Unconcerned, Chuzheng returned to Yann Residence the next day.
Yann Qin had grown accustomed to her returning every so often and had prepared her favorite food.
Chuzheng routinely tried to persuade Yann Qin to rebel.
Yann Qin: "..."
Suddenly regretting letting this sister inside.
Fortunately, Yann Qin had a good temper with his younger sister, showing no signs of anger, listening silently.
After Chuzheng finished her persuasion, she switched topics: "Brother, how much do you know about Shi Yi?"
Yann Qin finally looked up: "Why are you asking about him?"
"Just asking." Chuzheng appeared open, showing no signs of anything unusual: "Tell me about it."
Yann Qin thought for a moment, then said: "I don’t know much about him."
"Yet you dare to assign him to me?" Are you really my brother?
"About two years ago, I saved him once," Yann Qin explained, "Though he doesn’t speak much, he is trustworthy."
Had he not been certain Shi Yi wouldn’t act recklessly, Yann Qin wouldn’t have dared to assign him to protect her.
Chuzheng contemplated, finding this consistent with Shi Yi’s account.
Because Yann Qin saved him...
"Does he have any major vendettas?"
Yann Qin furrowed his brow, possibly thinking Chuzheng’s questions were odd.
"Did you discover something?"
"No, I’m just asking casually." Chuzheng had a serious expression that made Yann Qin not doubt her.
Unable to resist his sister’s earnestness, Yann Qin said, "He does have some grudges, but I’m not clear on the specifics; it seems related to the Kou Family."
Kou?
Chuzheng filtered through her memories, finding no one with that surname.
"Which Kou Family?"
"..." Yann Qin sighed, "The family of the Third Prince’s maternal grandfather."
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng recalled that they were indeed surnamed Kou.
But the Kou Family barely had any presence; just look at the Third Prince’s status.
What vendetta could Shi Yi have with them?
Shi Yi was assigned to protect Chuzheng because he was already heading to the Third Prince’s Mansion, and the relationship between Yann Qin and Shi Yi was not one of master and servant.
Shi Yi’s choice to call Chuzheng was entirely his own decision.
Perhaps Shi Yi felt he owed Yann Qin his life, and accepting Chuzheng as a temporary master wasn’t inappropriate.
"Brother, consider the rebellion seriously."
Leaving this remark behind, Chuzheng departed with Ying Xiang.
Yann Qin: "..."
-
Three days later.
Chuzheng heard Yann Qin had ’forced’ the Emperor to confiscate a Minister’s property; the Minister was not on Yann Qin’s side, so publicly it was said Yann Qin was eliminating dissidents.
"Miss, the Lord..."
"My brother has made the first move; this is the first step to success. We must have faith in him!"
"Ah?"
Ying Xiang was completely baffled.
What is Miss talking about?
Chuzheng suddenly asked: "Is the Third Prince at the mansion?"
"Yes... he is." Ying Xiang instinctively answered, then found it odd, wondering why Miss suddenly asked about the Third Prince?
"Let’s go."
Chuzheng got up and headed outside.
"Miss, where are we going?" Ying Xiang was still quite puzzled.
"To see if the Third Prince is still alive." If he is, I’ll help him not to be.
"..."
Ying Xiang’s brow twitched, once again thankful that Jinxiu Pavilion didn’t have many people, and no one heard Miss saying such rebellious words.
Chuzheng reached the courtyard gate but then retreated, sending Shi Yi away.
Changsun Hang had just returned to the mansion not long ago.
-
Upon hearing Chuzheng had arrived, Changsun Hang showed a trace of disgust but then found it strange.
This woman usually avoids him, always making a detour... Why had she come today?
Could it be that she couldn’t endure it anymore since he hadn’t sought her recently?
Thinking of this, Changsun Hang sneered, allowing Chuzheng to enter.
Ying Xiang was left outside by Chuzheng, and the leading servant quickly exited too, leaving only Chuzheng and Changsun Hang in the study.
Sitting behind the desk, Changsun Hang wore a mocking sneer: "Consort, I haven’t had the chance to see you before; what wind brought you here today?"
Chuzheng didn’t react to Changsun Hang’s seemingly penetrating sarcasm, calmly saying: "Third Prince, I want to ask you a question."
Changsun Hang: "With such a capable brother, what question do you have that needs me?"
"Naturally, a question only you can answer."
Do you think I enjoy coming to you?
Seeing you reminds me that the principles of socialism won’t accept you.
Changsun Hang frowned.
After contemplating a while, he finally said: "What question?"
He was curious to see what tricks this woman could play.
Chuzheng: "Is the book ’Dulan Chronicles’ here with you?"
When Chuzheng uttered the words ’Dulan Chronicles,’ Changsun Hang’s brows furrowed, and a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.
Changsun Hang quickly suppressed that bit of anomaly, snorted coldly, "What are you talking about?"
Chuzheng noticed Changsun Hang’s brief anomaly, ambiguously saying: "You don’t know?"
By now, Changsun Hang showed no abnormality at all: "Why should I know? You seek this at my place; what do you think of my place, Consort?"
"Then let me help you recall."
"???"
Chuzheng flicked her sleeve, walking toward Changsun Hang.
As Chuzheng approached with a threatening manner, Changsun Hang felt something was amiss, his brows knitted tightly: "What do you intend to do!"
Chuzheng friendly warned: "Don’t shout, no one will hear anyway, so why not save some energy."
Changsun Hang: "??"
-
Changsun Hang soon understood what Chuzheng meant.
Despite the commotion in the study, none of the servants outside were coming in.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about... agh!"
Changsun Hang screamed, his face pale as sweat poured down, soaking his clothing.
The pain...
It hurt so much...
It felt as if his limbs were detaching from his body.
Chuzheng sat in what should have been his chair, legs crossed, supporting her chin with one hand while the other drummed on her knee: "Third Prince, take your time to think, I have plenty of time."
Changsun Hang: "..."
With a slight movement of her fingers, Changsun Hang screamed.
This woman...
She did nothing, yet he was completely immobilized.
What bizarre ability is she using!
Changsun Hang held out for a while before he could no longer endure.
He felt if he didn’t speak, this woman might really kill him.
"I’ll say... I’ll say!!"
With a slight lift of Chuzheng’s fingers, the pain vanished instantly for Changsun Hang, bringing a sense of having survived a disaster.
"Where is it?"
Changsun Hang slumped on the floor, voice hoarse: "In... my room."
Chuzheng pulled Changsun Hang up, pushing him out.
Changsun Hang’s eyes brightened, thinking once outside he might be able to call for help...
However, his hopes were quickly dashed.
He found that once outside, he couldn’t speak at all.
His mouth seemed tightly covered, his body immobile, only able to walk forward.