Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 779 - 784-785: Princess Yan Yang Is Dead

"Not proper, whether Miss Shuang’Er is telling the truth or not, this matter is too involved. If it goes wrong, even we might be implicated. And if it is indeed as Miss Shuang’Er said, those men in black were the Third Prince’s people, handing Miss Shuang’Er over to the Government Office would be like walking into a trap." Han Yang quickly said."Grandpa Han is right, let Miss Shuang’Er recover here first, and we’ll talk once things become clearer." Lin Xuelan’s face also looked bad. Although she was grieving the death of the Eldest Princess, with her death, there was no one to save her father.

"If only Young Master Mo was still here."

For some reason, Lin Xuelan at that moment, the first name that came to mind was "Ink Language". With him by her side, Lin Xuelan would feel much more at ease.

...

At the same time, in a private room on the second floor of a tavern in the Capital City.

The window facing the street had a small gap open; Chen Mo, Nalan Yiren, and Si Song were peeping through this gap, looking at the small pub on the opposite street.

The small pub’s business was quite good, with many people going in and out.

Soon, they saw Liang Mu come out of the small pub and in no time reach their private room.

"All marks are set, asking for the Immortal Powder. Only the High Priest or someone related can understand, but regardless, as long as there’s a response, we can follow the clue to find the High Priest."

After taking a sip of water, Liang Mu quickly recapped what he’d done.

Nalan Yiren and Si Song nodded.

After more than ten years, revenge was near at hand.

"However, we need to assign someone to keep an eye inside the small pub. If we only watch from here, we won’t see who leaves the mark." Liang Mu said.

Nalan Yiren understood Liang Mu’s point. With so many people going in and out of this small pub, not having someone watch, the responder could slip right under their noses.

"I’ll go keep an eye." Chen Mo said.

Nalan Yiren was slightly taken aback, as this task wasn’t supposed to involve Chen Mo according to their earlier agreement.

"It’s just a small task." Chen Mo smiled at Nalan Yiren when he noticed she was looking at him.

Nalan Yiren’s eyes flickered: "Thank you."

"But if it’s just you, watching for a day is manageable, but for longer, it might raise suspicions. It’s best to have several people who can take turns."

With that, Liang Mu said to Nalan Yiren and Si Song: "The two of you definitely won’t do. Miss Nalan’s voice is too distinctive, and you’re from Poison King Valley. If that High Priest is watching from the shadows, he would recognize you at once. We need strangers."

Nalan Yiren understood immediately and stood up: "I’ll go find someone."

"Not proper." Si Song spoke up: "We’re strangers here, finding reliable people is secondary. I’m afraid we’d end up with someone who won’t watch diligently or act well, making it easy to blow the cover. Better to have someone we know."

"But in Yelang, where do we have anyone familiar..." Nalan Yiren’s words trailed off as she considered: "Miss Lin and them."

To Chen Mo and the others, Miss Lin and her group were indeed a hassle; too much was happening, even Miss Lin knew the girl in the green dress from before.

If they kept staying with them, an unintended run-in with Tang Yichen could cause an accident.

Thus, upon entering the city, Chen Mo and his group had parted ways with Lin Xuelan and others.

"But where would we find them now?" Si Song asked.

"This..." Chen Mo rubbed his nose and said: "Before parting, Miss Lin told me where they would next stay."

Nalan Yiren: "..."

Si Song: "..."

Liang Mu gave a meaningful smile.

...

The Imperial Palace.

The Empress’s bedroom.

Since the Third Prince Xingyin entered the palace seeking an audience with the Empress, he had been staying in the Empress’s bedroom for over half an hour.

On the Phoenix Bed, the forty-something Queen Yelang, who was still charming due to good maintenance, was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, embracing her knees and quietly sobbing.

Beside the Phoenix Bed, Xingyin was putting on his robe, having been belittled at Princess Yanyang’s, he had already put it all aside.

After dressing, Xingyin turned to look at the Empress on the Phoenix Bed, sighed, and said: "Every time your son comes over, you have to cry. Haven’t you become accustomed to it by now?"

"Beast." Queen Yelang glared coldly at Xingyin.

"Things have already happened. If scolding relieves you, just go ahead. Besides, given father’s current state, it’ll only be me who cares for you in the future." Xingyin had grown accustomed to Queen Yelang’s scolding and wasn’t upset by it.

"Get out." Queen Yelang picked up a pillow and threw it fiercely at Xingyin.

"Then mother take a good rest. I shall leave first."

As Xingyin departed, the vast bedroom was filled only with unending sobs.

...

By the time Xingyin returned to his residence, night had fallen.

In the study, as Xingyin sat down, a middle-aged man dressed like a butler walked in, trembling slightly: "Your... Your Highness, something terrible has happened, the people sent out are all... all dead."

"What?" Xingyin shot up, his face darkening as he asked: "And Shuang’Er?"

The butler trembled slightly, bowing even lower as he responded: "She disappeared."

"Bang."

A writing brush stand hit the butler’s head hard, blood trickling from his forehead into his eyes.

The butler dared not wipe it or express pain, keeping his head down as he continued: "Judging by the traces at the scene, it seems Shuang’Er was rescued by someone."

"I need you to tell me that? Given her Realm, if not rescued, how could those sent out fail?" Saying this, Xingyin cursed uselessly in anger, then ordered: "Search the route carefully, check who entered or left the Capital, investigate thoroughly for me. Alive, bring her; dead, I want her body."

"...Yes."

After the butler’s soft reply, he quickly exited.

After the butler left, Xingyin angrily swept everything off his desk: "A bunch of useless things."

"What matter angers you so?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice spoke, followed by a shadow entering.

Seeing the robed figure enter, Xingyin, who was just pompous and furious, suddenly humbled himself, lowering his voice several notches: "Master, you’ve arrived."

Then, as if sensing something, Xingyin respectfully said: "Congratulations to Master on achieving Great Success in Divine Skill."

The robed figure laughed lightly, then tossed Xingyin a small porcelain bottle: "For you."

Xingyin accepted it, opened it, and swallowed it without hesitation.

He then quickly went to a copper mirror, lifted his clothes to see, and watched as the black spots on his chest faded with visible speed.

Relieved, Xingyin turned to the robed man: "Thank you, Master."

The robed man nodded, and without lingering, began to leave.

But Xingyin stopped him, saying: "Master, the last elixir you gave was lacking. Before I could accomplish my task, Yanyang awoke, nearly ruining everything."

The robed man’s steps paused, turning back to say: "That elixir was something I casually crafted years ago, with passing time, the potency fading is not surprising. Before coming, I heard she died, did you kill her?"

Xingyin did not deny: "Who told her to scream and shout, if it weren’t a last resort, I wouldn’t have done so."

The robed man said nothing, instead threw Xingyin another small porcelain bottle as compensation: "Grind it to a powder and ignite it, anyone who smells it, I guarantee won’t wake for half an hour, but it’s ineffective against Upper-Grade Martial Artists."

With that, the robed figure left.

...

On the other side, at Princess Yanyang’s Mansion.

A mourning hall had already been set up at the mansion.

After Princess Yanyang was "stabbed to death," Princess De Yi had not returned, and she was already entombed.

Regarding Princess Yanyang’s cause of death, although the Government Office had drawn a conclusion, the servants in the mansion were skeptical.

Shuang’Er, who had followed the Eldest Princess since she was ten, how could she have been a spy in Louwo?