On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2290 Burying the Coffin at Midnight

The courier trembled when he heard the silver ingot shout.

He hurriedly replied, "The three of them stayed, then left!"

They hadn't planned to stay there and said they wanted to go to Youcheng overnight. I told them that the city gates of Youcheng close as soon as it gets dark, and even if they rushed there, they wouldn't be able to get in, making it a wasted trip.

They stood at the door and discussed for a while before deciding to stay. I even booked them a superior room.

"But who knew that they had only rested for a short while when someone came to the post station looking for them. They quickly packed their things and came out. I was wondering why they were leaving so soon. They said they had a way to open the gates of Youcheng."

The courier added, "He left in a hurry and didn't even ask for change."

Yin Ding's mind suddenly raced, and he pressed on, "Who came looking for them? Men or women? How old? What do they look like?"

The courier shook his head repeatedly, a blank look on his face: "I don't know, I really didn't see it clearly."

When the man arrived, he was wrapped in a black cloak, his hood pulled low, completely obscuring his face and figure; nothing could be seen.

Yin Ding's eyes widened, and his tone became even more stern: "You really didn't see anything? Think about it again!"

The courier shrank back in fright and said with a bitter face, "Sir, I really didn't lie to you. That person was wrapped up too tightly. I only took a look from afar and couldn't see anything at all."

However…” He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and gestured with his hand, “That person looked quite tall, not fat, and very upright.”

Also, he had a sword hanging at his waist, and that sword looked very strange.

Huo Changhe's gaze suddenly froze, and he pressed the courier for details: "What's so strange about it? Tell me in detail."

The courier was somewhat intimidated by his gaze. He raised his hand and gestured in front of him, his fingertips curving into an arc: "Aren't all the swords we see every day, whether they're carried by officials or by江湖人 (jianghu people), straight and upright?"

Even the swords of those foreign tribes beyond the Great Wall, at most with slightly upturned tips, are nothing like this.

The exposed section of this man's sword was curved, with a rather pronounced arc, resembling a snake—very strange, and I remembered it instantly.

Yan Ruyu handed the paper and pen in her hand to the courier: "Draw the shape of that sword. It doesn't need to be detailed, just outline it."

The courier took the pen, his fingers gripping the handle somewhat clumsily. He drew a few strokes on the paper, creating a crooked arc that, though hastily done, still captured the shape of a curved sword.

Huo Changhe lowered his eyes to look at the arc, his brow twitched violently, and he waved his hand, signaling Yin Ding to take the person away first.

The silver ingot pulled the courier away.

Looking at Huo Changhe, Yan Ruyu asked softly, "Your Highness, do you recognize this sword?"

Huo Changhe slowly raised his eyes, his voice low: "Do you still remember Jiang Xianyu, whom we investigated before, and that mysterious manor?"

The manor used women to manipulate officials in the imperial court for their own profit. We discovered they had a major client who wore a curved sword called the "Dragon-Breaking Sword" at his waist.

Yan Ruyu was startled. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that there was indeed such a thing.

When the investigation finally reached its conclusion, the mysterious manor was raided and Jiang Xianyu was brought to justice, but the big boss behind it all seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

No one mentioned it again, and she gradually forgot about it.

Only after Huo Changhe mentioned it did he suddenly remember the curved sword.

She pondered, "It seems that those people have never stopped. The manor has collapsed, but the power behind it is still there. They have even extended their reach into the territories of Shencheng and Youcheng."

"It's more than just not quiet." Huo Changhe's tone was somewhat cold. "Chen San and his group are from Shencheng. They were on their way to Youcheng when they were killed halfway. This matter involves Mr. Mo and is also related to the Zhelong Sword. It's probably more complicated than we thought."

He recalled Mr. Mo's previous schemes and, thinking of the mysterious force behind the Dragon-Breaking Sword, felt as if a vast net was quietly being spread around him.

They are probably right at the heart of this network right now.

Yan Ruyu stepped forward, gently took his hand, and comforted him, "No matter who is involved or how powerful they are, the truth will come out sooner or later."

We'll investigate step by step, and we'll eventually find the person behind this, avenge Chen San and his two companions, and ensure their schemes don't succeed.

Huo Changhe grasped her hand in return and nodded heavily.

The two did not linger any longer. After meeting up with Yin Ding, they left the post station and returned to the Prince's Palace that very night.

The body had been properly disposed of. Huo Changhe wrote a letter to Xiao Chiye and stood by the window for a long time before returning to the courtyard just before dawn. He did not sleep all night.

At this time, Chongzhou was a thousand miles away from Youcheng, and the night also enveloped this land.

In a dense forest, there were no lights, only the faint moonlight filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

Princess Mingzhao hid behind a thick tree, her body pressed against the trunk, her breath low, and she was intently watching the path in the woods ahead.

On the path, a funeral procession was moving slowly forward.

The white banners fluttered gently in the night breeze. There were no drums or wailing, only the soft rustling of footsteps on the gravel path.

Several people carried a black lacquered coffin, walking very slowly. Everyone in the procession was dressed in white mourning clothes.

The princess's gaze was fixed on the coffin, her eyes filled with vigilance. She felt that there was something strange about this funeral procession. The fact that they were holding a funeral so late at night and didn't dare to make a sound must mean something was amiss.

She held her breath, intending to move closer to see the details on the coffin more clearly, when suddenly a hand gently patted her shoulder.

The princess was startled, her body stiffened instinctively, and she reached for the sword at her waist, but then she turned around abruptly.

Only when I could see the person behind me did my heart finally relax a little.

Mu Chen blended almost seamlessly into the night. He slightly raised his hand, gesturing for silence, and whispered, "Princess, be careful not to disturb them."

The princess nodded, and the two followed behind.

After about fifteen minutes, the procession stopped, and several people pulled out some shovels and other tools from under the coffin before putting it down and digging a pit.

One of them whispered, "Be quiet, keep your voice down."

"Second Master, what are you afraid of? Her death has nothing to do with us," someone replied.

"Alright, enough talk, let's get to work. This is never a good thing."

The others stopped talking and quickly started digging.

The princess heard these few words, and although they were only a few sentences, she had many doubts.

It wasn't a good death.

Could it be that he was murdered?

The princess frowned. During her recent travels, she had broadened her horizons considerably, seeing and hearing things she had never seen before.

What she was seeing now gave her a feeling that it was something extraordinary.