noffsinger Chapter 2259 You want it? Then I'll give it to you.
Chapter 2259 You want it? Then I'll give it to you.
The atmosphere inside the room became tense, as if the air itself had frozen.
After a moment, the maid suddenly withdrew her dagger, took two steps back, and the mockery on her face faded, replaced by a serious expression: "Actually, I can help you."
The assassin was taken aback, his face showing obvious confusion and his eyes filled with wariness: "Help me? How?"
The maid chuckled, walked to the table, sat down, and poured herself a cup of cold tea: "I can help you cover up the fact that you were searched by the yamen runners, since there's no evidence to prove it was you anyway."
As for the mask, I can handle that with the girl. And as for finding another Zhou Zhenghang, I can help you find a way.
The assassin was filled with doubt. He simply couldn't understand why she was doing this.
The maid smiled faintly: "I help you because I hope that one day you can help me too."
The assassin was slightly taken aback.
I never thought it would be for this reason.
The maid sighed softly, rose, and approached him: "You know, we're all in the same boat. If we do a good job, that's expected; but if there's even the slightest mistake..."
The assassin remained silent, but he deeply agreed with the assessment.
Otherwise, how could today's events have occurred, and how could he have been hunted down?
“Okay,” he said.
The maid was satisfied and took two steps forward to get closer to him.
"It's a word."
……
Yan Ruyu put down her pen: "Miaoqin needs the 'Zhou Zhenghang' front to keep Baixing Teahouse running."
"If the fake one is killed, a new one must be made; the mask is the key."
She tapped the table lightly with her fingertips: "We originally let the assassin in, firstly to scare the real Zhou Zhenghang in prison and force him to tell the truth;
Secondly, it puts Miaoqin at ease, as her biggest worry has been eliminated.
When the governor's office discovered that the prisoner's face was no longer disguised, they could only wonder who wanted to impersonate Zhou Zhenghang.
Their newly introduced 'Zhou Zhenghang' only needs to pretend to cry out a few words of injustice, or say that he was kidnapped by a fake and just escaped from a predicament. Who would have thought that there is still a fake face under the mask?
After all, their disguise skills are indeed quite sophisticated.
A hint of a smile flashed in Huo Changhe's eyes: "Since they want it so much, why not go with the flow and give them a big gift?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Yan Ruyu smiled and looked up to instruct Linlang outside the door, "Go and relay my order: take that corpse out of the prison, load it onto a carriage, take it out the back door, and throw it into a mass grave outside the city and bury it anywhere."
"Yes."
Before long, two constables wrapped the corpse in a straw mat and quietly carried it out of the side courtyard, placing it on a carriage waiting at the back gate.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a soft rumbling sound, and soon disappeared into the quiet alley.
All of this was observed by the employees of Miaoyinfang, who were lurking near the Prince's mansion.
He huddled in the shadows of the corner, and only after the carriage had gone far away did he turn around quickly and run wildly along the alley towards Miaoyinfang.
The maid was waiting for news under the eaves in the backyard. When she saw the shop assistant running over breathlessly, she knew that things had taken a turn for the better.
She dismissed everyone around her, listened to the waiter finish reporting the news, and instructed him not to tell anyone else.
The waiter acknowledged the order, bowed, and withdrew.
The maid turned and walked towards the assassin's side room. When she opened the door, the assassin was pacing anxiously in the room, his face full of unease.
"We have news," the maid said calmly. "The body has been carried out and is heading towards the outskirts of the city. Judging from the route, it should be buried in a mass grave."
The assassin abruptly stopped, his eyes lighting up instantly. The anxiety on his face vanished, replaced by undisguised elation: "Really?"
"My men saw it with their own eyes, how could it be false?" the maid said calmly. "The carriage was escorted by the guards of the Prince's mansion, there shouldn't be any trickery involved."
The assassin rubbed his hands together excitedly and quickly bowed to the maid, saying, "Thank you for informing me in time. I will remember this favor!"
After saying that, he didn't bother with any more pleasantries, grabbed his coat from the table, and strode out.
"I'll head out of the city now; if I'm too late, things might change."
The assassin ran wildly out of Miaoyinfang, without even riding a horse, relying on his superb lightness skill to speed towards the outskirts of the city.
The carriage ahead wasn't moving fast, and he hadn't been chasing it out of the city for long when he finally spotted it in the distance.
He slowed down and followed at a distance.
The night was deep and quiet outside the city. The assassin had carried out countless missions in the darkness, but this was the first time he had been followed all the way to a mass grave.
The carriage bumped along the way and finally came to a stop at a mass grave in the western suburbs.
The place was overgrown with weeds, a chilling wind blew, and many white bones were scattered about, giving off a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
Song Ping and an attendant jumped off the carriage, lifted the corpse wrapped in a straw mat, and after checking that no one was around, dug a shallow pit not far away, threw the corpse in, buried it hastily, and then he and his attendant climbed back onto the carriage and drove away quickly.
The assassin hid behind a distant earthen mound for a moment, making sure the carriage had completely disappeared from sight before quickly walking over.
He walked to the edge of the grave, bent down, and used the short knife he carried to dig away the soil, soon revealing a corner of the straw mat.
He held his breath and carefully lifted the straw mat, revealing the corpse's face.
The face was pale and stiff; it was Zhou Zhenghang, whom he had previously "killed."
The assassin was overjoyed and reached out to gently remove the disguise mask.
The mask was thin and adhered to the skin, and still had a faint smell of blood on it.
Holding the mask, he finally felt completely relieved.
As for the face beneath the mask, he had no interest in looking at it, and even if he did, he wouldn't recognize it.
Mr. Mo chose mostly ordinary people, the kind who would be completely inconspicuous if thrown into a crowd.
With this mask, he could report back to Miaoqin and temporarily evade investigation.
As for who will impersonate Zhou Zhenghang, Miaoqin will handle that; he only needs to bring the mask back.
The assassin wiped his mask dry, carefully tucked it into his pocket, mounted his horse, and galloped towards the city.
Inside the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, Song Ping had returned and was reporting the situation to Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, as you instructed, we have buried the body in the mass grave in the western suburbs. The assassin did indeed follow us there and watched us bury the body before digging it up and taking the mask. He should be returning to the city now."
Yan Ruyu held her teacup, took a small sip, and smiled faintly: "Very good. Since he's going to such lengths to get this mask, then let's just wait and see what happens."
Huo Changhe, who was sitting to the side, laughed when he heard this: "Miaoqin thought that she could control the situation once she got the mask, but little did she know that this mask was already bait that we had handed out."
Now, let's see how she introduces the new 'Zhou Zhenghang'.
Yan Ruyu put down her teacup and gazed intently at the night outside the window: "The real show is just beginning."