Fu Ruyue stared at Ling Xiyao in shock.
Hearing the hurried footsteps approaching, An Xin sighed and said, "It's all my fault for accidentally killing the princess's dog, which made the princess hold a grudge. Lord Chamberlain, if the princess hadn't let the dog bite me, why would I have killed it?"
Ling Xiyao paused for a long time before saying, "Xin'er..."
An Xin shrugged, then leaned down to look at Fu Ruyue and said silently, "Watch your life."
Fu Ruyue slowly opened her eyes.
An Xin turned around, and the guards rushed over, crowding around her anxiously. Ling Xiyao tried to stop them, but it was too late. Then An Xin plugged her ears and let out a deafening scream that echoed through the sky.
****
Chaos ensued in the palace. Fu Ruyue frantically insisted that An Xin was the culprit, while An Xin denied any wrongdoing, saying, "I was with the Right Prime Minister. If you don't believe me, ask the Right Prime Minister."
Yan Zhen's long eyelashes curved as she asked, "Does anyone have any objections?"
Anyone object?! Who dares?! They'd have a death wish!
Then An Xin was miraculously cleared of suspicion, and her reputation was even brighter than a light bulb! Following this, the Empress Dowager's exorcism ceremony proceeded smoothly!
The moonlight was like water, spreading out gently and deeply.
An Xin was idly dipping a peach branch in yellow soup when she saw a veiled woman slowly walking towards her. The woman walked up to Yan Zhen and smiled gently as if she were saying something. Yan Zhen smiled, but seemed a little distant.
An Xin subconsciously felt that the woman looked somewhat familiar. Just as she was about to think about it more deeply, she heard a soft, gentle voice call out from behind her: "Miss An."
An Xin was startled and turned around, only to see Jing Lan looking at her with a faint smile.
"What is it, Prime Minister?" An Xin's eyes flashed, and she smiled as well.
Jinglan smiled and said, "Let's take a walk together."
An Xin paused for a moment, then walked over and said, "It's getting late. If it's on your way, could you give me a ride?"
Jing Lan smiled faintly and said, "I have something to discuss with Miss An."
An Xin asked doubtfully, "If you have something to discuss, can't you even give me a ride? Stingy!"
Jing Lan paused in her smile, then chuckled softly and said, "There's someone I'd like you to meet."
An Xin was taken aback, but Jing Lan walked forward, and An Xin had no choice but to follow.
The moonlight bathed the bluestone path, making the figure of the young man in blue seem somewhat ethereal.
They traveled without hindrance, exiting the palace gates and boarding the carriage. An Xin asked, "Where are we going?"
Jing Lan paused and said, "Shili Pavilion."
An Xin asked, "Someone I know?"
Jing Lan said, "We not only know each other, but our relationship is also extraordinary."
An Xin's mind raced through the acquaintances she had met after transmigrating, and she deduced that this person was probably related to this body. Her best course of action was to remain silent!
She didn't speak, so he didn't speak either, only lowering his eyelashes slightly, lost in thought.
The carriage stopped after traveling for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. An Xin lifted the curtain and jumped down. In the distance, in the middle of the lake, was probably the Shili Pavilion. But in front of her was a small courtyard surrounded by green bamboo, and the house itself had a unique charm.
An Xin casually pushed open the door. The room was pitch black, with only moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the room clearly.
An Xin turned her gaze to the figure huddled in the corner, paused for a moment, and then looked back at Jing Lan.
Jing Lan didn't approach. An Xin glanced at the person with suspicion, then turned and walked into the courtyard, saying, "Who is this person...?"
Jinglan raised her eyelashes, her eyes like clear jade flowing from a spring, reflecting the moonlight, possessing a beauty that transcends worldly concerns.
"Don't you recognize Miss An?" Jing Lan said with a smile, but An Xin sensed something different and became slightly wary.
"How can you see anything in such a dark room?" she said casually.
Jing Lan smiled faintly: "I met this person by chance, and suddenly I thought of Miss An."
An Xin's doubts deepened, but she smiled and said, "Why be so mysterious, sir? I always prefer to be direct. What's her name?"
Jing Lan stared into An Xin's eyes and said, word by word, "An Wan."
****
Su Miaoling looked at the man in front of her, a hint of infatuation flashing in her eyes, but she asked politely, "Why is the Right Prime Minister alone? Where is she?"
Yan Zhen glanced behind her and, sure enough, An Xin was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Was her presence too inconspicuous? Someone left without even saying goodbye!
“Once someone’s gone mad, even the real Yan Zhen can’t control them,” Yan Zhen said with a helpless smile, but the intimacy in his expression made the woman in front of him tear up.
Su Miaoling lowered her eyelashes, concealing the unfathomable light in her eyes: "I heard from the servants that they saw her leaving the palace with the Left Prime Minister just now, and the Right Prime Minister didn't even know?"
Yan Zhen's eyes suddenly darkened, but she smiled and said, "Since the Empress Dowager already knows why, why does she still ask me?" After saying that, she turned and left.
Su Miaoling suddenly looked up and said urgently, "Prime Minister, I am also worried that Your Excellency has been bewitched!"
Yan Zhen scoffed coldly, but walked away without looking back.
Minghe floated over like a ghost and whispered, "My lord, Miss An did indeed leave the palace with the Left Prime Minister."
Yan Zhen said calmly, "Where?"
Minghe whispered, "Shili Pavilion."