Free Web NovelChapter 697: Chapter 697: Darling, You Must Stand Up for Me
If we can’t kill Wang Jin and he successfully reaches Danzhou, once he uncovers evidence of Prince Feng’s crimes,
it’ll confirm the Crown Prince’s complicity.
By then, even Lord State Preceptor, who advised the Crown Prince, will not escape unscathed!
If anything happens to Lord State Preceptor, no one in the entire National Master Mansion will get away unscathed; no wonder Sun Jiang is so anxious.
Sikong Jian’s expression instantly turned extremely ugly; this Wang Jin is indeed not simple.
"Where is Lv Liangren?" Sikong Jian asked.
Sun Jiang hurriedly responded, "Mr. Lv is handling the aftermath, to prevent the opponents from finding our trail."
Sikong Jian nodded; Lv Liang is Bai He’s trusted aide. Their Black Cavalry’s cleanup has always been thorough, so he’s not worried about his exposure.
It’s just that Wang Jin somehow found such a top expert. If they send someone again for assassination, it will probably be very difficult to succeed.
"Do you remember how Wang Jin safely returned with the evidence during Prince Qi’s rebellion case?" Sun Jiang reminded him.
Sikong Jian certainly knew; at that time, the Princess intervened, and the Guard escorted the evidence back to the Capital.
But then, Noble Consort and Prince Qi were unlucky. They were happy to see it happen, even helping a bit behind the scenes.
But now, the unlucky ones are about to be themselves, and the taste of it is entirely different.
But the Princess Guard is not the focus.
The key is that, at that time, in Zijing Mansion, Wang Jin found an expert who protected him until he safely transferred the evidence to the Princess’s people.
Prince Qi dispatched thirty Death Warriors, not only failing to harm Wang Jin but also having their heads chopped off.
Surely everyone who was watching Prince Qi back then knew about this, and Sikong Jian was one of them.
But previously, being unaffected, he simply marveled that such a small place like Zijing Mansion could have a hidden expert.
Now, with Sun Jiang’s reminder, Sikong Jian almost immediately connected today’s mysterious top expert with the hidden expert from Zijing Mansion.
Sikong Jian suddenly turned around.
His deep eyes locked onto Liu Ji, who was sneaking away behind him.
Liu Ji: "I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t see anything."
Sikong Jian curled his lips into a sinister smile, "Do you think I would believe that?"
Seeing his suspicious attitude, Liu Ji also felt displeased.
Who did he think he was suspecting?
That was his dear wife!
When he left home in the morning, his wife hadn’t even gotten up yet; how could she possibly be that mysterious top expert?
But... the incident happened at noon, and his wife seemed, perhaps, likely had the opportunity and time to leave the city.
Liu Ji shook his head vigorously; absolutely impossible!
Fearlessly glaring at Sikong Jian, blaming him for disturbing his mind, almost making him suspect his dear wife.
"Do you think my wife is someone so casual?" Liu Ji explained for his own wife, "With Wang Jin’s background, he absolutely can’t afford her a second time."
"Oh? A second time?" Sikong Jian’s eyes narrowed playfully.
This means admitting that the one who helped Wang Jin in Zijing Mansion last time was Qin Yao.
Liu Ji rolled his eyes at the sky, "Believe it or not, if you have the guts, go ask my wife yourself!"
Sun Jiang’s eyes lit up, thinking he could actually go.
At this point in time, if Qin Yao is not at home, who else could it be?
Sikong Jian saw Sun Jiang’s excitement and raised his hand to signal him to calm down.
"My Lord?"
Sun Jiang got anxious; if they delay any longer, she would be back.
Sikong Jian shook his head, "Go tell Bai He to notify Prince Feng; the person is on his territory, and he has to handle it himself."
They had already tried to stop it; even if unsuccessful, they still reported to Prince Feng.
At present, they couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone worry about him?!
As for whether the mysterious expert is Qin Yao, he has his own ways to probe.
"Yes." Sun Jiang nodded and withdrew.
Liu Ji huffed, "The State Preceptor is not so impressive after all."
Daring not to confront his wife face to face.
"Alas~" Liu Ji simply leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms and clicking his tongue, "Some people aren’t so remarkable after all."
Sikong Jian was not annoyed, picking up his illustrated book of flowers and birds, randomly opening to a page depicting a mountain sparrow in a cage.
Sikong Jian tapped the sparrow with his slender fingers, a smile playing on his lips,
"Liu Ji, if I were to keep you here overnight, would your wife be worried sick, disregarding the curfew, and take the risk to come find you?"
Saying this, he turned to glance at Liu Ji, seemingly wanting to see panic, fear, or anxiety on his face.
Unexpectedly, Liu Ji glared fiercely at him.
Sikong, you’re killing me inwardly!
My wife would only come to collect my corpse after I’m stone cold.
But!
If Sikong Jian were to know he wasn’t that important to Qin Yao, that would be truly over.
So he feigned confidence, "As long as I’m alive and well, she would never act impulsively, but if something goes wrong with me... regardless of curfew, someone will be in deep trouble."
Sikong Jian remained silent.
Just staring at him, as if discovering something intriguing.
He stayed for a while longer until his subordinates called him away.
Liu Ji exhaled a half breath.
The remaining half still hung due to the intense killing intent from Sikong Jian.
In the evening.
After preparing dinner for Gongliang Liao,
Liu Ji took off his apron and dashed out of the National Master Mansion.
Hey?
He actually managed to run out?
Realizing Sikong Jian was just trying to scare him, Liu Ji angrily waved two fists in the direction of the National Master Mansion.
Wait!
He forgot to take the carriage for a grand return home.
If he went back now, wouldn’t that be losing face?
Forget it, walk back.
The journey from National Master Mansion to Kuanzheng Square is a long way.
After rain, the weather is muggy and hot. Liu Ji arrived home soaked in sweat, unlike the elegance from a few days ago.
Sanlang shouted with surprise, "Dad’s back!"
And curiously, "Dad, where’s your colorful glazed luxurious carriage?"
Liu Ji glared at the chubby boy; he didn’t know better than to bring that up.
He asked irritably, "Where’s your mother?"
Sanlang pointed to the backyard, "Mom’s planting vegetables."
"Dad, did you bring back anything delicious today?" Sanlang asked expectantly.
For the past couple of days, every time Dad returned, he brought back pastries from the National Master Mansion.
The pastries were so exquisite and sweet, he kept dreaming about them.
In the morning, he found a large wet patch on his pillow, and Senior Sister Le gave him a good scolding.
Liu Ji, despite being angry, indeed took out a small paper bag from his pocket and handed it to Sanlang, "Take it, take it."
"Don’t eat it all alone!"
Liu Ji hurried towards the backyard, still remembering to warn Sanlang, "After eating, remember to do your homework; stop wandering aimlessly."
Sanlang, somewhat guilty, held the paper bag and chuckled sheepishly, turning his big eyes while curiously following his dad to the backyard.
The little one hid beside the Moon Gate, curiously peering in.
He saw his dad finding his mom, then hugging her arm and resting his head on her shoulder, crying out:
"Wifey, you must stand up for me!"
