The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

"Now that you recognize me, why don't you make your move quickly?"

Gu Qingqing remained remarkably calm in the face of death, saying indifferently, "The Chu family is rotten to the core from top to bottom. The late emperor was like that, and this dog emperor is the same now. Your final fate will be the same as our Gu family's—to be wiped out."

Shen Mo fell silent.

After a long pause, he spoke, "Do you have any evidence to prove that the late emperor was killed because his achievements overshadowed the emperor's?"

The Eastern Depot and the Divine Arrest Bureau were both departments loyal to the emperor, so there would naturally be no records of this in their archives. Instead, they contained detailed oral accounts of the core members of the Gu family treasonously colluding with the enemy.

He was skeptical about this.

"Evidence? What evidence do you need to frame someone?" Gu Qingqing said disdainfully, "Do you know why I was the only one who escaped this bloodshed? It's because my father had already realized that the dog emperor was going to clear the way for his son's ascension to the throne, and sent someone to secretly send me out of Qian Kingdom in advance."

Shen Mo took a deep breath and sighed softly, "Since you left, why did you come back?"

"I don't want the Prince's Mansion to be taken over by others. That's my father, the only trace left by our Gu family. So I hide nearby and go to worship him on the first and fifteenth of each month. If someone buys it, I will do everything I can to drive him away."

At this point, Gu Qingqing lowered her head sadly.

Shen Mo asked one last question: "Why didn't you just kill him directly? Why did you go to such lengths to drug him and hide him in the well?"

"What I want is not to kill everyone, but to spread the rumors that the Prince's mansion is haunted. To drug them is to give them a glimmer of hope. But no one has survived all these years, and no one has guessed that those who went missing died in the well, except for you."

It turned out to be the case.

This glimmer of hope was indeed quite faint. The mist that could even confuse those at the Blood Core Realm was too powerful. Those who were bewitched could not wake up until they died, unless someone could discover them in time.

Shen Mo couldn't help but admire her inwardly; as an adopted daughter, she had gone to such lengths for the Gu family.

Not only are they loyal and righteous, but they are also courageous and resourceful.

Gu Qingqing let out a long sigh, closed her eyes, and said calmly, "I've said everything I needed to say. Now, take my corpse to the current dog emperor to claim your reward."

A moment later, she didn't feel the pain of the blade piercing her heart. Instead, she felt a lightness in her chest as the sword tip moved away.

"Um?"

Gu Qingqing opened her eyes and looked at Shen Mo with a puzzled expression.

Shen Mo calmly said, "I have no intention of getting involved in the feud between the late Emperor and your Gu family. I just hope you will stop causing trouble at the Prince's Mansion in the future. The old Prince's Mansion is now the new Western Depot!"

Why don't you kill me?

Gu Qingqing's eyes were full of doubt. As the supervisor of the Western Depot, it was perfectly reasonable for him to kill her, a remnant of the "rebels".

At the same time, it can also avenge the previous assassination attempt.

Shen Mo frowned and said unhappily, "Why should I explain my actions to you? Hurry up and leave, or I'll regret it."

"Okay! I, Gu Qingqing, will remember this favor."

Gu Qingqing clasped her hands in a fist salute and gave Shen Mo a deep look before parting.

As soon as I turned around, I heard the sound again.

"Wait!"

Gu Qingqing turned back and said with a light smile, "What, are you changing your mind already?"

"How am I supposed to account for all the manpower, financial resources, and materials I wasted? Leave your Night Concealment Technique and the Mist Recipe behind." Shen Mo replied irritably. He wasn't the kind of person to go back on his word; once he made a decision, he wouldn't turn back.

Even so, he didn't want to leave empty-handed; the Night Concealment Technique and the Mist Recipe were quite good.

Gu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then took out two booklets: "I can give you the Mist Recipe, but if you want the Night Concealment Technique, you have to promise me that I won't pass it on to a second person. I don't want that dog emperor to get it."

With this martial art, she could replicate the Night Shadow Camp from back then, and how could she tolerate her enemy possessing such power?

"Okay, I promise."

Shen Mo readily agreed. Only a fool would hand over this martial art to the state; of course, the fewer people who know about this assassination technique, the better.

Gu Qingqing no longer hesitated, presenting the two booklets with both hands, and then clasped her hands in a fist salute again:

Farewell! May we meet again someday.

Goodbye.

Shen Mo clasped his hands in return, watching the other person disappear into the night.

It's hard to imagine that the two who were fighting to the death just moments ago are now acting like... friends?

Shen Mo doesn't consider himself a good person.

However, after learning what had happened to the Gu family and Gu Qingqing, he still couldn't bring himself to kill the last remaining member of the Gu family, even though Gu Qingqing's body was indeed quite valuable.

Prince Gu's Mansion.

Shen Mo returned wounded, with multiple non-fatal sword wounds on his body, looking quite pitiful.

"Chief Supervisor Shen!"

Everyone gathered around.

Shen Mo looked ashamed and said, "I was careless! That female ghost really did have accomplices. They attacked me while I was fighting her. I fought with all my might to escape, but those two were more seriously injured than me. They shouldn't be coming back anytime soon."

A hint of regret flashed in Chu Juji's eyes. Despite all his scheming, the other party still managed to escape.

Zhou Kui, however, disagreed, praising, "Chief Supervisor Shen held his own against two opponents; he's truly a model for our Western Depot! Don't you agree, brothers?"

"yes!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

Shen Mo's actions of taking the lead have truly earned the respect of these men.

Shen Mo chuckled and scolded, "Old Zhou, when did you learn to flatter?"

"I've never been one to flatter; I just tell the truth."

Zhou Kui shook his head, looking completely honest.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Juji suggested, "Chief Supervisor, now that the problem of the female ghost has been temporarily resolved and the Prince's Mansion has been almost completely repaired, shouldn't we find a time to officially open our Western Depot?"

Shen Mo agreed, "That's right. Find someone to pick an auspicious day, and our West Depot should be officially established!"

The emperor approved the establishment of the Western Depot, but did not specify a timeframe; the specific details were left entirely to him to decide.

Given the dilapidated state of the palace and the persistent problem of the female ghost, it's time to establish a system.

"I'm so excited just thinking about it! Our West Depot is finally going to get busy!"

"I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."

The group left chatting and laughing, leaving the palace filled with a joyful atmosphere.

At this moment, Old Li, the old beggar sweeping the floor, paused for a moment as he passed by Shen Mo, his gaze focusing on the wounds.

Shen Mo seemed to sense something and asked, "Old Li, are you worried about my injuries? It's alright, they're just minor wounds, a little wound medicine will heal them."

Old Li nodded and left.

But the look in his eyes before he left seemed rather meaningful.

"Could it be that he figured out I injured myself with this sword wound?" Shen Mo frowned inwardly. So far, he didn't know Old Li's true identity; he had only thought of giving him a meal out of pity.

If Old Li can even discern clues from a sword wound, then he is clearly no ordinary down-on-his-luck swordsman.

Looks like I'll have to try to find out who this old guy is!