Chapter 581

The water is too deep; he can't swim. On the surface, he still has to say: "Could it be the work of the Cen family or the mastermind behind the Anti-Aging Pill, trying to divert everyone's attention?"

Fushan Yue couldn't figure it out either, but he laughed in the end: "Forget it, anyway, we've made a big splash in Lingxu City. Because it involves too many forces, the Anti-Aging Pill case is currently the most explosive topic, receiving more attention than the war in the east. Not only is everyone on the Floating Island discussing it, but it's even starting to spread to the Lower City of Lingxu. Father should be very happy."

Spreading from the Upper City to the Lower City means it's diffusing from the upper echelons to the common people. The powerful themselves may not frequently enter and exit the Floating Island, but the servants who serve them on the island number seventeen or eighteen thousand. With such a huge volume of people moving up and down, what gossip wouldn't be brought out? Especially when powerful officials are thwarted, the common people love to see it.

From the known plot, this case involves at least the Grand Minister of Agriculture, the close friend of the Lingxu Crown Prince (Yao Xingning), the Cen family, the Zhongsun family, two commanders of the Tongxin Guard, and the Crown Prince of the Chiyan Kingdom, among other powerful figures. And it was actually the Emperor himself who designated the White Envoy of the Heavenly Palace to investigate the case, confirming the high profile of the event from an official level.

It can be said that there are conspiracies, confrontations, counterattacks, and reversals, satisfying all the fantasies of the common people about the filthy vanity fair.

The onlookers in the melon field are all cheering.

Even the citizens of Lingxu City, who are used to seeing big scenes, feel it's very satisfying this time.

The higher the attention on this case, the more comprehensive the subsequent explanation from Lingxu City must be to respond to the public concern of at least seven million people; it's impossible to gloss over it lightly anymore.

Now the pressure is on the side of the Demon Emperor and Bai Ziqi.

He Lingchuan didn't expect this big melon to explode so quickly and suddenly, but for him, the pros outweigh the cons.

His popularity has opened up, and the difficulty for others to deal with him in secret has suddenly increased.

Yes, besides Chiyan, another more important amulet he found for himself is called "exposure."

For a nobody like him, only by standing in the spotlight can the monsters in the dark temporarily not pounce on him.

Temporarily.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror had been watching from the sidelines and was terrified: "You are dancing on the tip of a knife."

This is Lingxu City, the number one city in the world where crouching tigers and hidden dragons reside. The brat dares to mess around like this as soon as he arrives; be careful of ending up with no place to be buried.

Fushan Yue said again: "By the way, I went to track the progress of the investigation of the Star-Plucking Tower. Bai Ziqi sent someone to tell me that they took the clues to the Qinggong, and State Preceptor Qingyang basically identified that Mai Xuewen is her former expelled disciple, Xi Yunhe."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan became interested all of a sudden, "Mai Xuewen was once her disciple? Then it's related to the case of the stolen treasures from the Qinggong more than ten years ago?"

"Exactly." This old partner is still sharp, "Fifteen years ago, Xi Yunhe stole a large batch of treasures from the Qinggong and fled, later being shot dead and falling off a cliff. Half a month later, the body was found downstream, bloated and rotten. The Qinggong came to identify the body and confirmed it was Xi Yunhe."

"Is the shell of the Snail Toad indeed a treasure lost by the Qinggong?"

"Correct, State Preceptor Qingyang has already determined that it is the 'Mud Palace.' And she has seen the wanted portrait of Mai Xuewen, believing his appearance and demeanor are very similar to Xi Yunhe."

He Lingchuan frowned: "Xi Yunhe was a disciple under her; why would he steal treasures for no reason?"

"Xi Yunhe was gifted, intelligent, and diligent. State Preceptor Qingyang entrusted him with important tasks many times and even thought about letting him inherit her mantle," Fushan Yue drank some water, "Who knew that just at this time, State Preceptor Qingyang found out he was a spy from a foreign country. Xi Yunhe deliberately created the case of the theft of palace treasures to divert the Qinggong's attention so he could escape, but it didn't succeed, and he was identified and pursued."

He Lingchuan said oh: "Why do I feel it was quite successful?" Mai Xuewen, oh no, Xi Yunhe escaped, and the treasures were taken away.

Fushan Yue also laughed: "Isn't it?"

"Is the portrait he hid in Shuanglu Town drawn by himself?"

"Yes, State Preceptor Qingyang identified that it was drawn by Xi Yunhe for her during a celebration twenty years ago."

"Drawn with extra care."

When a man draws a woman, he is extra careful; either he is doing it for money, or he has her in his heart.

"State Preceptor Qingyang said that Xi Yunhe had some thoughts about her, but later he was expelled from the sect and ordered to be pursued, so he was filled with resentment and laid out clues specifically to frame the Qinggong."

The Mud Palace and the portrait can indeed be linked to the Qinggong.

"Who tried this spy case fifteen years ago?" He Lingchuan pondered, "It wouldn't be like Zhongsun Mou trying the White-Shouldered Eagle case, would it?"

"The Qinggong investigated and tried it themselves, then cleaned up the sect, and Lingxu City stopped asking."

"Stopped asking, leaving it all to the Qinggong?" He Lingchuan was very surprised, "No follow-up review afterwards? Does this comply with the regulations?"

"Regulations?" Fushan Yue coughed, "Anyway, that's how it is. The status of the four State Preceptors is transcendent, and sometimes their autonomy is very high."

He Lingchuan chuckled: "Maybe it's a vengeful ghost unwilling to give up, returning to the human world to overturn the case."

If there is a grievance, one must seek justice. If all efforts are in vain, then don't blame others for taking matters into their own hands.

"Now it seems that Xi Yunhe pointed the clues of the Anti-Aging Pill case to the Qinggong," he asked Fushan Yue, "If this is true, what will the Emperor do?"

Fushan Yue was silent for a rare moment, then said: "I don't know."

He Lingchuan stretched his back long: "So, the good show has just begun."

Whether it's him or Xi Yunhe, they only opened a beginning; the storm hasn't even come yet.

Fushan Yue looked at the sky, the moon was bright and the wind was clear:

"Eating? I know a restaurant where the sour-paste fish is well-made."

"You treat, that's fine." He Lingchuan didn't say another word and left as soon as he said so.

The two ate until they were dead drunk and returned in high spirits.

At this time, the moon was past the middle of the sky, and it was already two hours later. Although Lingxu City is a city that never sleeps, there was no one on the street at this time, the lights in the houses were almost extinguished, and even the dogs didn't bark.

Most people were immersed in dreams.

Returning to the guesthouse, He Lingchuan patted Fushan Yue on the shoulder and returned to his own guest room.

He walked unsteadily, his feet light and without a center of gravity. Fushan Yue's guards wanted to help, but he waved his hand and said no need, pushing the door to enter the room himself.

The guard walked back, just as he reached the door of his room after going down the stairs, he heard a loud bang.

Before he could look up, he was knocked to the ground by a powerful blast of air.

Wood chips, floating dust, and all kinds of strange fragments flew in the air.

He looked up at the source of the accident, dumbfounded:

He Lingchuan's residence had exploded.

A broken piece of wood flew out and stuck in the ground in front; if he had stood two steps further forward, he would have been poked in the crotch.

Immediately after, Fushan Yue rushed out of his residence, roaring when he passed the guard: "Why are you still standing there!"

Everyone woke up as if from a dream: "Crown Prince, it's dangerous ahead!"

The explosion had just passed; there might be a second or third explosion.

"Dangerous my foot!" Fushan Yue had a copper skin and iron bones, completely unafraid. Seeing that half of the stairs had been blown away, he simply supported himself and jumped up with one hand, "He Xiao!"

Half of the guest room where He Lingchuan lived was gone.

"He Xiao!" That guy wouldn't really have been blown to death, would he? Fushan Yue didn't believe it. The surnamed He was comparable to a cockroach; he couldn't kill him no matter how he tried before, could a random explosion do it? If he had known this, he should have used it earlier, "Stop pretending to be dead, answer me quickly!"

He shouted a few more times, and someone answered from the utility room across the corridor: "Here... cough cough!"

Fushan Yue jumped over, seeing that the floorboards of the corridor had been blown here, and a person slowly sat up in the ruins, covered in dust; it was He Lingchuan.

He choked on a mouthful of dust as soon as he coughed.

"Are you okay?"

He Lingchuan pushed away the floorboards on his body and threw away half a broken teapot:

"Not dead."

Floating Island.

Zhongsun Chi stayed in his underwater garden for more than an hour before swimming ashore.

When he was restless, he was used to returning to the quiet deep water. No one disturbed him underwater, which helped him calm down and think.

The maid waiting on the side immediately hugged a soft towel to wipe him.

She had to be very careful because the scales on the old merman's chest, back, and ribs had fallen off in large numbers. This was like a human losing their skin; the soft flesh would sting even if wiped a few times.

He had lost his temper many times because of this.

Although the eldest young master had bought back what the old family head wanted from the Dunyuan auction, the old man's mood was still depressed these past few days.

The vertical lines between Zhongsun Chi's brows deepened: "Where is the eldest? Why haven't I seen him all day?"

"This servant doesn't know."

Zhongsun Chi sent people to ask, but everyone reported they didn't know. Only one servant said the eldest young master went out in the morning and hadn't returned yet.

The old man was so angry he slapped the table, *bang*, shaking all the servants to their knees: "I told you to keep an eye on the eldest, are you all blind, not seeing him go out?"

He had been so troubled these past two days that he couldn't sleep well. With this anger rising, he simply ordered someone to drag the servant in the great-grandson's courtyard to the blood pool and feed him directly to the sharks.

With this bloody example in front, the entire Zhongsun Mansion was covered in dark clouds.

At noon, Zhongsun Ce returned late.

He had just passed the second gate when he looked up and saw his great-grandfather sitting by the door, his wooden staff by his hand, and couldn't help but be shocked: "Great-grandfather!"

Zhongsun Chi's face was cold as frost: "Where have you been?"

"I... I was troubled, so I went for a walk in the Lower City."

"You didn't go to find trouble with the Chiyan Crown Prince, did you?"

Zhongsun Ce's heart jumped, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no."

But what kind of person was Zhongsun Chi? He understood his great-grandson's look, and he knocked his wooden staff heavily on the ground: "You really went! What did you do?"

Zhongsun Ce's chin tightened: "Fushan Yue has been triumphant and showing off everywhere recently; I was really angry seeing him. His father killed your son, he killed my younger brother, yet he can still walk around Lingxu City swaggeringly, with people flattering him everywhere!" He gritted his teeth, "It's truly, truly unreasonable!"

After being humiliated in Dunyuan, he became angrier the more he thought about it, wishing he could grab Fushan Yue and tear him to pieces.

"You don't know that it's spread everywhere outside, you don't know how they are laughing at A-Mou!"

Thanks to Zhuoyao for the enthusiastic appreciation.

Thanks to the support of "Life is like a journey, I am also a traveler" and the book boy who has been lost in the world for 20 years!

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