Nan Shiying glanced at Sang Ji and asked, "Are you wondering why His Highness is here?"
Sang Ji: "..."
I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!
Nan Shiying patted Sang Ji's shoulder, signaling him not to be afraid, there was no need, Ji Jinmo wouldn't eat people.
Seeing Nan Shiying's hand on Sang Ji's shoulder, Ji Jinmo's phoenix eyes slightly sank, and a fierce coldness seemed to surge and boil in his dark eyes.
Sang Ji shivered all over, his face turning even paler.
Nan Shiying turned back, glared at Ji Jinmo, then comforted Sang Ji, "Don't be afraid, you are very important now, he won't kill you!"
Sang Ji: "..."
Thank you, I feel comforted!
Seeing Sang Ji's twitching eyes and mouth, Nan Shiying was silent for a second, sighed helplessly, and turned to Ji Jinmo, "Look, look how scary you are!"
Sang Ji: "..."
Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the world is destroyed; thank you, because of you, I am about to die.
If he could move, Sang Ji would definitely cover Feng Luan's mouth.
It was too damn scary.
Ji Jinmo gave Nan Shiying a helpless look, a smile rising to the corner of his lips, and for a moment Sang Ji seemed to see a flower bloom in hell.
Sang Ji pursed his lips, his expression becoming very strange.
Is this proper brotherly affection?
Sang Ji fell silent, and quickly lowered his gaze. As long as he didn't look, he wouldn't be silenced.
Nan Shiying didn't notice Sang Ji's rapidly changing expression. She said to Sang Ji, "I called His Highness here. Mainly, I was curious. Your whereabouts completely disappeared after the ruined temple, no one seen, no corpse found. Now, hearing that a living person was found, I came to see the excitement."
Sang Ji: "..."
Sang Ji had never been so speechless in his life as he was today.
See the excitement?
Listen to this, is this human language!
"Alright, after the Ministry of Punishment arrives, we'll thoroughly search and see, and the conclusion will be known soon."
As Nan Shiying spoke, she subconsciously leaned back. Only when her body suddenly lost its balance did she remember that she was sitting on a stool, not a chair.
Ji Jinmo flashed behind Nan Shiying. Nan Shiying crashed directly into Ji Jinmo's body, her head resting on Ji Jinmo's chest. Without thinking, she nestled against him.
Sang Ji: "..."
Did I discover something incredible?
This Feng Luan and His Highness, is, is... is... Sang Ji thought for a long time but didn't even dare to let those two words cross his mind.
His face was so pale that it had completely lost its color, and his body trembled uncontrollably, a mixture of fear and the excitement of discovering some secret.
Nan Shiying: "..."
Her head was still resting on Ji Jinmo's chest. She tilted her head up to look at him, "Master, does he have epilepsy?"
Sang Ji: "..."
Sang Ji remained silent, not even daring to look up.
Ji Jinmo looked at Nan Shiying, mainly at her male attire at the moment, and then considered their current actions. It wasn't difficult to guess why Sang Ji was like this.
However, Ji Jinmo didn't care. He pressed Nan Shiying's head and lifted her from the stool.
"Going back?" he asked.
Nan Shiying shook her head, "Since we're here, let's wait for the result!"
Sang Ji desperately wanted to shrink into his quilt and cover his head. He was truly terrified! After narrowly escaping death, he couldn't be silenced by His Highness for this!
"Let's wait in the carriage!"
The village houses were simple, and there was no tea or snacks. Fortunately, before leaving, Lü Wan had packed the food box filled with snacks and the wrapped tea into the carriage.
Nan Shiying nodded and said to Sang Ji, "You rest. The people from the Ministry of Punishment will arrive in about half an hour."
"Your subordinate respectfully sees off His Highness, respectfully sees off the divine doctor."
Sang Ji behaved very respectfully, but Nan Shiying felt like he had breathed a sigh of relief.
...
Half an hour later, a team composed of representatives from the Ministry of Punishment, the Metropolitan Prefecture, and the Grand Court of Revision appeared in Siping Village. The team was led by a renowned constable of the Grand Court of Revision. Hearing that His Highness had arrived in Siping Village half an hour ago, the group hurried towards Cheng Tieniu's house.
Before they even reached Cheng Tieniu's house, they saw the carriage that was out of place with its surroundings from afar.
Shisan drove the carriage directly to the entrance of Cheng Tieniu's house.
Hearing the messy but forceful footsteps, Nan Shiying lifted the carriage curtain. The group had already passed the carriage. Upon realizing that His Highness was not inside the house but in the carriage, they stopped abruptly and turned back to salute, "Your subordinates greet Your Highness."
Ji Jinmo let out a light hum from his nose, "Rise!"
Luan Wencheng, a renowned constable of the Grand Court of Revision, walked to the front of the group and respectfully inquired, "Your Highness, although it is somewhat presumptuous, this subordinate still wishes to ask, why has Your Highness come?"
"Presumptuous!"
Shisan roared out, "Does His Highness need to report his whereabouts to you?"
Luan Wencheng did not flinch, but stared directly at Ji Jinmo in the carriage. Nan Shiying glanced at him a few more times. A renowned constable of the Grand Court of Revision? It was said that each renowned constable of the Grand Court of Revision had unique skills, but regardless of other things, just in terms of courage, he was a hundred times stronger than Sang Ji lying inside.
"This subordinate dares not, it is just that today's matter is of great importance. If this subordinate does not ask, it is difficult to rest assured."
"You..."
"Enough!" Ji Jinmo interrupted Shisan's angry roar and said coldly, "This matter concerns the stability of the nation. I need to know everything as soon as possible. You don't need to worry about me. Regardless of how the Emperor and I are, we will not gamble Lin Yuan."
"Your subordinate understands!"
"Your subordinate thanks Your Highness for clarifying!"
Luan Wencheng merely wanted a reason, an excuse, anything. As long as His Highness said it, he was willing to believe it. This had nothing to do with his stance. He simply believed that this War God of Lin Yuan, who had led troops to repel strong enemies and protected Lin An for over a decade, would not gamble with Lin Yuan's stability and the lives of the border residents.
In fact, as long as Sang Ji was alive, His Highness would not be suspected of colluding with the enemy and selling out the country.
"Your subordinate will take his leave first!"
Luan Wencheng led his men into the house. After chatting with Sang Ji for the time it took half an incense stick to burn, he emerged and immediately arranged for his men to conduct a carpet search with Siping Village as the center.
Nan Shiying lay idly on the carriage seat, showing no intention of accompanying the search. She just wanted a result, and this result concerned the direction of future events.
She just couldn't understand, besides Sang Ji, whether the remaining six people were the target or companions of the other party?
To put it bluntly, those people were merely the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Punishment and the Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial. They did not touch upon internal court affairs related to national policy, so there was no need to capture them alive.
If they were companions, it was even more impossible.
If that were the case, the other party should have incapacitated everyone and left them in the ruined temple. This way, they could not only escape pursuit but also protect their companions.
So, what was the other party's purpose?
Nan Shiying's head ached from thinking!