Chapter 492: The Smell of a Rotting Corpse

Hey, Emperor's maternal uncle, I'm your bridge; if I weren't here, you wouldn't fear the palace being torn down by those two.

Emperor Ning saw her arguing stubbornly, and finally he smiled, saying, "Good, good, good, I have to rely on Yun chu to guard this palace well!"

Jiang Wen Fu saw how the two interacted, and it was somewhat unexpected.

Jiang Zeyang nodded at Emperor Ning, then turned his gaze to Jiang Wen Fu.

He now wants to know what exactly happened back then.

Jiang Wen Fu directly repeated the two's earlier conversation, then shook his head, saying, "I've always remembered what happened back then."

"That Third Uncle Jiang never lifted a hand."

"Moreover, now that I think about it, it's a bit strange." Emperor Ning looked at Jiang Wen Fu and also realized the seriousness of the problem.

If Ying Ying were in the Jiang family, then…

Jiang Zeyang would definitely not come to Da Ning to take people, which shows Ying Ying is not in the Jiang family; then her physique, isn't it the best vessel to assist the Young Master?

Otherwise, why would the Jiang family go to such lengths to abduct someone?

She was originally his wife; there's no need to abduct her.

Back then, Third Uncle Jiang's appearance directly confused their senses, leading them to directly conclude that Jiang Zeyang was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Especially later, someone attempted to assassinate Yun chu.

They feared Yun chu might meet with misfortune, so they brought her into the Jiang family and then turned a blind eye; when they ignored her, that group of people seemed to be observing, waiting.

"What's strange?" Jiang Wen Fu looked toward his Senior Brother.

"Do you remember? I once said that person's body had a strange smell." Emperor Ning looked at Jiang Wen Fu; over the years, he had only said this to his Second Junior Brother.

Jiang Wen Fu narrowed his eyes, then nodded, "Yes, a strange smell."

"That smell, I can never forget it." Emperor Ning slightly furrowed his brows; as he said this, he suddenly lifted his head, "However…"

He hesitated a bit, then summoned Xi Gonggong.

"What people did Consort Cao bring when she came?" Emperor Ning suddenly spoke up, asking another question.

Jiang Yunchu's pupils flickered; could it be that Emperor's maternal uncle had also smelled that odor?

"Your Majesty, there were the Eighth Prince, Consort Cao, two guards, two palace maids, and the Imperial Physician Wang."

Xi Gonggong recalled carefully; he knew everyone in the palace.

"Is that all?" Emperor Ning that day couldn't open his eyes, not daring to make any movement, fearing their scheme would fall short.

"Right, there's also one person—his hair is flower-white and he has a long beard."

"He seems to be wearing a Daoist robe?" Xi Gonggong at this moment was also somewhat uncertain.

Mainly, it differed from the traditional yin-yang fish Daoist robe; that person's robe, the yin-yang fish, seemed to have eyes, and when one saw it, they felt a chill all over.

"Daoist robe? What kind of Daoist robe?" Jiang Zeyang asked hesitantly.

Xi Gonggong didn't know this person, but instead looked toward Your Majesty.

"Xiao Xizi, draw it." After Emperor Ning said that, he waited for Xi Gonggong to leave, then continued, "That day, I smelled a familiar scent."

"A familiar scent, but without Third Uncle Jiang."

That indicates…

Third Uncle Jiang and that person are the same individual!

Jiang Wen Fu and Jiang Zeyang both lifted their heads; Emperor Ning shook his head, "Wait and see—look at the person Xiao Xizi drew, do you know them?"

These years he's been trapped in the palace; everything is done by those people going out, and he only needs to keep the court stable.

Over these years, he hasn't seen new people for a long time, so naturally he hardly knows anyone.

"Your Majesty, I also roughly sketched that person's appearance."

After a moment, Xiao Xizi took two drawings and walked over.

The first drawing is that special yin-yang fish; the second is that person's appearance.

"I, your servant, only glanced at it then; I don't remember clearly, only able to recall a few general features." After Xi Gonggong said that, he immediately withdrew.

Jiang Yunchu looked at the yin-yang fish on the Daoist robe; it was indeed strange.

The yin-yang fish is black and white, but the black spots are actually eyes.

Moreover, the gaze is sharp and icy; anyone who sees it feels a creepy sensation.

"This robe…" Jiang Wen Fu and Jiang Zeyang both lifted their heads and exchanged a glance.

It's him!

"Thousand-Faced Demon Daoist."

Jiang Zeyang sighed helplessly, shaking his head, "If it's him, then it's not surprising."

"Thousand-Faced Demon Daoist shows his disguise skills are unmatched; as long as he doesn't want to be found, even immortals couldn't locate his true form."

"He seems part demon, part Daoist, and likes wearing Daoist robes."

Jiang Wen Fu now also knows where the problem lies.

After all these years, he actually ended up wrongly blaming Jiang Zeyang.

Moreover, he believes the information Xi Gonggong gave, and also believes his Senior Brother.

"Same scent, different appearance." Jiang Yunchu looked at the four people in the room, "Is this Third Uncle Jiang?"

"No, it's not Third Uncle Jiang; it's him disguising as Third Uncle Jiang."

This sentence was no longer spoken by Jiang Zeyang, but by Jiang Wen Fu.

"What exactly is that smell?" This is also something Jiang Yunchu is quite curious about; the smell is indeed easy to discern.

So is this person so fearless, or is he simply unable to mask the odor on himself?

"There is a…"

Emperor Ning pondered for a long time, then suddenly thought of something: "The smell of a rotting corpse."

The smell of rotting corpses?

Jiang Wen Fu also nodded, 'Indeed, it is the smell of rotting corpses.'

Over the past twenty-plus years, his memory has become blurred.

To him, Jiang San Ye was so familiar a look, a familiar look that made him overlook more information.

But the Eldest Senior Brother had never seen Jiang San Ye, so he would choose the easiest point to remember.

The Eldest Senior Brother remembered the smell, that unique smell.

"Jiang Ze Yang, you said before, when you returned to Zhongzhou, Jiang San Ye was already dead, and you examined Mu Rui, that..."

"Isn't it that Jiang San Ye's facial skin has disappeared?" Jiang Yunchu asked, guessing.

Jiang Ze Yang nodded, 'Yes, at that time, third uncle's facial skin had been completely stripped off, from chest to back, all the skin, including face and hair, was directly peeled off by someone.'

"At that time, the master's household feared causing too big a disturbance, so they suppressed the matter; the world only knew that Jiang San Ye was dead, but did not know his appearance was completely ruined."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Yunchu nodded, which was roughly what he had guessed.

"That rotting corpse smell is probably the smell of those human-skin masks, and he cannot control this smell."

"Or..."

Jiang Yunchu raised his head, looked at the person in the room, 'He prefers this smell.'