Danyang ran all the way back to the backyard. He only had time to glance at the courtyard before he rushed back to his boudoir.
But she didn't need to take a closer look. The moment she pushed the door open, she was suddenly startled and broke into a cold sweat.
Someone has been here!
At this time, she was standing at the Eight Immortals table in the hall, but there was no one in the room.
Could it be an illusion?
Or maybe Han Qinglan arrived first and slipped in unprepared?
The seemingly normal interior made Danyang feel inexplicably uneasy.
Without time to think about anything else, she rushed to the innermost room and held the dress hanging on the hanger in her hands.
Huh, okay, the stuff is still there.
After Danyang grasped the round and undulating outline in his palm, his heart immediately relaxed.
Naturally, no one would dare to hide her belongings in the house, but if the maids really took them to be washed, and then discovered the dragon pendant in public...
There will be many people there, and besides, the original owner of the jade pendant lives in the princess mansion, and there are also the secret guards sent by the emperor's uncle to her side, as well as the government personnel to guard the Lixiang Garden.
She really couldn't imagine what kind of twists and turns would happen then.
However, Danyang felt relieved when something unexpected happened next to him.
Snapped! ——
A crisp sound exploded outside the Linghua window next to her, shocking her so much that the hair on her back stood up for a moment.
"Who?! Someone is coming, woo!"
Since all the "unseen" things were in his palm at the moment, Danyang subconsciously wanted to recruit servants, guards, or even secret guards to ensure his safety.
But as soon as the scream he had gathered strength came out, he was blocked back into his mouth with a palm.
"it's me!"
Han Qinglan hurriedly lowered her voice to reveal her identity, and at the same time couldn't help but complain.
"You want people to know that I've been in a boudoir secretly? You don't care about your reputation, but do you still want me to be torn into pieces by your uncle who dotes on you to the point of being crazy?"
When Danyang heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears, he felt relieved but couldn't help but feel angry.
After a moment of silence and nodding, she broke free from someone's "arms" who also broke into a cold sweat and slowly let go.
While turning his head to glare at the other party, Danyang could not help but grind his teeth and whispered angrily:
"You did it on purpose, right?! Is it interesting?"
Han Qinglan was stunned for a moment by the scolding, then smiled bitterly and shook her head:
"This is really true. Treating your well-meaning intentions like a donkey's liver and lungs."
Danyang frowned sharply.
"What?"
The moment the words came out of her mouth, she was so shocked that she held her breath and ran to the window that had just been knocked. After looking around, her eyes immediately focused on the half-footprint beside the flower bed on the porch.
As his heart sank, Danyang immediately turned his head and looked at Han Qinglan seriously.
"Can you see what the person outside the window just now looks like?"
Han Qinglan originally thought it was a trivial matter. If a house is big and there are many servants, it is inevitable that there will be people who are half-hearted, cheating, or just want to take advantage of others.
After he nodded in confusion, he frowned and took a look at Danyang. After looking in the direction where the figure disappeared, he enthusiastically suggested:
"Do you want me to help find someone? It looks like he's your servant. I can't see his face clearly, but I can recognize him from his back."
Danyang lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and sighed:
"never mind."
Han Qinglan raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Can't you trust me?"
Danyang was thinking about what kind of force the visitor would be. After being interrupted, he raised his head and glared at Han Qinglan in displeasure, and replied angrily:
"What do you believe?"
After that, he took a deep breath, and then spoke to Han Qinglan while smoothing out his own thoughts.
"Now that the house has been renovated, although I dare not say that there are no spies, there is no Xiaoxiao who dares to break into my Qishuang Pavilion or even touch the backyard."
"so?"
Danyang frowned, looked in the direction where the footprints disappeared, and said slowly:
"Perhaps someone has sneaked into the house. Even if we mobilize all the troops to search, it will probably be nothing. Besides..."
As she said that, she raised her head and glanced at Han Qinglan again.
"What's wrong?"
When Han Qinglan's back felt cold when she was looked at, she could guess the answer given by the person opposite with a sneer.
"Haha, it's nothing. Didn't you just say that you were afraid that people would find out that you broke into the boudoir and be cut into pieces?"
After Danyang choked on the other person's sentence, he returned to the topic and said seriously:
"Besides, you are my last trump card, and the origin of the other party is unknown. However, it is also a fool's dream to try to find out my depth and run away without anyone noticing."
Han Qinglan was choked with a bitter smile and was speechless. Suddenly she heard the last words of Princess Danyang and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
What kind of back-up plan does this girl have? Or have you come up with some weird idea again?
The next moment, he saw Danyang's sharp eyes staring at him and asking:
"Oh, by the way. General Han can talk about business now. Do you have any clues about what I asked you to help go to Zongzheng Temple to find out?"
As he spoke, Danyang glanced at the Linghua Window that had just been stolen from, and continued:
"Recently, which vassal king has been particularly loyal and never forgets to pay tribute to my uncle?"
…
In the back garden across the water from Qishuang Pavilion.
Following the path between the trees by the lake, a figure quickly shuttled under the shade of the trees, and soon came to the corner between a big tree and the courtyard wall.
Not only are there dense foliage, there is only one path leading outside and it is still more than ten steps away.
Normally no one would go out of their way to get here, but now there was a young man covered in silk and satin sleeping soundly under the water.
Xiao Ni turned her head to observe the coming path, and quickly removed the disguise on her face and body.
There was no time to hide the clothes and other items from the Princess's Mansion that he had obtained secretly during his previous visits back under the White Bridge. He could only temporarily stuff the items into the gap between the tree and the wall.
After quickly tidying up his appearance and confirming that Xiao Ren showed no signs of waking up, he reached into his sleeve and took out the piece of waste paper stolen from Princess Danyang's boudoir.
The person came back too quickly, and he didn't find any useful clues, let alone Longfeng Pei, whom he had no hope for in the first place.
However, when Xiao Ni looked at the crumpled piece of paper that was gradually being unfolded in her hand, her brows furrowed into the character "Chuan" and the corners of her mouth suddenly raised.
Oh, it's actually Beidiwen...
Sure enough.
With just one glance, he immediately put the waste paper properly into his arms, leaned over to lift Xiao Ren up and walked out of the shade, flicking his nails on the tip of his nose as if unintentionally, and slowly stepped onto the path leaving the back garden.
"...Um, His Highness Seventh, haven't we arrived at Shuiyun Pavilion yet?"
"It's true that we haven't arrived yet. We seem to be lost, right? Maybe we can meet someone if we walk around again."
While Xiao Ni was dealing with Xiao Ren, who was drunk and had no sense of time, he was secretly planning in his heart.
Although the timing is not right and the risks are a bit too high.
But now that it has been confirmed that Princess Danyang has indeed taken something she shouldn't have taken, then he must meet the "ally" who has just been dormant.
