reputation. He certainly wouldn't want us to see him in his current state. Please give him some dignity."

After hearing this, Mu Yunzhi leaned on the Shangshu's wife's shoulder and sobbed silently.

The Shangshu's wife stroked her hair gently, looking at the road ahead through the gap in the curtain.

Deep in those eyes, the mother and daughter were filled with confusion and worry about the future.

At this moment, Mu Yi suddenly looked up and looked at the carriage that had already left the city and was getting farther and farther away, his eyes welling up with redness.

And at this moment, on the execution ground.

The remnants of the Wuji Sect, with their hands and feet tied, knelt on the beheading platform, their faces ashen, waiting for death to come.

Then the supervising officer threw down a wooden order, and the executioners swung their swords, and heads fell one after another.

At the same time, outside the Third Prince's mansion, there was a row of heavily guarded soldiers outside the door.

When Xu Siyuan entered the mansion, two soldiers slowly closed the door with their hands.

When the door was about to close, Xu Siyuan turned slightly and looked at the door calmly, his eyes seemed to have deep meaning.

It’s like saying goodbye to my past self.

After a moment, he acted as if nothing had happened, his expression was calm, and he walked towards the mansion with steady and quick steps.

Until the door was completely closed with a dull "clang".

His figure also disappeared from sight.