That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Everyone is watching and waiting for a truth that can convince the public.

Even if she believed Aqing, given how things have developed, she is undoubtedly the most suspicious person.

Worse still, she doesn't seem to have any intention of defending herself.

Regardless of whether it's the massacre of the entire family or any connection to the Duyue Cult.

Is there a better way? Is there a better way?

Miss Xie has encountered yet another problem in her life.

The last time she felt so anxious and worried was because of that move, Flowing Clouds Chasing the Moon, which she just couldn't learn no matter how hard she tried.

"Sister Fang!"

Finally, Xie Yunqi turned around and grabbed Fang Zhiyi's sleeve.

This girl, whom she had only known for a short time and who was only slightly older than her, always gave people the feeling that they could ask her for help no matter what problems they encountered.

"This can't go on! Let's think of a way to help Jingming!"

"alright."

Fang Zhiyi was pulled so hard that she was swaying back and forth in the wind. She finally managed to steady herself and had to comfort her first.

After getting annoyed with her, Xie Yunqi turned to the other side to find the other protagonist of the incident.

"Ah Qing! If there's anything you don't want to tell others, just tell me, okay? I'm also a member of the Divine Capital Guard. As long as I know the truth, I'll feed you peanuts!!!"

Aqing was tall and slender, so she had to lower her head slightly to meet Xie Yunqi's eyes.

A pair of clean and bright eyes clearly showed worry and anxiety.

Aqing looked at her quietly for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

"Hey, what are you laughing at!"

Xie Yunqi stomped his foot, wishing he could grab her and pull her away.

In fact, she couldn't resist doing it herself; she always acts faster with her hands than with her brain.

However, Ah Qing turned slightly to the side and easily avoided her touch.

While Xie Yunqi was busy with A Qing, Fang Zhiyi looked up and watched Jiang Jingming fight seven opponents by himself.

If these puppets didn't have the rule of rebirth, this battle would have ended long ago.

That's why Aqing didn't make a move, but just stared blankly at his back.

Her eyes were like autumn water, overflowing with affection.

The man wielding the knife was so focused on the battle that he never looked back at her.

Fang Zhiyi simply watched all of this quietly.

She actually already guessed what was going to happen next.

Jiang Jingming may never understand the girl's thoughts in his entire life.

But for Fang Zhiyi, it was too easy to guess.

Therefore, unlike Xie Yunqi, she wasn't like an ant on a hot pan, eager to find a solution to the problem.

Because she knew that from the moment she stepped into this place, Aqing had already decided on the ending of the story.

Everyone else was just an observer, watching her walk towards the ending she had envisioned.

That's it.

……

Jiang Jingming had lost count of how many times he had severed the puppet's head, yet he did not feel tired.

On the contrary, he was truly blinded by rage.

Even if he were to be reduced to ashes today, he would not let go of the knife in his hand until he had completely killed these people.

The sorcerer had stopped laughing; he realized that the person standing before him was perhaps no better off than himself in the mortal realm.

The two fought a battle with the force of destruction. The people in Fengling City could only see the Cuiwei Mountain covered in crimson, as if the heavens and earth had been torn open, a calamity hanging over the heads of the world.

No one in Tingpu Manor was capable of participating in such a battle; everyone could only look up and watch the swords clash, as if ghosts and gods were facing off.

Jiang Jingming pierced the neck of a puppet with his blade, slicing off its entire head diagonally.

The blade reeked of decay, making one feel as if they were truly in hell.

Jiang Jingming swung his sword, the wind making his black robe flutter, but it couldn't dispel the aura emanating from him.

He had previously guessed that the warlock connected his life force to the puppet, sharing its life essence, in order to achieve immortality.

But he had just killed the puppets multiple times, and it seemed that he had not been able to reduce their vitality.

There must be some way to break this secret technique.

As Jiang Jingming was pondering, a breeze blew past his nose, carrying a few familiar scents.

A faint, reassuring sandalwood scent.

"Little Lord."

Aqing's voice was very soft, ringing in his ear.

Jiang Jingming turned around and saw A Qing standing beside him, slowly drawing her sleeve knife.

"You don't need to lift a finger, Aqing."

Jiang Jingming pressed down on her wrist and stared intently into her eyes:

“You don’t need to say anything. I saw everything in that illusion just now. I know this has nothing to do with you. I know everything…”

Ah Qing's eyes seemed to hold a lot of unspoken words. Jiang Jingming spoke these words, which he had rehearsed many times in his mind, but suddenly felt a lump in his throat for no reason.

He took a deep breath and shook his head:

"Just stand behind me, I'll protect you."

Aqing just looked at him and smiled gently.

A girl who rarely smiles on ordinary days, when she does smile, her gentle smile is like the moon rising over the willow branches.

Jiang Jingming felt a sudden pang of panic.

“Young Master, these puppets cannot be killed by ordinary means. Their lives are intertwined, and they depend on each other for survival. The only way to end this is to make them kill themselves.”

As Aqing finished speaking, she slowly raised her hand and took his wrist.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, without any warmth.

Jiang Jingming didn't know what she was thinking or what she wanted to do; he only knew that his heart was gradually growing cold.

"Aqing said that she would become the young master's sword and protect everything the young master cares about."

Aqing's ponytail swayed slightly in the wind.

"You didn't say that."

Jiang Jingming lowered his eyes. It wasn't that he had forgotten, but rather that she always kept these things to herself.

Aqing also lowered her head slightly, with the corners of her mouth turned up.

The others were too far away to hear what they were saying, and could only vaguely see the expressions on their faces.

"So when Aqing smiles, she's not cold at all."

Xie Yunqi was slightly taken aback.

Aqing always had a stern and unapproachable demeanor, somewhat like a teacher at the Imperial Academy, which made Xie Yunqi feel that the two were much older than each other.

Seeing Aqing's smile now, she belatedly realized that their birthdays were actually only a few months apart.

If Aqing hadn't experienced so many changes in her life, she might have had the same personality as me.

What are they saying?

Lu Zhao watched the two figures standing side by side, and for some reason felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

"Could they be plotting their escape? If so, brother, you'd better go up and cover for them."

"Young Master Lu, next time you're thinking about such unorthodox things, remember to shut your mouth."

Chen Sha's cold voice rang out from the side.

Lu Zhao shrank back and stopped talking.

Wen Fuxiao dusted off his clothes and sat down on the ground:

"If it were Vice Envoy Chen, what would you do?"

"If it were me back then, I would definitely find out the truth and never tolerate it, even if the murderer is someone very important to me."

Chen Sha gazed at the distant sky, paused for a moment, and then continued:

"If it were me now... I would bend the law for personal gain, go against the grain, and do everything in my power to let him escape."

"That makes sense."

Wen Fuxiao smiled, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes:

“If the young girl is really a member of the Duyue Sect, I would like to ask her if she has any news of her old friends.”

"As an important official in the court, Chief Secretary Wen should avoid colluding with members of the Demonic Sect."

Chen Sha snorted coldly, but did not continue speaking.

A gust of wind swept through the group, creating a desolate and profound atmosphere.

……

"Ah Qing, how do you know how to kill the puppet?"

Jiang Jingming twisted his wrist to hold the knife, shielding A Qing behind him.

"I just know."

Upon hearing this, Aqing simply smiled slightly.

She rarely showed such girlish cunning. Once she stopped being as obedient and somewhat dazed as before, Jiang Jingming could no longer control her.

Aqing lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes obscuring her gaze.

Jiang Jingming thought for a moment, then had no choice but to speak:

"Okay, then tell me what to do. Whatever you want to do, we'll do it together."

He spoke with caution, because he couldn't guess what Ah Qing was up to.

Although I couldn't guess, the ominous premonition grew heavier and heavier.

"Little Lord."

Aqing suddenly released his wrist, took a half step back, and her smile held a hint of guilt:

"I'm sorry, there are many things from the past that I haven't had a chance to talk about. I'm sorry for involving you in these matters, young master."

"what are you up to?"

Jiang Jingming took a step forward, wanting to pull her up, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Aqing dodged his touch and slowly took out an iron mask from her bosom.

Crude cast iron workmanship, poor color painting.

"I'm sorry, Ah Qing may not be able to stay by the young master's side anymore."

Aqing's gaze remained tenderly fixed on him until she slowly removed the thin iron mask, finally separating their overlapping eyes.

Aqing turned around, and the wind blew her hair tie off, causing her ponytail, which was tied up behind her, to come loose.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down to her slender waist, outlining her graceful figure.

Jiang Jingming was slightly taken aback, unable to recall when Aqing's hair had grown so long.

Aqing lowered his head slightly, looking at the sorcerer and the puppets surrounding him.

Like Jiang Jingming, the warlock had no idea what she was going to do next, but they both felt a huge and dangerous pressure descending upon them.

Suddenly, she raised her hand, and her robe sleeve slipped down, revealing her fair and jade-like skin beneath.