After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

Chapter 3
How would she explain that she, a sickly daughter from Shangshu's mansion, was sneaking around other people's graves in the middle of the night, what was she doing?
Especially when the other party is from Dali Temple!

An ordinary lie can be broken with a single poke.

To be taken to Dali Temple Prison, severely tortured and interrogated would be light, and he might even be regarded as an accomplice of the masked man just now.

If her current identity is found out, the situation will only get worse.

Even under the cover of the night, Jiang Yuwan could feel the coldness and gloomyness in the man's eyes.

Her heart also sank to the bottom of the valley.

At the moment of life and death, her mind also turned as fast as lightning.

In order to save her own life, Jiang Yuwan grabbed her thigh, her eyes were sore from the pain, she just raised her hand and turned over from the grave with all her strength.

She lay motionless for too long, her legs were numb, and when she became unstable, she slammed heavily on the floor.

The pain was so great that her internal organs seemed to have shifted in an instant, and this frail body, which was only hanging for breath, almost groaned on the spot.

"My lord—forgive me!"

Jiang Yuwan lay on the ground and moved her wrist with difficulty, propped herself up little by little, raised her face, and looked in the direction of the young man.

"I...I am terminally ill, I won't live long...I just want to offer another stick of incense to my benefactor before he dies..."

Jiang Yuwan used the greatest acting skills in her life, trying to squeeze out tears.

She choked up and said: "The family suffered a disaster before, it was...it was Miss Jiang who gave our family life..."

"I... heard that she was buried here today, so I thought... I must come to her grave and burn a stick of incense... Let her wait for me... Maybe we can meet again on the road to Huangquan..."

She saluted indiscriminately, and performed a country girl who had never seen the world, and even claimed to be ignorant in front of nobles, to perform superbly.

In addition, she was crying like pear blossoms and raining, and she spoke intermittently, so that people couldn't find the slightest mistake for a while.

But the young man didn't make a sound, only his sharp and cold eyes still didn't move away from her head.

Jiang Yuwan moved her still numb and swollen legs, struggled to get up from the ground, took two steps towards the man, became unsteady again, and fell directly in front of him who was standing upright.

The young man remained unmoved.

On the contrary, a temple deputy behind him had already put down the corpse on his shoulders, stepped forward, and stopped in front of him. If she dared to make another move, she would be able to make her like the black-clothed masked man in an instant. Blood spattered on the spot.

Jiang Yuwan didn't dare to move anymore, she just lay half on the ground in a daze, looking up at the young man with tears in her eyes.

This was the first time she looked at him tonight.

Although the moonlight was hazy, it could still be seen that the man's facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and he was impeccably handsome. He was definitely the most temperamental man among all the men she had ever seen!
Jiang Yuwan couldn't help but startled.

But it's only for a moment, saving my life is the most important thing right now, how can I care about beautiful men!
After she finished explaining, she didn't say anything more.

Because she knew that it was good to speak clearly. This person had his own judgment, and he was suspicious of what he said.

Jiang Yuwan didn't say a word, and all around fell silent.

Obviously it was only for a moment, but the silence was so oppressive that it made her feel almost suffocating.

"Zhang Zheng."

The man finally spoke.

The temple deputy Zhang Zheng whose name was called, the man standing in front of him, nodded, and suddenly took a step towards Jiang Yuwan, then bent down, and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Yuwan.

At this moment, many thoughts ran through Jiang Yuwan's mind.

If she was still Jiang Yuwan, how could she have fallen into such a situation of being bullied by others, she could retreat Zhang Xu with just a lift of her foot.

But she is Shen Qingci now.

Not to mention jumping up and hitting someone or running away, even raising your hand is a bit laborious.

In just a moment, she gave up her subconscious struggle and defense, and let Zhang Zheng's hand come over with the intention of gambling.

When the cold fingertips landed on her wrist and realized that they were checking her pulse, Jiang Yuwan felt her dying heart come alive again.

She wasn't afraid that they would investigate, but she was afraid that they would not.

Shen Qingci's body is not different from what she just said.

And since this young man asked someone to investigate, it shows that he believed her words to a certain extent.

Even if not much, but at least there is hope!

Sure enough, Zhang Zheng quickly let go of his fingertips, turned his head and nodded to the young man, affirming Jiang Yuwan's words just now.

Just as Jiang Yuwan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, the man asked indifferently, "Can dying people run around?"

Even though Zhang Zheng had confirmed her physical condition, the man still had doubts about her words.

It's really not easy to fool!
Seeing this, Jiang Yuwan burst into tears, choked with sobs and said: "This is probably a flashback!"

"My lord has checked it just now. I can't even get out of bed with my body. Today, I can suddenly exert some strength. I think that before I die, I can..."

She turned back the words again, and after she finished speaking, she began to cry with her shoulders trembling.

"Heh, back to the light."

The young man seemed to find it interesting.

Immediately, what he said made Jiang Yuwan feel chills all over her body: "Then, should I ask Yong'an Bofu to send a list of funeral objects for proofreading?"

This man is so sensitive!

The masked man in black threw so many things casually at that time, this man still remembers the location where the longevity lock was thrown out!

And she can still detect her small movements of turning down from the grave!
Even though she was shocked, Jiang Yuwan remained calm and showed just the right amount of bewilderment.

She raised her eyes and looked at him blankly, with tears in her eyes.

The next moment, he sneered and raised his hand towards the stone tablet where Jiang Yuwan was hiding before.

Zhang Zheng hurried forward, picked up the longevity lock at the foot of the stele and presented it to him.

Seeing this, a flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of the handsome but stern young man, as if he didn't expect that the woman in front of him didn't hide the longevity lock as he expected.

At the same time, Jiang Yuwan's voice trembled: "My lord..."

Her body was trembling, and she was about to be unable to hold on to the next moment.

The young man squeezed the longevity lock with two fingers, glanced at her, and seemed to be sure that she was fine, then turned and left.

The two temple assistants behind him naturally hurriedly picked up the corpse and followed.

However, not long after he walked, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and gave Zhang Zheng a look at him who was only looking down at the dead body.

Only then did Zhang Zheng react.

My master got up and left not because he let go of his doubts about the girl, but because he intentionally let her go.

Zhang Zheng didn't dare to delay, he dropped the corpse in his hand, pointed his toes, and plundered towards the newly dug grave.

But no matter how fast he moved, apart from the mess, there was no shadow of that frail girl just now.

Taking this grave as the center, Zhang Zheng ran around four or five miles without seeing a single person.

Half an hour later, Zhang Zheng, who had lost him, returned to the spot dejectedly, "Your Highness...that...the girl is gone..."

Just as he finished speaking, he received a faint look from Sheng Tingye.

Zhang Zheng shivered subconsciously.

A little girl with a weak breath and no power to restrain a chicken can escape under their noses, and if it is spread out, it will be ridiculous.

But Sheng Tingye's eyes were calm and without any emotional ups and downs.

He lowered his eyes to look at the longevity lock on his fingertips, and said expressionlessly: "Feng Shan, be sure to get him out."

***
At this time, Jiang Yuwan had already followed the path around the back mountainside.

No one is more familiar with the terrain in this area than she is.

It was only because her body was too weak that she tried her best to hold on for these few steps, which almost killed her.

Jiang Yuwan had no choice but to find a big rock against the wind and sit down first to take a breather.

She propped herself up with one hand, and spread out the other, and what lay in her palm was the key hidden in the long-life lock.

Although there was no danger, this trip was not in vain.

(End of this chapter)