"Ha, we are all old foxes for thousands of years, you don't have to pretend." Tan Zhixi's voice was full of sarcasm, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Shang Ruyan looked at Tan Zhixi steadily, then lowered her head and smiled with an erratic tone.
"Tan Zhixi, if I tell you that your good cousin is still alive, is this good news?"
"What?" Tan Zhixi's eyes suddenly widened and trembled, "What did you say?"
Shang Ruyan said word by word: "Su Ruotang is still alive and well."
Gu Shuya stood up and knocked over the tea cup on the table in panic.
She ignored her stained sleeves and ran to the door, "Where is Sister Tang?"
Shang Ruyan chuckled: "Where else could it be, of course at the bottom of the cliff."
Tan Zhixi and Gu Shuya looked at each other, the surprise in their eyes faded, and they looked at her suspiciously, "Shang Ruyan, are you lying to us?"
Shang Ruyan smiled: "I'm not that boring. Telling you that Su Ruotang is still alive naturally has my purpose."
As she said that, she turned slightly sideways, looked at Mo Jinming who was coming in a hurry, and raised the corners of her lips, "Your Highness, my parents died to save Your Majesty back then."
"His Majesty once promised my parents that as long as it does not violate ethics or harm Dong Qi, His Majesty will allow me to do it. I wonder if the Second Highness still remembers it?"
Mo Jinming looked at her deeply: "Shang Ruyan, what exactly do you want to do?"
Shang Ruyan said with a smile, "What do I want to do?"
"Of course I...want His Highness the Third Prince."
"Third brother won't like you." Mo Jinming stared at her, his voice cold.
Shang Ruyan smoothed the hair hanging down her temples and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, as long as he is by my side."
After saying that, she turned and left.
When he passed by Mo Jinming, he whispered: "The account book you are looking for is in Yunzhou."
Mo Jinming looked at her coldly: "You think I will believe it."
"Believe it or not."
After saying a few words, Shang Ruyan left with an elegant gait.
Looking at her back, Fu Beixian frowned, "Second brother, what does she mean?"
Mo Jinming's eyes were filled with complex colors.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Ignore the account books for now, the top priority is to find my younger siblings and my third younger brother."
"Shang Ruyan said that Sister Tang is at the bottom of the cliff." Gu Shuya picked up the topographic map on the table, traced a river with her fingers, and finally landed at the entrance of a mountain.
"Our people have searched all over the bottom of the cliff, but they haven't found anything behind this mountain."
"The wind on the cliff is strong. When the third prince and Sister Tang fell, they might be blown away by the wind, and the position where they fell would most likely shift."
"Maybe Shang Ruyan didn't lie to us."
Mo Jinming's eyes fell on the river that passed through the cave: "You mean, this terrain map is incomplete, and the third brother and his sister may be behind this mountain."
Gu Shuya nodded: "Yes, this river is very fast and the source cannot be a cave."
Shen Shi had just returned with the Zilin Guards and the people from the Shogi Camp. When he heard her words, he immediately turned around and left, "My subordinates are going to investigate again."
Fu Beixian caught up with him: "I'll go with you."
...
The bottom of the cliff.
When Mo Ronyan woke up, the severe pain in his chest had subsided, and except that he was still a little weak, there was no other discomfort.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Upon entering, it was completely dark, with only the candlelight on the table emitting a dim light.
"Madam?" He stood up and called softly.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional crackle of the candlelight, there was no other sound.
Mo Ronyan pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers.
The next moment, he looked at his hands in a daze.
Under the dim candlelight, his slender fingers glowed as brightly as cold jade.
Like the fingers of a jade carving, they were clear and clean, and the wounds scratched by the bushes and grass due to the search for Su Ruotang were all healed.
Only a few deep cuts on the cold white fingers proved that he had done those things.
His crow-feather eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly opened the quilt and ran barefoot to open the door without even bothering to put on his shoes.
As soon as the door opened, the figure that was engraved in the bones came into view.
He hugged Su Ruotang into his arms.
The faint scent of crabapple lingered on the tip of his nose, and his panicked heart slowly calmed down.
"Madam, I thought you abandoned your husband."
Burying his head in Su Ruotang's smooth neck, Mo Ronyan closed his eyes and let out a low voice.
The man's low and hoarse voice seemed to contain a hint of grievance.
Su Ruotang tilted her head back and patted the man's back perfunctorily, "We've almost hugged him, let go."
Mo Ronyan slowly let go of his hand: "How many days have I been asleep?"
Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the man's bare feet and he hummed, "Seven days."
Dog man, even his toes are so beautiful.
Even a woman feels jealous when she sees her.
Mo Rongyan frowned.
The next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Ruotang's slender wrist, and examined her hand carefully.
Seeing that the finger that was scratched seven days ago had returned to its former whiteness and tenderness, a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The third prince's concubine's hands were still white and tender, and looked pleasing to the eye.
Su Ruotang was caught off guard and pinched her wrist.
She raised her red lips and spoke in a lazy and casual tone, "Your Highness, check my pulse. Do you see what's wrong?"
Mo Ronyan did not miss the tiredness between her brows and eyes.
He bent down and picked her up, and walked into the house, "Well, I took your pulse and found that you are sick."
Su Ruotang wrapped his hands around the man's neck with ease and snorted coldly, his delicate little face expressionless, "Oh, may I ask, Your Highness, what disease am I suffering from?"
The man held her firmly and said word by word: "Lovesick."
