"This pool is big, let's all soak together." This sentence was really asking for a beating, but An Xin, whose mind was a complete mess, couldn't come up with a clever way to avoid getting a beating at this moment.
Zhou Xiruo's expression suddenly changed.
Yan Zhen leaned down slightly, pressing her against the stone wall, and said, "Want to soak together? Are you sure?"
An Xin felt his skin warming every part of her body, and her brain felt like it was burning hot. She nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes!"
Yan Zhen raised the corners of her lips slightly and said casually, "Since Xin'er says so, Xiruo, come down."
An Xin felt a chill run down her spine. Why did this tone remind her of all sorts of things about threesomes? Her body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of regret arose within her.
Zhou Xiruo was stunned by the situation and stood there for a moment, forgetting to react.
An Xin pushed Yan Zhen and said, "You're making me uncomfortable, move aside. This pool wall is hot too!"
He pressed even closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he asked, "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
An Xin shivered. Her mind was a complete mess. This treacherous minister in front of her was no fool at all. She was no match for him!
"You're pressing on my lungs, it hurts, I can hardly breathe!" An Xin tried to move her body.
Yan Zhen moved aside slightly, but his lips still captured An Xin's earlobe. An Xin felt a shiver run through her body, her body suddenly shrinking back. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Yan Zhen, you bastard... um..."
Yan Zhen slowly and deliberately bit her lips, his tongue sweeping over her pearly teeth, clearly intending to give her an exceptionally lingering and passionate kiss in front of Zhou Xiruo, which made An Xin very anxious.
She, the person involved, was very anxious, but one can only imagine how anxious Zhou Xiruo, who was standing to the side, must have been. What if Yan Zhen, who had no morals, did something even more outrageous in front of Zhou Xiruo? Wouldn't she regret it to the point of despair?
Zhou Xiruo felt as if every inch of her skin was about to explode from anger, but she found herself powerless against Yan Zhen; she couldn't stop anything he did.
An Xin's mind was about to go blank, but the last shred of rationality saved her! She came up with an extremely despicable idea and suddenly reached out to grab someone's genitals.
Yan Zhen had only intended to tease her, but unexpectedly, her manhood was suddenly grabbed. Her body trembled violently, and her face froze. An Xin couldn't describe the feeling of grabbing that thing. She just took advantage of the moment to swim hurriedly towards Zhou Xiruo on the shore. Then she grabbed the still angry Zhou Xiruo and pulled her into the water. She quickly stripped off her outer garment, wrapped it around herself, and then quickly climbed out. She tore off the clothes on the screen, put them on haphazardly, and ran out.
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People often say that the past is too painful to recall, and it is indeed a wise saying. Anxin thought to herself, "This is not just too painful to recall, it is far too painful to recall!"
It was rare for her emotions to fluctuate so abnormally, and she felt that a woman is a woman. This kind of thing actually brought her original tomboyish personality back to its original state in an instant, and she even fled in such a disheveled state.
"Sister, what's wrong?" An Wan stared at An Xin's flushed face with suspicion, somewhat puzzled. After all, An Xin had always been aloof, and it had been many years since she had shown such an expression.
"Nothing much." An Xin frowned, sorting out her thoughts, and raised her eyelashes. "That masked man, have you remembered anything?"
An Wan said somewhat reluctantly, "Sister, I've said everything I can. When can I get out? I'm so bored staying in this expensive house every day!"
She can't even leave the Right Prime Minister's residence, let alone leave this gate. She has to eat, drink, and relieve herself all here. Who could stand that?
Besides, the person she wanted to see was Yan Zhen, and she didn't want to face Shen Zhuo's icy face every day!
She's a young lady, and Shen Zhuo is just a subordinate. Why is he giving her such a cold and unfriendly look? Besides, although Shen Zhuo is good-looking, he's far inferior to the Right and Left Prime Ministers. She prefers the Right Prime Minister and absolutely refuses to have any contact with this subordinate!
"You can leave now, I'll collect your corpse later!" An Xin calmed down and spoke in a way that was extremely cold and inhumane. Wen Wan's face turned a little ugly, but she also shrank back in fear.
“That person had a strange habit: every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he would kill a lot of people,” An Wan said, trying hard to recall.
An Xin's face suddenly darkened: "July 7th!?"
An Wan nodded.
An Xin's heart trembled. The seventh day of the seventh month, the result she deduced from Feng Yi's birthday was also the number seven. Did it mean that Feng Yi was captured by this masked man?
Or perhaps the number seven has a special meaning for the masked man?
"Who were the people you killed?" An Xin seemed to have vaguely grasped a clue.
An Wan recalled, "There were all sorts of people: beggars, people from the martial arts world, people from the imperial court, and of course, ordinary people..."
An Xin pondered, why arrest all sorts of people? Just because of simple slaughter?
No, investigating the backgrounds of these people who have already died is like walking down a never-ending road. She has to find a new way... Wait!
An Xin's expression suddenly changed. Every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, many people are killed. Could it be that all those skeletons are connected to this person?!
The bones in the hot spring pool did indeed look like they belonged to someone who died three years ago, or perhaps the one she examined was from three years ago. In fact, the time of death for each bone is actually different!
"Have you seen how that person killed people?" An Xin looked at An Wan. An Wan was the only clue at the moment, and she had to extract more information from her.
An Wan frowned and said, "He kills people all by himself. He took me in, but he wasn't very close to me. In fact, you could count the number of times he's spoken to me on two hands."
An Xin slowly narrowed her eyes, and a plan slowly formed in her mind.
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It's not hard to imagine that the sudden "massacre" of her family was a conspiracy, but whose conspiracy was it? Why would they slaughter her family when she entered the palace? And what was their purpose?
The truth was told to An Xin by Yan Zhen, who had been hiding for several days.
The person who died in the courtyard was just a substitute that Yan Zhen found. In other words, everyone now knows that An Youwei and his wife are dead, but the real person has been hidden by Yan Zhen.
When An Xin returned from their hiding place, she happened to "bump into" Yan Zhen. An Xin turned to leave, but Yan Zhen's charmingly seductive voice came over, "Do you know who wants to harm Lord An?"
An Xin suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She always kept public and private matters separate. For now, she would put the personal matter aside and focus on the important business. She turned to Yan Zhen and asked, "Who is it?"
Yan Zhen said, "Come here. I'm afraid you can't hear me from this distance."
An Xin took a step back and said, "I can hear you very well, so standing here is fine."