Xie Lingxiao couldn't bear to see the two of them so close. He coughed lightly and interrupted the conversation between the two.
"But Queen, what does it have to do with Lu Zhongfeng's matter? Sister, now the relationship is complicated and confusing, and it's getting further and further away. I can't understand it."
"Brother, do you still remember that Master Jiuyun came to Xie's house again before leaving?"
Xie Lingxiao nodded: "I remember this. Isn't he your master? I thought he came here specifically to see you."
Ji Wanrong smiled: "Before he left, I asked him a question that I have always wondered about, which is who was the purpose of the assassination at the palace banquet?"
"But Master Jiuyun said that things can be looked at from another angle. Looking at the victim of the assassination, there is no clue, but if it is the beneficiary of the assassination -"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, his heart was shocked, and he held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.
"You mean the beneficiary is Mo Junfeng? He was appointed by the emperor after the palace banquet?" Xie Lingxiao's eyes became solemn.
If Mo Junfeng arranged the assassination...
"No, apart from Mo Junfeng, the biggest beneficiary is actually the Queen, and the balm used by Lin Wenrui is the same as the one used by the assassin who kidnapped me on the cliff that day. And the assassin who kidnapped me , there is a large tattoo on his chest, and I have seen that tattoo during the assassination at the palace banquet."
"That is to say, all the assassinations may be carried out by the queen behind it?"
Xie Lingxiao took a deep breath and felt that the facts in front of him were so ridiculous that he couldn't accept it for a while.
Ji Wanrong nodded, took out the tattooed handkerchief from the space, and handed it to Mo Jiecheng.
"This tattoo is a strange symbol. I had my brother and Hall Master Fu look at it before, but no clues were found."
Mo Jiecheng's condition is much better than Xie Lingxiao's.
He was obviously talking about his mother and younger brother, who seemed to be assassinating him, but apart from his pale face, he could still communicate with himself normally.
Ji Wanrong admired Mo Jiecheng a little more in his heart.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his head and glanced at the tattoo in Ji Wanrong's hand, his eyes suddenly shrank, and then he spoke with a wry smile.
"Yes, that's right. The assassin who assassinated me three times also had this tattoo on his body."
After Mo Jiecheng finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and said slowly: "I have felt that this tattoo is very familiar before, as if I have seen it somewhere before. Now that I look at it again, this feeling is even more... It’s intense.”
Upon hearing this, Ji Wanrong's eyes lit up: "Where have you seen this tattoo style before?"
Mo Jiecheng covered his heart with one hand and closed his eyes tightly: "Let me think about it."
"Okay, think about it." Ji Wanrong's eyes widened and he sat back in his chair. Staring at Mo Jiecheng with burning eyes.
If Mo Jiecheng could think of where he had seen this before, it might be a major breakthrough.
Ji Wanrong waited and waited. Before Mo Jiecheng could speak, he felt Mo Jiecheng's breathing gradually become heavier.
She slowly stood up from the chair with some suspicion, but saw the next second——
Bang.
Mo Jiecheng slipped down from the chair without realizing it.
His eyes were closed tightly, his lips were pale, and he seemed to have lost all strength.
"Brother! Brother!"
Ji Wanrong's eyes suddenly widened.
By the time Mo Jiecheng woke up in Prince Han's Mansion, the sun was already setting in the west.
Ji Wanrong diagnosed Mo Jiecheng's body when he fainted and found that he was suffering from severe mood swings.
Perhaps it was also caused by not getting enough rest after having a pneumothorax before.
So after giving him medicine, he called Chongzhou and sent him directly back to Prince Han's Mansion.
When Mo Jiecheng woke up, what he saw was Chongzhou's worried face.
"Master? Are you okay? Did you suffer any injustice in Xie's house?"
Mo Jiecheng slowly turned to look at him: "Why do you ask?"
He opened his mouth slightly, only to realize that his voice was hoarse.
"Everyone has said that you entered Xie's residence straight away and came out lying down. I'm afraid someone from Xie's residence beat you down."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he thought of Ji Wanrong's face again, his eyes dimmed slightly, and then he closed his eyes.
"Nothing, please go down first and let me stay alone for a while."
Seeing Mo Jiecheng's despair, Chongzhou didn't dare to leave, but under his insistent request, Chongzhou still had to leave.
It was long after Chongzhou left that the man's mournful breathing came from the half-covered bed.
Broken cries escaped from his throat, and he suppressed them with all his strength.
"Mother...mother..."
"Why don't you want me anymore?"
Mo Jiecheng opened his eyes wide and stared at the bed tent above his head.
His hands were struggling back and forth on his neck, as if he was struggling to break away from the hands that were strangling his neck.
Mo Jiecheng's face turned red, the veins on his forehead popped out, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes one by one.
At this moment, it was like going back to that rainy night more than ten years ago when his throat was pinched tightly.
Although no one could strangle his neck anymore, the feeling of suffocation stayed with him for more than ten years.
It seemed that the hands that tightly held young Mo Jiecheng had never let go in the past ten years.
The next day, when Ji Wanrong appeared in Jingzhao Mansion wearing a thick coat and skirt, Mo Jiecheng also appeared in Jingzhao Mansion in time.
The two of them came very early, and they came early in advance, as if to avoid someone.
When the two of them looked at each other, they knew what they were going to do today.
After Ji Wanrong sent someone to send Mo Jiecheng back to Prince Han's Mansion yesterday, he sent a letter to Miaoshou Tang, asking Fu Tingxue to help her check the whereabouts of Lu Zhongfeng and Mo Junfeng.
There is also the question of where Lu Zhongfeng went and what he did after he arrived in the capital.
The former is easy to check, but Lu Zhongfeng usually stays in the capital and has no place to interact with Mo Junfeng, while Mo Junfeng's footprints are all over Beili.
Fu Tingxue gave her a special booklet, which recorded the places Mo Junfeng had visited.
As for the question behind Ji Wanrong, Lu Zhongfeng is already dead, so it is a bit difficult to investigate.
Presumably Mo Jiecheng also found this place, because he came here so early today.
It's just that Mo Jiecheng was very taciturn and pale today, so Ji Wanrong made it clear to Mr. Jingzhao Yinli why he was here.
Mr. Li nodded hurriedly and led the two of them to the special warehouse where the files were stored.
As soon as the door was opened, the dust inside made all three of them cough in unison.
"Here are the files compiled by Lu Zhongfeng in the past, and what is on this wall are all the affairs he handled during his tenure."
Seeing Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng covering their mouths and coughing non-stop, Mr. Li felt a little embarrassed on his face: "After I took office, there were too many things. I haven't had time to sort out the files here. It makes you two laugh."
Ji Wanrong waved his hand and shook his head at him: "It's okay, Mr. Li, just let the two of us watch it slowly."
When Mr. Li went out, Ji Wanrong was about to close the door, but another figure came and blocked the door.
