Go southeast to Cuizhu Pavilion and meet Ximen Yin.
"If Ting Yuxuan doesn't have it, then the dagger was taken back by Lin Ke'er." Ximen Yin said leisurely after hearing that his search for Ting Yuxuan in the southeast was unsuccessful.
"Obviously it has fallen into the hands of someone else." Southeast said. The man took the dagger silently without knowing what purpose he had. "Perhaps it was taken by Nao Yan. My subordinates asked people to track her down as soon as possible."
"No." Ximen Yin blurted out.
"What?" Southeast didn't understand what he didn't want for a moment. Did he not plan to find a dagger? But if you think about it carefully, the dagger is just a tool. Even if it is gone, it won't be able to affect anything. Even if it suddenly appears one day
, the Lord must have a countermeasure. Southeast is not worried at all about this.
"I ordered people to stop and stop looking for Nao Yan. Let the Jingcheng Mansion investigate Lin Keer's death." Ximen Yin said, "However, since the Grand Master's Mansion was destroyed, the Jingcheng Mansion may not be able to find anything in the end.
A cold case."
"Why don't you continue to look for Naiyan? If we find her, we will know who hired her to kill, and we will be better prepared," Southeast said.
"I'm afraid that if we continue to search, instead of finding an employer, we will fall into another trap and expose ourselves." Ximen Yin said, "Maybe someone is staring at Naoyan at this time and wants to know who is interested in her, so
We must not be the ones who are interested."
"The Lord means that someone deliberately wants to use Naiyan to find us?" Southeast understood.
Ximen Yin nodded, stood up, and walked to the window, "Yes, otherwise there is no need to hire Nai Yan to kill Lin Ke'er. Leaving such obvious clues, I almost fell into the trap. Fortunately, it's not too late now, so our
People should stop as soon as possible."
"Who killed this Lin Ke'er?" Southeast wanted to know.
"It must be that Lin Keer's fake handwriting has been known to others." Ximen Yin said, "If Ximen Jingxuan and Lin Xiner hadn't thought of that trick, I would be very disappointed. The fake handwriting can only be
Stir up the muddy waters when things are chaotic, and things will surface when everything calms down.”
"Is it really the person who was killed by Shuiyue Palace? The motive for the murder was because Lin Ke'er falsely passed on the handwriting to harm them?" Dongnan thought.
"What if Lin Xiner really couldn't bear Lin Keer? What if..." Ximen Yin's eyes flashed.
"My lord, are you afraid that Prince Xuan has done something about it?" Southeast said this and even he couldn't believe it himself.
Ximen Yin looked out the window and said nothing.
"My Lord, I almost forgot that when I sneaked into Prince Xuan's Mansion at night, I took the opportunity to go to Moyaxuan. I wanted to inquire carefully, but I was afraid of alerting the guards, so I just walked around the house and found that
Got this." With that said, Southeast took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Ximen Yin.
Ximen Yin turned around, took the paper and opened it.
It was a good piece of rice paper. Although it was a little yellowed, it still held a lot of weight in your hand.
Open it, and you will see a painting. It is obvious that the painting is divided into two parts, one part was made many years ago, and the other part is newly added lines.
This painting...
Ximen Yin's eyes were fixed on the little girl's figure.
"This subordinate feels that this painting seems to be consistent with what the one-eyed man said, so he took it and presented it to the Lord." Southeast said.
"I understand..." Ximen Yin nodded and said, "This is the answer!"
"What answer?" Southeast was puzzled.
"Even without the dagger as evidence, Ximen Jingxuan still knows who really saved him, so..." Ximen Yin paused and said, "Lin Keer was probably abandoned by him intentionally."
"Can a painting of Prince Xuan recalling his past illustrate this?" Dongnan asked.
"This painting was made by two people. The old pen and ink came from the hand of Prince Xuan, and the new pen and ink must have come from Lin Xiner." Ximen Yin affirmed that only Lin Xiner had the opportunity to paint when she lived in Moyaxuan.
Only someone who has experienced it personally can draw such a detailed image.
"It turns out that the two of them already knew each other," Southeast said.
So wouldn’t it be self-defeating for the master to take advantage of Lin Keer’s arrangement?
"Burn this painting immediately. No one can find it again, and Ximen Jingxuan cannot find it." Ximen Yin's expression was slightly stern, and a rare look of horror flashed through his eyes.
If they had already fallen into Ximen Jingxuan and Lin Xiner's scheme, wouldn't his situation be very dangerous?
"Yes!" Southeast picked up the painting, walked to the table, picked up the flint beside the candlestick, squatted down and lit the painting.
Soon, the painting turned into ashes.
Ximen Jingxuan must not be allowed to follow a lost painting to his head!
"Didn't you disturb anyone when you went to Mo Yaxuan?" Ximen Yin asked this question carefully again.
"No, I didn't notice that I was being followed." Southeast said. He was very confident in his own skills.
"Perhaps, without Zheng Xianlun, Mo Yaxuan's guards have relaxed." Ximen Yin could only think this way, "It seems that Zheng Xianlun was indeed imprisoned somewhere in Mo Yaxuan before."
"Lord, what should we do now?" After burning the painting, Southeast stood up and asked.
"First call back the people who are looking for Naiyan and stop all the noise. I have to investigate the matter between Lin Xiner and Ximen Jingxuan first." Ximen Yin said, "We will act after we are sure."
"Slave meets the second prince!"
Along with the sound of footsteps outside the house, the voice of the young eunuch eagerly saluting could be heard.
Southeast quickly ducked behind the screen and left the room.
"Why is the smell of medicine mixed with the smell of burning paper? Who is the third emperor burning paper money for?" Ximen Hen said as he walked towards Ximen Yin's house.
Ximen Yin glanced at the unprocessed ashes on the ground, walked forward, and squatted down.
At the same time, Ximen Hen pushed the door open and entered.
"Brother Three Emperors, you can feel free here. There are not so many rules when you come and go." Ximen Hen said as he entered.
Ximen Yin's heart is filled with darkness. Will he allow you to break in casually?
However, Ximen Yin remained silent on the surface, stood up slowly, and called out, "Brother Second Emperor."
"Eh? What are you doing?" Ximen Hen looked at the pile of ashes on the ground curiously, "I thought you were burning paper for someone in the house, it doesn't look like that!"
"I burned an old painting." Ximen Yin said, paying attention to Ximen Hen calmly.
Such a coincidence, must he know something? So, he said half-seriously.
"Oh." Ximen Hen responded casually, as if he didn't care, walked to the chair and sat down.
"Why did the Second Emperor want to come to my place today?" Ximen Yin walked to another chair and sat down and asked.
"It's a mess outside the palace. I came back to hide away." Ximen Hen said, "But I don't know where to go, so I came to you. Don't you dislike me too?"
"How could it be?" Ximen Yin smiled, "What's the distaste between us brothers? I would also like to hear what the second emperor brother tells us about things outside the palace. What happened that made the emperor brother escape back to the palace?"
"Sorrowful..." Ximen Hen sighed, frowning.
"Is there anything that worries the emperor?" Ximen Yin asked, "isn't the emperor always worried about things?"
"The emperor ordered me to find someone. I have to choose between Lin Xiner and Lin Bo. Who do you think I should choose?" Ximen Hen poured out his bitterness to Ximen Yinda.
"Why did I get involved with you?" Ximen Yin asked with a smile, "I'm afraid that the emperor still won't give up on you, so I want you to make progress."
"It's hard to explain in one sentence." Ximen Hen sighed, "Have you heard about the incident in the Grand Master's Mansion?"
Ximen Yin nodded.
"That's right, if such a big thing happens, even if you don't hear about it, you will still hear about it." Ximen Hen said, "How could I choose Lin Bo? I chose Lin Xiner, but Lin Xiner is not easy to find either.
…”
"Second Emperor Brother should really do something. As a royal heir, I can't just watch the Emperor's uncle and the Crown Prince busy around. I'm really useless, but Second Emperor Brother is different..."
"Stop!" Ximen Hen interrupted before Ximen Yin finished speaking, "It's enough for two people to do things. If my father only has one son, the prince, who else can he count on? My background is not as good as yours, so that's it.
It’s nice to be free and at ease without having to fight for anything.”
"What does this have to do with birth?" Ximen Yin said, "We are brothers connected by the same blood. You are also my father's son. For the Ximen family..."
"Okay, okay..." Ximen Hen stood up, "I went to the palace to hide from my troubles, but you ended up preaching to me. Forget it, I'd better go elsewhere."
With that said, Ximen Hen left Cuizhu Pavilion as if fleeing.
Ximen Yin sat still, squinting his eyes at the pile of ashes blown away by the wind blown by the opening and closing of the door...
Ximen Hen returned to his almost empty residence in the palace, a courtyard about the same size as Cuizhu Pavilion. Maybe it had a name in the past, but in his memory, this place was an unknown place, just like
His big house in the capital only has an existence but no name.
Since his father became emperor, he has lived here with his mother. He used to call his mother mother, although because of giving birth to him, the lowly palace maid was given the title of concubine.
Then one day, his mother suddenly became insane. It was said that she was frightened when she saw the lonely ghosts of Leng's family. After going crazy for a while, she disappeared and no one knew where she went.
No one cared about his mother, he was the only one who searched for her. Later, someone found a long-decomposed corpse in the well with her mother's belongings.
His mother died quietly like this, and from then on he was the only one left in the courtyard.
Ximen Hen was pacing back and forth in the yard, his clear eyes mixed with thoughts, completely different from the drunken eyes seen by outsiders.
He was thinking about what happened last night.
Last night, he quietly sneaked into Zhiqi's place and handed the dagger to her before leaving. But as soon as he left Prince Xuan's Mansion, he found that someone else had sneaked into the Prince's Mansion.
He found a commanding height to hide outside Prince Xuan's Mansion and paid attention to the movements in Prince Xuan's Mansion. After a while, the man quietly sneaked out again. He seemed to have taken something like a scroll out of his sleeve, looked at it, and then folded it up.
He left in his arms.
Ximen Hen tried to follow him, but the man's behavior was strange and he soon lost track of him.