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Jiang Ling didn't expect that he didn't even make it to the [-]th day.

A few days ago, the Wumeng Kingdom paid tribute to a treasure, the blood jade kite, but it was robbed before reaching Jinling, the envoy was killed, and the whereabouts of the treasure are unknown.His Majesty handed over this matter to Tianyi Mansion to investigate and deal with. Now the suspect has been arrested and detained in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. After several days of interrogation, the whereabouts of the treasure were not found.

Jiang Ling's patience was worn out, so he braved the heavy snow to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and personally brought someone to interrogate him. After 36 tortures and blood-stained prisons, the trace of the treasure was finally found in the evening.Perhaps the screams in the prison frightened the child in the womb that day, or it was too cold in the prison.When he walked out of the punishment department, the attendant standing behind Jiang Lingxin clearly saw his master staggering two steps, holding the door with one hand.

The attendant was startled and wanted to reach out to help.Jiang Lingxin stood firm first, with the same expression as before, and said, "Let's go."

The attendant withdrew his hand, not daring to think about it.Jiang Ling put his heart under the snow-white fox fur and pressed his lower abdomen with a little force, and calmly stepped across the falling snow and got into the carriage.It wasn't until the warm curtain fell that Jiang Ling's eyebrows were filled with unbearable pain.

The wind and snow did not stop, the road was icy, the horseshoes slipped, the carriage could only move slowly on the road.It took more than half an hour to walk from the Ministry of Justice to Tianyi Mansion.There was no sound in the carriage.

When they arrived at the gate of Tianyi Mansion, the coachman respectfully said: "Young Palace Master, you're home."

In the carriage, no one answered.

Jiang Lingxin was clenching his teeth to endure the pain, and there were deep finger marks on the ebony window pane.In the middle of winter, the carriage without a charcoal basin was as cold as an ice cellar, but Jiang Lingxin was sweating from the pain, and the scattered hair was wet and stuck to his pale face.The soft flower backrest under his body seemed useless at this moment, and the pain under his waist made him tremble uncontrollably.

The coachman called again: "Young Palace Master?"

Jiang Lingxin withdrew his cold and trembling hands clasped on the window sash, wrapped his fox fur cloak around his body, covered his tight stomach, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "Got it."

The car door opened, the noren curtain was raised, Jiang Lingxin ignored the hands extended by the attendants, and got out of the car by himself.His palms were covered with cold sweat now, and the long cap of the cloak covered his sweat-soaked forehead, revealing only half of his pale and thin face.There was a muffled sound of snow being stepped on, and the night was getting dark. Naturally, no one could tell whether the footprints were deep or shallow, and how strenuous it was for people to walk a short distance.

In the courtyard, the moment he pushed the door to the house, Jiang Lingxin leaned against the door and slid on the ground with one hand, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and frowned, and said, "Mao Si..."

Mao Si came like a shadow from outside the window and hugged Jiang Lingxin from the ground.

Jiang Lingxin opened his eyes, took out a black jade token from his sleeve and threw it to Mao Si, gasping for breath, "All the hidden guards withdrew from the courtyard...tonight all guard the outer courtyard...one step into the inner courtyard will be killed."