The daughter of a noble family is reborn, and she is doted on by her godmother.

Chapter 163 He made great contributions

"That's all, right?" Xiao Zhang nodded, while also holding a message recorder in his hand, although the one in his hand looked simpler and more unadorned.

"this is?"

"Oh, this is the communication device that my junior brother and I use. I had him use it to check on the people keeping watch around you." Xiao Zhang was much more skilled than Yun Qingjin, quickly inputting information.

"I see." Yun Qingjin nodded, then recalled for a moment.

"That's the main point. I think Mother has basically been exposed. Now the people surrounding her are just waiting for her to be exposed. So she can't show herself now."

Yun Qingjin closed her eyes and thought about what had happened during this period of time. "That's about it."

Xiao Zhang nodded, "Don't worry, little sister, I'll definitely bring the message back to you..."

In order to give Xiao Zhang, the Taoist priest, a reasonable reason to stay, the two discussed a series of questions about Xiao Zhang's identity.

As the two left, they pretended to say, "Boss Xiaoyun, the evil spirits here are strong and the ghosts are lingering. I've written a talisman for you to take. I don't have the equipment for performing rituals with me right now, so I'll go out of the city to get it in a bit, and then we'll prepare to perform the rituals."

"Thank you, Master! I will prepare a guest room for you right away. I will then begin the ritual. I will be grateful for your help."

Yun Qingjin saw the person out the door. The people who had been keeping watch were still in the shadows. When they saw the person come out, they all turned their heads.

Pretend you didn't see it.

Now that we have convenient communication tools and strong support, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Yun Qingjin returned to the center of the mourning hall, silently praying: I wonder which innocent woman Mother is looking for. I'll burn more for you, so you can be well in the underworld, collect more money, bribe the judges and little devils, and be reborn into a better life next time.

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On the other side, at the Prince of Jin's residence.

After hearing Yun Qingjin's words, Tang Yufeng wanted to help her solve the problem, but as others said, there were indeed various circumstances behind this matter, so he couldn't act rashly.

I've grown up for nothing; the atmosphere at home has indeed been a bit awkward lately.

For some reason, my father suddenly started to oppose my uncle, the emperor, on some matters, and his attitude was completely different from before.

And my mother... didn't allow me to do much outside either.

Even the eldest brother and sister-in-law suddenly became busy.

It's strange, how could Father have gotten into a conflict with Uncle Emperor?

A flying car? A body falling from the sky, strange wounds, people stalking outside Yunji...

With these questions in mind, Tang Yufeng returned home.

Fortunately, my father and mother are home today. According to the steward, they seem to be receiving two guests.

These two women looked like old women, with hunched backs.

But for some reason, the king placed one of them in the seat of honor.

The topic of discussion is probably very important, which is why this arrangement was made.

Tang Yufeng waited outside for a while, but fortunately it wasn't long before the two elderly people slowly left.

Father remained the same, his face serious, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

Tang Yufeng was still somewhat afraid of his father, but thinking of Yun Qingjin's request, he mustered up his courage.

"May my father be well. May I ask who those two old men were?"

"Feng'er is back, please sit down." Prince Jin had been thinking about something and did not directly answer his son's question.

"Yes, Father. I don't think I've ever seen those two old women before. Do you know them?"

The Prince of Jin picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, put the teacup down, and then answered his son's question.

"Oh, they are some poor people that Father met outside before. We had some dealings with them, so they are old acquaintances."

Tang Yufeng keenly sensed that what his father said was probably not the truth, but as his son, he couldn't raise any questions.

After all, what I'm curious about now is how to bring it up.

The father and son sat in silence for a while until the Princess Consort of Jin broke their reverie.

"Why did Feng'er come back so early today?" Princess Jin had never seen her son with such a worried look on his face, and she asked directly.

Tang Yufeng paused, then spoke directly, "A friend of mine has recently encountered some trouble and wants to return early. I would like to ask Father's opinion."

The Prince of Jin and his wife were quite curious, never expecting their son to behave in this way.

"Oh, tell me."

Seeing her son's hesitant manner, Princess Jin roughly guessed what he was thinking and sat down to listen to his story.

Seeing that his parents did not object, Tang Yufeng decided to tell them about Yun Qingjin's recent experiences.

"...In short, that's roughly it. This Boss Xiaoyun is my friend. I also find a few things she mentioned very strange: the unmarked flying car, the strange behavior of the Prefect of the Capital. They are really quite strange. Feng'er is puzzled, so I wanted to ask Father."

The Prince of Jin and his wife exchanged a glance, surprised that their son was so perceptive and had already thought of so many things.

"Feng'er, you've grown up. You two can chat for a while, I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare some food and drinks."

Princess Jin got up, patted her son on the shoulder, and went out.

"Father, Mother, what's going on..." Tang Yufeng was truly puzzled.

"Feng'er, come here and sit here." Prince Jin patted the seat next to him, gesturing for his son to sit closer to him.

Tang Yufeng stepped forward and saw that her father was not surprised by what she had said, and was also somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that news of Boss Xiaoyun's mother's affair has reached his father?

“Father, I don’t quite understand. I hope you can enlighten me.”

The King of Jin nodded. "Master Fan is a genius. The flying chariot is truly his greatest invention in recent years."

"Indeed, the fact that our dynasty has now unified the world is largely thanks to the great contributions of Grand Preceptor Fan."

"So, Feng'er, where do you think Grand Preceptor Fan's limits lie?"

"limit?"

"What other creative things do you think Master Fan can come up with?"

Tang Yufeng had never thought of such a thing before. Upon hearing this, she exclaimed, "Feng'er really hadn't thought of this, but if Grand Preceptor Fan could make an even greater invention... wouldn't that benefit the country and its people?"

"That's right, it really benefits the country and its people."

The Prince of Jin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, looking at his son. "Then what do you think... if one day the Grand Preceptor Fan were to use his invention against me, your mother, your brother and sister-in-law, or even yourself..."

Tang Yufeng had met this National Preceptor Fan once many years ago. National Preceptor Fan had an ordinary appearance and nothing special about him.

But if this person raises a knife...

No, someone who can invent flying cars wouldn't be wielding an ordinary knife, so it's impossible that they didn't see what the other person was holding...

Tang Yufeng swallowed hard. "That really is... a bit scary..."

Prince Jin nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, Feng'er, you have indeed grown up and are no longer the little child you used to be."

Although his father didn't say anything, Tang Yufeng seemed to have suddenly thought of something after hearing what his father said:

"An unmarked flying car...and strange wounds...a car sent by Grand Preceptor Fan, the strange wounds are..."

"This must be his hidden new weapon."