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

Lin Miaoyin's eyes, as sharp as cold stars, fell directly on Zhu Gang.

It seemed as if she possessed some kind of magical power that could penetrate his seemingly calm appearance and reach deep into his heart.

Under this gaze, Zhu Gang felt a chill rising quietly from the soles of his feet.

It quickly spread along his spine to his entire body, causing a chill to surge in his heart.

The chill was like the frost in December, eroding his will bit by bit.

This caused ripples in Zhu Gang's originally calm state of mind.

Then the corners of Lin Miaoyin's mouth rose slightly. Although the amplitude was very small, it just revealed a hint of a subtle sneer.

This sneer was like a gust of cold wind in winter, carrying with it biting coldness and disdain, as if ruthlessly declaring to Zhu Gang his control over the current situation.

The upturned corners of her mouth seemed to be silently mocking Zhu Gang, implying that his current situation was already in her control.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the carriage seemed to be frozen by an invisible force.

The carriage, which was not spacious to begin with, now seemed to have turned into a depressing cage, making it hard to breathe.

The air was filled with a suffocating tension, every breath of air seemed to be frozen, and every tiny sound was infinitely amplified.

This tense atmosphere is like a string that has been stretched to the extreme, so fragile that it can withstand any blow.

It seems that if there is even a slightest external force, it may break at any time, thus triggering an unpredictable storm.

Zhu Gang and Lin Miaoyin are like the two opponents on the opposite ends of this string, each waiting for the other's next move.

"Third Prince, you must tell this lady the truth!

What is your intention in going to such great lengths to get my wife into your carriage? "

Facing the aggressive Lin Miaoyin, Zhu Gang smiled and explained, "Madam Mao, there is someone else who is plotting against you, and this account cannot be put on my head.

Besides, if I hadn't sent someone to rescue you, you would probably still be under house arrest now!"

Lin Miaoyin said with a puzzled look on her face: "When was this lady placed under house arrest?

Your Highness, where did you get the news?"

When Zhu Gang heard Lin Miaoyin's words, his originally calm expression changed slightly.

His heart couldn't help but skip a beat, as if a heavy stone had suddenly fallen into his heart.

At that moment, Zhu Gang's mind seemed to be struck by a bolt of thunder and instantly became clear.

Recalling the gray pigeon with broken wings that had suddenly appeared, he had fully believed that it was a messenger delivering important information.

The so-called "secret message wrapped in feathers" carried by the carrier pigeon was also regarded by Zhu Gang as a key clue.

But at this moment, under the mocking and complacent gaze of "Lin Miaoyin", Zhu Gang finally woke up from his dream.

Only then did he clearly realize that the gray pigeon with a broken wing was an elaborate trap from the very beginning.

The other party cleverly took advantage of Zhu Gang's emphasis on and eagerness for intelligence, and deliberately let this seemingly pitiful carrier pigeon carrying an "important letter" appear in his sight.

The so-called "secret letter wrapped in feather silk" was nothing more than bait to lure Zhu Gang into the trap step by step.

Every word and every symbol is a lie carefully fabricated by the enemy.

The purpose is to lead Zhu Gang into this dangerous situation and put him in the passive situation he is in now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gang couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He felt both regret for his own carelessness and deep hatred for the mastermind behind the scenes.

“I have heard that when a disguise expert reaches a certain level, he can imitate someone else’s appearance, demeanor, body shape and face shape, almost to the point of being indistinguishable from the real person.

It's a pity that compared with Mrs. Mao, you lack the calm side of your character and don't look like a married woman at all. The most important thing is that your feet are much smaller than Mrs. Mao's.

Even wearing embroidered shoes of the same size cannot make up for this defect.

In addition, Mrs. Mao has a relatively large frame, which is something you cannot change.

Wanyao, do you need me to explain it in more detail? "

When Zhu Gang revealed her identity, Wan Yao was slightly startled.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

At this point, Wan Yao knew that it was useless to hide the matter any further.

She raised her hand slightly, and her white and slender fingers were like tender bamboo shoots breaking through the soil in spring.

Wan Yao put down the dagger, moved gracefully but with some determination, and slowly reached towards her cheek.

She gently pinched the edge of the human skin mask with her fingers, applied a little force, and slowly pulled the mask off.

As the mask was peeled off bit by bit, the face as pretty as a small white flower gradually appeared before Zhu Gang's eyes.

Wanyao's skin was as white as snow, with a soft luster, and seemed so delicate that it could transmit light.

Her curved eyebrows are like new willows in spring, gently frowned, with a bit of pitiful charm.

Her eyes are clear and bright, like a mountain spring.

At this moment, there was a hint of complex emotions, as if he was unwilling and determined.

The nose is straight, small and delicate, which embellishes this face just right.

Her cherry-like lips were rosy without any makeup and were slightly pursed, as if hiding endless thoughts.

This face is pretty yet somewhat fragile, just like a small white flower swaying gently in the breeze, which makes people feel pity.

However, Zhu Gang knew very well what kind of deep schemes and plans were hidden under this seemingly weak appearance.

"It seems that what my young lady said is indeed correct. You and I are indeed not on the same level.

But the Jiangnan Lin family is not so easy to deal with, Hai hopes that the Third Prince can be mentally prepared. "

Looking at Wanyao, whose eyes revealed sincerity, Zhu Gang said confidently: "I believe you should have heard of the former alliance of the Jiangnan noble families.

They were so arrogant that they dared to organize a group of assassins to break into Yingtian Prefecture and assassinate me on the day of my wedding with Xu Miaoyun, the eldest daughter of Duke Wei.

Such an arrogant rebel force has now disappeared.

As for the Jiangnan Lu family who intended to murder the Crown Princess, I believe all nine clans are still suffering in the eighteen levels of hell!

Compared with these previous examples, does the Jiangnan Lin family have the ability to compete with them?

Even if the Lin family really hides a mysterious power, how can they escape unscathed after killing the Ming vassal king? "

Seeing this, Wan Yao quickly explained, "In fact, the Jiangnan Lin family is now leaderless. My young lady wanted to persuade them, but unfortunately it had little effect.

That’s why I sent this servant to help you. I hope Your Highness the Third Prince will not misunderstand me.”

Zhu Gang looked at Wan Yao meaningfully, "Since you were asked to come here to help, why did you choose to disguise yourself?

And how do you explain the fact that you were holding a sharp weapon just now, and the dagger was only inches away from the king's neck?

If it weren't for the efficient work of my subordinates, they would have replaced the sharpened dagger in advance.

The Jiangnan Lin family, the Yingtianfu Mao family, and you, a fool who doesn't know how to live or die, will all be dead in no time!" (End of this chapter)