All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Mrs. Xie did not expect her grandson to be so straightforward.

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes dodged and she said: "Dalang, why can't I understand what you are talking about? Who is Wuerda? Didn't Queen You'an commit suicide?"

"Grandmother, you must understand." Mu Huai'an looked at her and said, "Wurda was the one who joined forces with my father on the eve of the great Zhou and Yunguo battle. He is good at wishing you, and he was the one who took Xie Zhangting from the guard back then. It was taken away by the National Temple."

"Xie Zhangting and Empress You'an both died at his hands. Now His Royal Highness knows everything, how long are you going to keep it from me?"

Old Madam Xie's lips trembled slightly, and the naked eye could see a little panic on her old face.

Seeing this, Mu Huai'an slowed down his voice: "Grandmother, grandson knows that you love juniors the most. Queen You'an is your niece, and you will never attack her. If there is any misunderstanding, tell grandson, Let grandson find a way to express his feelings in front of His Highness, okay?"

Mrs. Xie's cloudy eyeballs showed signs of struggle.

But soon, this struggle was replaced by firmness.

"Da Lang, I think you have stayed in the yamen for too long on weekdays, and you have lost your mind when handling cases. I really don't understand what you said."

She said, stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, and shouted outside: "Xiao Tao, you all come in, I'm sleepy, I want to rest!"

After the voice fell, the maids guarding outside pushed the door open with a "squeak".

"Everyone get out!" Mu Huai'an turned his head sideways and shouted at them.

Mrs. Xie said in a low voice, "You are not allowed to leave!"

The maids were all frozen there, not knowing who to listen to for a moment.

"Grandmother!" Mu Huai'an's eyes, which were always clear and bright, were stained with pleading for the first time, "Grandmother, don't be stubborn, you tell me the truth, I will figure out a way, and leave everything to me, okay?"

Mrs. Xie frowned, seemingly extremely displeased, "Da Lang, it's getting late, you should go to rest, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow. Xiao Tao, send him out."

Mu Huai'an knew that once the old lady made up her mind, there was absolutely no possibility of changing her mind.

He had no choice but to take a deep look at the old lady, then turned and walked out unwillingly.

Mrs. Xie finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his back disappearing at the door.

The maids help her change and go to bed.

Mrs. Xie turned her back, "Tonight, I'm very upset, you don't have to be on duty all night, go back."

The maids took orders and filed out of the room.

After staying in the room, Mrs. Xie was the only one left——
She lay on the bed, looked at the picture of the pine and crane prolonging the life on the wall, tossed and turned for a long time, and sat up as if she had made up her mind.

Mrs. Xie stayed on the bed, walked tremblingly to the corner of the room, and blew out the only candle left in the room.

Only then did he feel his way to the painting hanging on the north wall.

With a "click", the door of the secret room was opened by Mrs. Xie.

A downward step appears in the secret door.

The faint light of a candle flame flickered at the end of the steps.

Mrs. Xie walked down tremblingly on crutches, and stopped at the door of the secret room.

On the blue brick floor at the four corners of the secret room, there are totems placed with black clay tablets.

There is only one stone bed in the room.

Beside the oil lamp at the head of the bed, a thin line of smoke is rising from the palm-sized gilt copper stove.

An old man in a white robe and a black cloak, with a thin body and a sallow complexion, sat cross-legged on a stone bed.

The white robe under the old man's cloak was already extremely dirty, and there were still mottled bloodstains, which could be seen from the hasty escape.

He has a brown birthmark on his left forehead.

If Shen Lingxi is there, he will definitely recognize that this person is Wuerda who she and Chu Yan have been trying to catch.

"Immortal Master." Mrs. Xie asked respectfully: "Just now I heard from my grandson that something happened to the Yunjiang Palace...His Royal Highness already knows what happened back then. I wonder if the Immortal Master has a way to break the situation?"

Urda slowly opened his eyes.

Although his face seemed to be over sixty years old, his eyes were piercing, sharp and bright, without any signs of aging.

"Since the old lady already has the answer in her heart, why do you need to ask me?" He asked hoarsely.

Mrs. Xie's breathing trembled slightly, and the little blood on her face faded away in an instant.

"I see..." she said sadly, "I hope the immortal master will take care of Mu's family more in the future..."

"Career?" At this moment, a clear and cold voice came from behind Mrs. Xie.

"I didn't know that our majestic Duke Cheng'en Mansion has been reduced to relying on an evil magician to take care of us."

Mrs. Xie turned around in surprise, "Da Lang, haven't you already left? How could you..."

Behind her was none other than Mu Huai'an who had "leaved" Wutong Garden an hour ago.

"Grandmother, it seems that my grandson's guess is right." Mu Huai'an pulled the corners of his lips, and his eyes couldn't hide his disappointment: "The Mu family is indeed related to the death of Queen You'an."

"Da Lang, this is not the place you should come to, and this matter has nothing to do with you." Mrs. Xie said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and leave!"

Mu Huai'an's eyes darkened, "Grandmother, my grandson was taught by you since he was a child. If you know that you have done something wrong, you have to admit it, and if you make a mistake, you have to correct it. The grandson is the young minister of Dali Temple bestowed by the emperor. He is ordered by the emperor to arrest all fugitives. Here I will leave it to my grandson, please leave quickly."

As he spoke, his footsteps moved slightly, and he stepped in front of the stone bed, "pa, pa" twice, and quickly slapped Uerda's chest, sealing the acupuncture points on his body.

Wuerda raised his eyes and looked at Mu Huai'an, a smile appeared on his old face.

With a hoarse voice, he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Young man, you have to think about it. If you arrest me and send me to the official, your Mu family will also be doomed."

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your father and aunt. They are implicated innocently, and Cheng En's family is so wealthy that they have to give it up to others. Could it be that you can bear it?"

When he said this, Wu Erda's light brown eyes faintly reflected the candle flame, and the flame seemed to be spinning and flickering strangely in his pupils.

If you look closely, it seems as if you want to suck the soul of a person into it.

Mu Huai'an looked at the strange shape of his eyes, and instantly remembered what Shen Lingxi had reminded Chu Yan when he was in the Yunjiang Palace earlier: "Zhu Youshu performs spells by looking at each other's eyes. Be careful not to meet his eyes."

Mu Huai'an quickly looked away, and said coldly: "Whether my Mu family lives or dies has nothing to do with you, an evil magician. You have the time to grind your mouth in front of the young master, so you should think about it carefully. Where to start recruiting!"

"Da Lang, listen to your grandmother." Mrs. Xie leaned on a cane, hurriedly walked to Mu Huai'an's side, stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve, and coaxed: "I did this alone, it doesn't matter." It's your business. I'll just come and take care of the aftermath. When you leave here, just pretend nothing happened, okay?"

Mu Huai'an's forehead was tensed with blue veins, his eyes were burning with anger, and he asked, "Grandma's talk about rehabilitating the aftermath, but do you plan to be alone and apologize with death?"