Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Biezhi saw the prince and completely forgot...

Jiang Yue could clearly sense that the prince's expression had darkened.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. When he caught sight of the petite figure standing at the front of the crowd, his gaze fixed on her.

And the woman's clear eyes seemed to be looking at his master as well?

Jiang Yue hesitated for a moment. The prince wasn't pretending to be silent now, and his appearance was completely different. Logically, Biezhi wouldn't have recognized her.

So why was the prince in such a bad mood...?

Jiang Yue couldn't understand. He glanced at his master from the corner of his eye, watching his face grow darker, the faint smile on his lips growing colder.

"Why hasn't anyone come to report Miss Biezhi here?" he whispered to Cheng Jin, his eyes always fixed on the prince. Seeing that he showed no desire for an answer, he knew his suspicions were wrong.

Cheng Jin, unaware of Biezhi's presence, frowned.

Seeing Biezhi's frequent glances in his direction, the chill surrounding his master grew thicker. In a flash, a thought crossed Jiang Yue's mind, and he glanced at the prince with a puzzled expression.

Could it be that the prince was displeased because Biezhi had been staring at him, completely oblivious to 'Ji Ran'?

Jiang Yue: "..."

Perhaps his gaze was too blunt, as it suddenly met his master's. The man's cold, deep eyes, like a sharp blade, frightened him.

The man's sharp, unfathomable gaze quickly swept across, resting on the southwest corner of the street.

Biezhi subconsciously followed his gaze and saw a vaguely familiar figure. The accompanying maid whispered something to her, and she instantly raised her eyes in the man's direction, a strange glint in her blinking eyes, and even her pace quickened as she moved through the surging crowd.

She saw it, and naturally, everyone else saw it too.

Everyone's eyes lit up, flickering back and forth between the two.

"Sure enough, wherever the prince is, Miss Qin will inevitably be there."

"I wonder when they'll get married. It will surely be a grand event, unparalleled in the world, and I imagine it will be a long and lively occasion."

"The prince holds great power now. If he feels so pleased, he could grant amnesty."

A general amnesty?

Biezhi accurately caught the man's words and glanced at him thoughtfully, her eyes following the surging crowd's intense gaze towards the man.

If a general amnesty...

she frowned, a hint of worry flitting across her eyes.

But for now, this was just a public discussion; there was no such news in the court. The onlookers' discussions continued incessantly, and Biezhi, with important matters to attend to, did not linger long, so she didn't hear the sudden burst of dissenting opinions from the crowd.

She changed her route and hurried to Baiding Tower, where Xianyun Tower had been staying.

The normally bustling Baiding Building was now even more bustling with people, seemingly flocking to admire the buildings across the river. Biezhi handed a silver ingot to the shopkeeper behind the counter and said, "On the first floor of the detached courtyard, make a pot of white tea."

The shopkeeper raised his eyes, slowly glancing over the silver ingots on the counter. His eyes studied the young woman in front of the counter meaningfully, and he summoned a servant to take her to Yunsong Pavilion.

The hurried servant paused for a moment when he saw the girl, and calmly led her in the direction of Yunsong Pavilion. Yunsong Pavilion was located directly south of the first floor of the detached courtyard, separated from the front hall by a wall. Few guests chose Yunsong Pavilion as a place for meetings.

Biezhi entered the pavilion, and the servant followed her inside.

The door of Yunsong Pavilion slowly closed.

Bie Zhi turned to face him, "Brother." "

Why are you here at Shanju to buy information?" The man, disguised as a servant, walked to the treasure chest in the pavilion and pulled out a palm-sized box. He looked at the younger sister standing at the desk and asked with a smile, "Are you still drinking tea?" "

No, I've had enough lately. The scent of tea makes me sleepy." Bie Zhi waved his hand, found a seat, and stated his purpose bluntly, "I'd like to ask Shanju for help in gathering information about Xu Wenche, the only son of the Xu family in Jingzhou."

Shanju's connections stretched far and wide, making gathering information a breeze. What would take them ten days or more would only take them three or four.

Acting alone meant that his colleagues in the pavilion were not allowed to help, but he didn't say she couldn't buy information.

Furthermore, her request for information would undoubtedly reach the master, and if he disapproved, he would naturally order Shanju to decline.

"Xu Wenche?" The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll have to report this to the master."

"I know," Biezhi nodded. "As for the price, it'll be based on the market price."

The man nodded in understanding. "I'll let you know in two days."

Biezhi murmured, watching the man disappear from view. She waited a moment longer before getting up and leaving Baidinglou through a side door.

As she was about to step out of Baidinglou, she met his gaze head-on.

The person who came in stopped and looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you here?"

"I came to get a mission." Biezhi didn't say anything to Jing Qingming, but made way for him: "Brother, are you here to get a mission too?"

Jing Qing didn't go in, his dark pupils swept across the black hair under her eyes: "I remember you just came back less than two days ago."

"Well, but of course I have to make money." Biezhi knew that her senior brother was sharp-minded, and didn't want to say too much to induce him to break the rules of the sect, "Why are you here today, senior brother? Are you here to get a mission too?"

Jing Qing's eyes fixed indifferently for a moment, and he didn't expose her thoughts. He followed her words and said: "I have nothing to do, so I came to talk to them."

Biezhi nodded in understanding. She also had other things to deal with: "Then I won't disturb you, senior brother. I have something to go out for."

"Where to?" Jing Qing raised his hand, grabbed the girl's wrist that passed over him, and shook his head pretending to be helpless: "Are you so busy now that you can't even sit down and chat with me?"

"No way." Biezhi casually pulled her wrist away, hearing his tentative question. Her bright eyes swirled as she summoned her savior. "I'm about to go on a mission, so I won't have much time to go to Wuwei Shop anymore. I was thinking of stopping by to talk to Jiran."

A momentary silence fell.

Jingqing's eyes darkened, and she asked thoughtfully, "Isn't he deaf?"

"Hmm?" Biezhi was confused by his sudden mention of this.

Jingqing's expression was complicated. "Since he can't hear, he won't understand even if you tell him."

Why waste time?

Senior Brother didn't finish his words, but Biezhi, who had grown up with him, understood. A flicker of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she said sternly, "He can't hear, but I can't disappear just because he can't hear."

Even if she wasn't going to Wuwei Shop today, she would definitely find a time to go there before her mission.

With the exception of Jiran, Biezhi's friends were all colleagues within Xianyun Tower. To her, Jiran was different from the others.

She knew from a young age that she was different from others. Her life was full of fighting and killing, while Ji Ran's life was much purer than hers.

His appearance merely attracted her attention; it was precisely his purity that made her want to become friends with Ji Ran.

"I happen to be free today, so I'll go with you," Jing Qing said.

Bie Zhi was stunned. "Huh?"

Jing Qing asked, "You don't welcome me?"

"Of course not," Bie Zhi denied. She had just said it casually, not forgetting that Ji Ran wasn't currently at the Wuwei Shop. "It's just—" She glanced back at the Baiding Tower annex and said, "Aren't you still going to find the other brothers?"

Jing Qing frowned, naturally understanding the blunt rejection in her words. "I'll be in Beijing for over half a month, so I'll have plenty of time to see them. As for you, you'll be gone for a long time after your mission."

Bie Zhi opened her mouth.

With her brothers saying so, she couldn't think of any other reason to refuse.

She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we have to wait a while."

Jing Qing was confused: "Wait for what?"

"Ji Ran is not in the shop right now. He may be back later." Bie Zhi walked past him and headed towards the Vermillion Bird Tower. "We have to wait in the shop for a while."

"He's not here?" Jing Qing frowned and followed her steps.

Bie Zhi nodded: "I saw him in the West Market half an hour ago."

At that time, the baskets in Ji Ran's hands and on his back were full. It seemed that he would finish the purchases arranged by Manager Wang soon.

Jing Qing's slightly frowned brows did not recover because of her words, but frowned again. However, in the past six months, the development of the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Half a year ago, their relationship did not seem to be as good as it is now.

"Do you see each other often?" Jing Qing asked.

"Not really." Biezhi thought back to the number of times they'd met in the past six months. It wasn't much, but it wasn't few either. "When we're not on a mission, we see each other once every seven or eight days."

She glanced sideways at her senior brother walking beside her. "Is there anything wrong?"

Jing Qing held her gaze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Nothing. I just think your relationship seems to have improved a lot."

Biezhi remained noncommittal.

But what she didn't know was that the scene of them walking side by side was completely captured in her eyes.

The man's bony knuckles tapped faintly against the lower window, his eyes fixed on the two figures below the building. As they walked forward, their flowing sleeves intertwined from time to time, giving them a look of intimacy.

The girl said something inexplicably, her eyes flickering with tiny rays of light beneath her trembling eyelashes. Even the sunlight falling on her eyes couldn't hide the light deep within her pupils.

Su Ci, brewing tea, noticed the man's low mood by the window and looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

His temper was so strange today.

Fu Huaiqing's jaw tightened slightly, and he slowly withdrew his gaze. "You guys chat, I have something to do, so I'll leave now."

"Huh?" Qin Wan stood up suddenly and stepped forward to block his way. "What will I do if you leave?"

Fu Huaiqing glanced at her indifferently. "Explain clearly."

Qin Wan: "..."

After all, she needed help. She took a deep breath and said, "As a mobile vault, if you leave, what will happen to my money?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Yue pushed it open and entered. "Your Highness,"

he said, stepping over to Fu Huaiqing and whispering something inconspicuously.

Fu Huaiqing's expression grew colder, and the vast tea room felt like an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably. Su Ci dropped the teacup in his hand and stood up with a frown.

He glanced at Qin Wan, who shook her head. She was close, but Jiang Yue was obviously avoiding her, and not a single word escaped.

After Jiang Yue finished speaking, he took a half step back.

Fu Huaiqing laughed.

It turned out that they had known each other for a long time, and now she was going to bring a man to find her.

He glanced at Su Ci behind him and left without looking back.

Qin Wan was shocked. Just as she was about to raise her hand to stop him again, she was stopped by Su Ci. She looked back at Su Ci, and then at the empty teahouse where the man was no longer there.

Su Ci stopped the woman who was about to chase him, and said, "If you chase him again, he will really be gone."

Hearing this, Qin Wan stopped.

She looked at Su Ci unwillingly and suspiciously, "What's wrong with the prince?"

Su Ci shook his head. He really didn't know.

It's just that I always feel that there seems to be something wrong at the beginning of this year.