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Shui Sheng followed Su Qing Jiu's instructions and strolled around the Prime Minister's Residence. Due to the rain, it seemed that it was getting dark very early. He lay on the roof of Summerlee's house, listening to her curses and staccato cries through the tiles.

Hearing the sounds, he judged that Su Qing'er was too strong. After Su Mo'er's wrist was connected to the bone, she could no longer play the zither, and it was equivalent to being crippled. To put it bluntly, ordinary doctors were unable to treat Su Mo'Er. If there was hope, then the only one left was Sikong Chen.

The Fairy Doctor Sikong Chen would recently come to Ji City, and he wondered if Su Mo'er would make use of this opportunity. Shui Sheng silently felt pity for Su Mo'er. Su Mo'er's zither skills were not bad, and she was rather famous in the noble circles of Ji City.

It was a pity that his luck was bad and he offended such a petty person!

"Achoo ~" Su Qing Yin rubbed her nose. She actually sneezed. Did she catch a cold from such a light rain? No need for that, could it be that someone was talking about her behind her back?!

"Hierarch, are you alright?" Concealed asked out of concern. If Su Qing Jiu went back and got sick for no reason, his prince would definitely investigate until the end, and they could not hide this from him.

After walking a distance, the secret room gradually became brighter. There were many bronze mirrors on the wall, and below them were Night Pearls. Each of these Night Pearls was very bright. After the light was reflected back, it illuminated the entire secret room.

Su Qing's mouth was agape. First, he sighed at the design of the ancient craftsmen, and secondly, he sighed at Su An's wealth. With so many Night Pearls, any one of them could sell for quite a bit of gold!

"I'm fine." Su Qing Jiu shook his hand, and the glass fire pearl returned to her body.

The moment she lowered her head, she noticed a painting on the wall not far away. The painting hung in the middle of a wide area. The most ancient rolled up paper, the most elegant and light color. The moment he looked at the painting, Su Qing Jiu's eyes became moist.

It had been a long time since he had seen his family. But as soon as they looked at each other, they felt very warm.

The girl in the painting's eyes were sad, she caressed her bulging belly, not knowing what to worry about.

Wu Yin looked at Su Qing Jiu, then looked at the lady in the painting. He was about 80% similar in appearance, "Is that your mother, Su Luo Lan?"

A spot of vermilion light appeared on her forehead. Beautiful and devastatingly beautiful, it was hard to believe that such a woman would ever marry Su An.

"My mother died when I was born. I've never seen her before, so I don't understand her very well." Su Qing Jiu looked at the girl in the painting, his expression one of suspicion and sadness.

Did Su An put such a portrait here? Was that woman the person she loved the most?

After pausing for a while, he heard Su Mo'er's ruckus. Since there was nothing else to do, Shui Sheng left. Lights flickered on and off, and people were moving around. Standing on the roof, Aqua was sure that he was in Third Miss Su Xiangru's room.

This scene and that sound, he suddenly felt that he was no longer decent.

He was just curious about what was happening. Due to the clothes he was wearing, he chose to lie on the roof. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He shielded his eyes from the rain with his hand and looked down.

In the fiery heat of the moment, Su Xiang Ru's face flushed red. She held onto the man in front of her and coquettishly said, "Your Highness, you're so bad." "You haven't come looking for me for so many days, I thought you forgot."

What is this? Shui Sheng was somewhat excited. What a knowledgeable Third Miss, I don't know which His Highness is in the room.

"Tsk tsk, I can't watch this scene anymore!" Shui Sheng put the tile back, then laid down on the roof with one hand under his head. He actually wanted to hear which prince had such low taste.

Actually, one didn't need to guess to know that Crown Prince Qi Chenfeng was a very proud and aloof person. Only the Second Prince had a serious mental illness, and such intense actions were not suitable for him. The Fifth Prince wasn't a rare figure in the Mo Imperial Manor, and he couldn't do this sort of thing.

As for the remaining Third and Fourth Princes, it was said that the Fourth Prince enjoyed beauties and lingered in the land of fireworks. However, the Fourth Prince seemed to only like fireworks, and the young miss of the officials didn't seem to be very interested. Not long ago, he even took in a brothel girl as his concubine.

After a while, Su Xianggru's voice rang out, "I was very afraid of what happened to your highness today. Xiang Ru thought that she would never see you again. That group of men in black suddenly ordered Su Qing Jiu's residence and knocked her unconscious …."

She looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated. Her voice was soft and there seemed to be thousands of grievances in her voice, causing people to feel pity for her once they saw her.

"What's wrong?" The man asked.

Sure enough, the voice belonged to the third prince, Qi Chenhua. Shui Sheng used one hand to wipe the raindrops off his face. On the surface, the Third Prince looked gentle and refined. He didn't think that there would be such a person behind all this. He had discovered such a big secret. Should he use it?

One must know that the Third Prince's identity was the fiance of the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Estate. His own fiancé had relations with his own sister, so he didn't know what the Second Miss of the palace thought of him.

Qi Chenghua gave Su Xiangru a kiss on the cheek. He dotingly said: "Ru'er, those black-clothed people are my people, you don't have to be afraid of anything anymore. "The order they received was to kill Qi Moxuan. The rest of them will not be harmed …"

Shui Sheng felt his heart skip a beat. What did he hear? This had something to do with Qi Chen Hua!

Even Qi Chenghua thought that their prince was easy to bully? The water began to move slowly. He had originally planned to let Qi Chen Hua sleep for the night, but now he felt that it wasn't necessary. He was not used to the Prime Minister's residence being so quiet. If he were to cause trouble, he might be able to create an opportunity for Su Qing Jiu.

Su Xianggru was surprised and happy at the same time. She was surprised that Qi Chenghua had this kind of thought in her mind. She was also happy that she believed that she wasn't infected.

She buried her head in Qi Chenhua's embrace and said tenderly, "Your Highness, Xiang Ru hasn't had a monthly event this month …"

The woman who didn't leave the pavilion was pregnant before him? So open! He wouldn't think that he wouldn't have to worry for the rest of his life just because he was with a prince!

Once again, the aquatic creature disappeared into the darkness of the night. After he had finished listening to the story, he began to get down to business.

If the Second Miss were to discover with her own eyes that her fiancé was with her sister, would it cause a ruckus? He had heard that the young mistress of the Prime Minister's Estate had always disliked this marriage, and now, he had done her a small favor.

He had heard that the Prime Minister's Mansion was very lively during the day, so he didn't have the opportunity to participate. Thus, he had made this place very lively under the night sky. It could also help Su Qing create time, killing two birds with one stone.

He no longer looked at the portrait because Su Qing Jiu had discovered a great treasure. In a wide area, there was a small tray with a brocade box on it.

"The tray is actually floating in the air, how did it do that?" Su Qing Jiu was very surprised. Transmigration was already bizarre enough, yet the things here could still float in the air? Was she seeing a ghost?

"That High Priestess, move your position. That place is filled with silver threads, can't you see clearly if there's light?"

So that was how it was. Su Qing Jiu moved his body a bit, the dense and criss-crossing silk threads. If he wanted to move the things on it without anyone noticing, it would take some effort.