The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 132 Entering the Palace to Meet the Saint
Eunuch Su glanced at Sheng Yunqing behind him and said in a shrill voice, "Miss Sheng, please come with me to the palace to see the emperor, you and the marquis."

Sheng Yunqing frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sheng Yukun said anxiously, "Eunuch Su, Yunqing doesn't know anything..."

Eunuch Su chuckled and said, "I am also working for the emperor. The emperor wants to see you, so it is better not to delay Miss Sheng."

"This..." Sheng Yukun clenched his fists, his expression solemn.

"Uncle, don't be embarrassed." Sheng Yunqing pursed his lips, took a step forward, nodded to the eunuch, and said, "I'll go."

In the palace, pleasant-smelling incense was burning in the hall. When she raised her eyes, she saw Duke Bai and Bai Muling were also there. She frowned with complicated thoughts.

This father and daughter duo are up to something weird again.

"Your humble servant pays respect to His Majesty."

Ye Jinfeng leaned on the armrest. On the table was the letter paper presented by Duke Bai.

He squinted his eyes slightly and said lazily, "Sheng Yunqing, do you know Liu Chuan?"

Sheng Yunqing frowned slightly and said, "Who is Liu Chuan? Yunqing doesn't know."

"Hmph..." Ye Jinfeng snorted, tapped the letter paper on the table with his fingers, and said, "In my opinion, you have very close contacts with him."

The eunuch handed the letter to Sheng Yunqing. Sheng Yunqing looked at the unfamiliar content on it. It was all written to Sheng Yunqing.

"The ginkgo trees in the ginkgo garden outside Beijing have borne fruit. I sent someone to deliver the ginkgo nuts that Miss Yunqing loves to eat." The signature was on the Autumnal Equinox three years ago.

"A batch of high-quality red pine wood has just arrived in the West Market, which can be carved into the weapon style that Miss Yunqing wants." The signature was made two years ago at the beginning of summer, and it came with a blueprint of the Sheng family's military equipment.

"I heard that the young lady was coming back, so I handed over the account books under the old elm tree at 12:00 p.m. on the ninth day of the second lunar month." The signature was on the beginning of spring a year ago.

I tried to touch the writing with my fingertips, but it was no use. My body hadn't recovered yet and I didn't have the ability to recognize the person who wrote.

The light in her eyes dimmed, she pursed her lips and said, "Your Majesty, a few letters alone cannot prove anything. The contents of these letters have nothing to do with this minister."

When she was changing the letters, a pine needle slipped into her palm and was mixed in with the letter from a year ago. Upon closer inspection, she found that the peculiar barbed shape was the pine needle unique to Xuanqing Temple.

She gritted her teeth calmly. The person who wanted to frame her was really well prepared. Did he send people to pick the fruits at the foot of the mountain?

"Don't speak too soon. Miss Sheng is a noble lady who forgets things easily. Why don't you think about it again? The maidservant beside me happens to be Liu Chuan's sister. She came to serve me by mistake."

Bai Muling asked Ye Jinfeng for instructions and said, "Your Majesty, can you let this maid say a few words?"

"Yeah." Ye Jinfeng responded softly.

Ruyu walked forward and bowed to Ye Jinfeng, saying, "I am Liu Ruyu, the younger sister of Liu Chuan. My brother came to the capital three years ago and wrote a letter home, saying that he fell in love with a beautiful girl in the capital. I have also seen the handwriting on the letter in Miss Sheng's hand. It must have been written by my brother. My brother has a gentle character and must have been bewitched by someone to be involved in the smuggling of arms..." Sheng Yukun frowned and said, "Yunqing had not even set foot in the capital three years ago, how could he be involved in the smuggling of arms..."

Bai Muling raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "But as far as I know, Miss Sheng practiced in the Taoist temple in previous years. Not long after she came to the capital, she became the eldest daughter of the Sheng family. The arms smuggling started three years ago and has been well hidden. Is Miss Sheng hiding in the Taoist temple to conceal her tracks?"

Sheng Yunqing's fingertips stroked the barb of the pine needle, and a sweet and fishy taste of blood rose in his throat.

The old injury has not healed yet, so I can't use any mysterious skills.

She suppressed her dizziness, faced Ye Jinfeng's scrutinizing gaze, and said, "Your Majesty, three years ago I was still in Xuanqing Temple practicing asceticism. How did I get to know and interact with scholars in the capital?"

Hearing this, Bai Muling suddenly chuckled, her bright red lips curled up into a seductive arc: "Miss Sheng, I heard that the small gate at the back of Xuanqing Temple is unattended at three quarters past midnight."

She turned around and took out the yellowed duty book in Linglong's hand and said, "This is the confession of the disciples in the temple. It is said that Miss Sheng always claims to be sick and stays at home on the seventh night of every month. Isn't it a coincidence? Most of Liuchuan's letters are also sent on the seventh night of the month."

Sheng Yunqing's pupils suddenly shrank. There was actually a signature in her handwriting on the duty book. Even the curve of the last stroke of the word "Qing" was exactly the same as hers!
But this is clearly not what she wrote!

She secretly clenched her fists in her sleeves. What a powerful move! The maid Ruyu, whose eyes were red from crying, was probably also bewitched by Bai Muling.

I heard from Lu Changxuan that the master has been in seclusion recently. Otherwise, how could these people have the opportunity to go to Xuanqing Temple?

Just as she was thinking, Ruyu suddenly fell to her knees, took out a silver ring from her bosom, and said in a tearful voice: "Brother said in the letter that he and the girl had a promise to grow old together. This is brother's personal belongings, originally a plain ring. He once told me that he would engrave the name of his beloved girl on it in the future. When I saw brother's body on the mountain, he was holding it tightly in his hands..."

Bai Muling took the shiny silver ring in her hand and examined it carefully, with a hint of depth in her eyes.

She found this silver ring in the room when Ruyu was out. It was covered with dirt and dried blood. She still remembered that under the blood were the words "Mu Ling". She wanted to throw it away, but then she changed her mind and asked a skilled craftsman to reshape the silver ring and engraved the words "Yun Qing" on it. She mixed it with pig blood and dust to make it look perfect, and put it back in her room without anyone noticing.

"Yun Qing." Bai Muling sighed sadly and said, "Miss Sheng, the evidence is conclusive."

Ye Jinfeng tapped his fingertips on the dragon-patterned armrest: "Yunqing, do you want an explanation for this token?"

"I have never seen this thing before." Sheng Yunqing straightened his back.

As she finished speaking, a camphorwood box was carried in from outside the hall. It turned out to be the old clothes she wore in the Taoist temple three years ago.

In the secret pocket of the top layer of her skirt, there lay half a faded sachet, with the remnants of the Chinese character "柳" outlined with embroidery thread.

Duke Bai stroked his beard and sighed deeply. His fierce eyes showed a hint of arrogance as if he had won the battle. "Is the fabric of this sachet made from the fire-washed yarn offered by the prisoners of war from the northern border?"

He paused deliberately, causing Sheng Yukun's face to turn pale, and even Ye Jinfeng's expression became a little more angry.

"Huo Huan Sha is a military banned item. Anyone who keeps it privately will have his entire clan executed."

Ye Jinfeng's eyes swept across Sheng Yunqing's pale lips and said, "Zhenbei Hou, you taught your nephew well."

He suddenly threw the sachet into the gilded charcoal basin. The fire-washing yarn did not burn, but instead a border map emerged. "Is this map marking the Langya Valley that your Sheng family army lost last month?"