Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Qiaoyu was startled, as if a huge rock hit the calm lake, causing ripples.

But she still pretended to be calm, and her white fingers slightly clenched the corner of her clothes.

Qiaoyu tried hard to keep her trembling voice steady, and there was a barely perceptible eagerness in her eyes as she tried to extract some useful words from the boy.

"Don't scare me, I just want to clarify something.

As long as you tell me the truth, I promise I won’t make things difficult for you.”

Qiaoyu tried her best to make her tone sound gentle and sincere, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a seemingly harmless smile.

There was an unquestionable firmness in her eyes, as if she could see through the servant's inner fear and hesitation.

However, the servant did not give Qiaoyu any chance at all. His eyes flickered and he did not dare to look at Qiaoyu, and his hands were unconsciously clenched in his sleeves.

The servant knew clearly that if his actions were exposed, he would face severe punishment.

Besides, the ruthless master behind him will never let him go.

The servant caught a glimpse of no one behind Qiaoyu and secretly thought of a way to escape.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sparkling in the dim light.

"I...I really don't know what you are talking about. Madam, please don't wrongly accuse me."

The servant's voice was trembling and there was a hint of crying in it as he tried to act innocent.

Qiaoyu shook her head slightly, took a step forward and said, "You and I both know that some things cannot be hidden.

If you tell the truth, I will keep you safe."

The servant gritted his teeth, his heart filled with fear and regret.

He was a timid and greedy man, and he got involved in this matter because of the favors he received from his master.

Now that things have come to this, the servant is filled with despair.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

The servant pretended to speak, but his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was getting closer to Qiaoyu.

Just when Qiaoyu thought he was about to give in, the servant suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger from his bosom and said viciously, "Don't blame me for being rude!"

Qiaoyu screamed and dodged quickly to the side, but fell to the ground in panic because of the stones under her feet.

The rough ground scratched her palms, and a piercing pain came over her instantly, as if countless needles were piercing her.

Qiaoyu held back her tears and secretly cursed the servant for his cruelty.

At this critical moment, Li Meng, the elite member of the Hidden Dragon Guard who had been secretly protecting Qiao Yu, arrived in time.

Li Meng was like a flash of black lightning, instantly standing in front of Qiaoyu.

In the narrow alley, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if the air was about to freeze.

"Don't be so presumptuous, you idiot!"

Li Meng shouted angrily, his voice resounding through the alley like a huge bell.

The servant waved the dagger, making a whistling sound.

He kept shouting threatening words like a mad beast.

"Don't come over here, or I'll fight you!"

Li Meng responded calmly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He stared closely at the servant's every move, leaning forward slightly, ready to respond to the servant's attack at any time.

As an elite member of the Hidden Dragon Guard, Li Meng is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also meticulous and dedicated in protecting Qiao Yu.

Their figures intertwined in the dim light, and the flashing of swords and sabers were like fleeting meteors in the night sky.

After a fierce fight, although Li Meng finally subdued the servant with his superb martial arts, he also suffered minor injuries.

"Humph, you still want to hurt the lady?"

Li Meng covered his injured arm and frowned slightly.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he endured the pain.

The boy collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, like a defeated dog that had lost its home. Qiao Yu, still in shock, looked at everything in front of her.

She knew in her heart that the mastermind behind this had resorted to all means to cover up the truth and would do anything.

Qiaoyu is a smart and tenacious woman. She grew up in the Duke of Wei's mansion and is accustomed to all kinds of conspiracies.

Although she was afraid at this moment, she was more obsessed with the pursuit of the truth.

Qiaoyu stood up, dusted herself off, and said with a determined look, "Li Meng, this boy must know a lot. We must get some clues out of him."

Li Meng nodded, "Madam, rest assured, I will not let him escape easily."

However, just when Qiaoyu thought she could get something out of the servant, the servant suddenly died on the way being escorted back to the mansion.

It turned out that when the servant was bribed by his master, he was forced to take a chronic poison.

This poison will not normally take effect, but as long as the master sends a specific signal, the poison in the servant's body will quickly take effect.

Before being escorted, the mastermind bribed a seemingly ordinary passerby.

The passerby pretended to be in a hurry and deliberately bumped into the servant when the escort team passed by, while quietly sending out the signal to trigger the poison.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The passerby muttered something, but his eyes stayed on the servant for a moment, and then he left in a hurry.

When the servant noticed this signal, he knew he could not escape the fate of death.

In desperation, the poison quickly took effect in his body.

I saw black blood flowing from the corners of the boy's mouth, his face was ferocious, his hands were tightly grasping his throat, and he was groaning in pain.

"What...what's going on?"

Qiaoyu was horrified. Looking at the servant's painful appearance, her heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

This unexpected turn of events brought Qiaoyu's investigation to a standstill, and she couldn't help feeling frustrated.

She felt as if she was groping in the dark, but could not find a way out.

At the same time, Zhu Gang received an anonymous letter.

This letter was found by a servant in the palace in the corner of the door.

There was no writing on the envelope, which seemed very mysterious.

"Your Highness, I don't know who left this letter at the door. There is nothing written on it."

The servant handed the letter to Zhu Gang tremblingly. Zhu Gang took the letter and frowned slightly.

He opened the envelope, and on it was written in crooked handwriting: "If you want to know the truth about the rumor, go to the ruined temple in the west of the city."

Although the handwriting was deliberately disguised as a child's graffiti, Zhu Gang thought about it for a moment, and thinking of all the strange things that had happened in the palace recently, he felt that there might be something fishy about this matter.

"This letter comes in a strange way, but it may be a clue."

Zhu Gang muttered to himself, and then he decided to send Wang Chengyi to find out what was going on first.

"Cheng Yi, go to the dilapidated temple in the west of the city.

See what's going on and be careful."

Zhu Gang said to Wang Chengyi, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Wang Chengyi was a loyal and brave attendant, and was devoted to Zhu Gang.

Normally acting decisively, he took the order without hesitation.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

As time went by, Wang Chengyi, who had received the order, arrived at a dilapidated temple in the west of the city.

There is a strange atmosphere in this dilapidated temple.

The murals on the walls had long since peeled off, revealing the bricks and stones inside, as if it were a cursed castle.

The dilapidated temple was filled with cobwebs and the dust made people cough. Every grain of dust seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time.

"Why is this dilapidated temple so gloomy? It seems there must be something strange going on."

Wang Chengyi was secretly alert, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on the sword at his waist. (End of this chapter)