That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Chapter 80 Let's go

"Has Vice Envoy Chen seen this knife before?"

Jiang Jingming looked at Chen Sha and felt something was very off.

It's astonishing that such a ruthless person, known as the "Jade-Faced Rakshasa," would show such a bewildered expression, lost in memories.

"That happened many years ago."

Chen Sha leaned against the table, his gaze fixed on Wu Jiu's blade, and his tone was surprisingly gentle:

"May I take a look?"

"of course."

Jiang Jingming nodded, wondering what had suddenly gotten into this cold-hearted deputy envoy.

Could it be that his ex-lover made this knife?!

Under the watchful eyes of the gossips, Chen Sha gripped the hilt of his sword and slowly drew it from its sheath.

He was clearly a skilled swordsman; his hand gestures when holding a knife resembled those of a sword.

The blade reflected the firelight; he glanced at it briefly before sheathing it and putting it back in its place.

"Only cold iron excavated from the thousand-year-old ice caves of Liangzhou, forged on the darkest night of a lunar eclipse, could create such a chilling blade."

Chen Sha sighed softly, gazing absently at the firelight:

"You are so young, be careful not to let this knife erode your mind and devour your true self."

"Thank you for your guidance, Vice Envoy."

Jiang Jingming thanked him, but still had a lot of questions and didn't know how to ask them.

In the end, Chen Sha noticed his curiosity and sighed.

“This knife was indeed made by an old friend of mine. He stopped forging swords many years ago, and this knife is probably his last work. I went looking for it before, but I never expected to find it here.”

"I see."

Jiang Jingming nodded, feeling a little guilty for a moment.

That masterpiece, which was meant to be sealed away by someone else, was forcibly snatched away by that devil Jiang Wuwang!

"The Frost Sword of the young lady was actually made by him. Back then, Commander Xie searched for famous craftsmen but could not find one that suited his taste. It was I who recommended him."

When Chen Sha spoke of his old friend, his coldness softened, and there was even a hint of a smile in his voice.

However, he quickly realized his lapse in composure and coughed awkwardly.

"cough!"

Chen Sha reverted to his stern expression:

"We've talked too much about irrelevant things. Go back now. You'll be set free after the case is closed. I'll keep the knife safe and return it to its rightful owner."

"Yes."

Jiang Jingming nodded, suddenly understanding why Chen Sha had repeatedly told him not to cause trouble.

Not only because of the young lady, but also because of the knife forged by an old friend.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jingming's feelings suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Rather than letting him see Chen Sha's humane side, it's better to let him always think that he is just a cold-blooded deputy envoy.

After all, we're destined to stand on the opposing side.

Jiang Jingming sighed inwardly.

The two guards who had just been there came in and put the chains back on his shackles.

"By the way, Vice Envoy Chen."

Jiang Jingming took two steps, then suddenly turned back curiously:

"Could you tell me the name of my old friend? I would like to thank him in person if I have the opportunity in the future."

"No need."

Chen Sha had his back to him and didn't turn around. His voice was the same as usual, without much emotion.

He died ten years ago.

......

Jiang Jingming walked down the same road he had come from, and the two guards remained silent.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I have a question."

He had barely opened his mouth when the two men, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly shook their heads:

"Young hero, please don't make things difficult for us! We know nothing!"

"No, I just wanted to ask how my friend, Commander Lu, is doing now. Has he woken up yet?"

Jiang Jingming thought about it for a moment, but still brought up the question.

Asking about Lu Zhao's health shouldn't be too much of a burden for them.

The two guards exchanged a glance, hesitated for a long time, and finally one of them spoke:

"Young Master Lu has taken some herbs to clear his mind and is fine now. He'll be on duty tonight..."

"Cough cough!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another person who shook his head seriously.

"It's alright, I'm just glad to know he's fine."

Jiang Jingming smiled, then stopped talking and continued walking obediently.

The guard who had been talking too much lowered his head in annoyance.

This boy has a bright, youthful smile that makes people inexplicably less wary of him.

Jiang Jingming lowered his head, watching the moonlight lengthen his shadow.

Pity.

He had originally thought that it would be better if Lu Zhao hadn't woken up yet, so that everything would be over by the time he woke up, and at least the two of them wouldn't have ended up fighting each other.

As I approached the gates of the death row, the moon was setting, and it was soon dawn.

Jiang Jingming crouched down and stepped into the narrow tunnel.

The prison guards who came to relieve him greeted the guards and took their positions.

This time, we took a different route back.

Through three entries and exits, Jiang Jingming roughly sketched out the basic shape of the maze in his mind.

When I returned to my cell, most of the death row inmates were already asleep, and the dim light of candles flickered in the dark cell.

Jiang Jingming walked all the way to the last few cells, and the first person he saw was Fang Zhiyi.

She rested her head on her arm, as if she had taken a nap, and only slowly opened her eyes when she heard footsteps, her eyes misty.

The two simply exchanged a glance without saying a word.

Fang Zhiyi smiled and nodded slightly.

Jiang Jingming thought to himself that she probably already knew what it was about, which was why he reassured him not to worry.

Keep walking forward and you'll see Ah Qing.

She had clearly not slept and had been waiting for him to return, giving a cold glance to the two guards holding the chains.

Konoe swallowed hard. Although the girl was unarmed, her eyes were sharp as blades, sending chills down one's spine.

As Jiang Jingming approached his cell, he took an extra step forward and glimpsed Xie Yunqi huddled in a corner of the stone wall next to him, fast asleep with his knees drawn up to his chest.

Jiang Jingming then turned around and made a shushing gesture.

The two guards understood perfectly and opened the door as quietly as possible, afraid of waking the ill-tempered young lady.

"The jailers will bring breakfast in a few hours. Lord Chen instructed that your breakfast is the same as ours, and you don't need to eat coarse grains or cornbread."

The guard locked the door and gave instructions in a low voice.

The other guard nodded, adding as he did so:

"Yesterday we had plain noodles, the day before we had wonton soup, and I don't know what we'll have today."

"I guess it's soup dumplings."

"If you ask me, pan-fried buns are also good."

The two began to discuss the food in hushed tones.

"Thank you both."

Jiang Jingming found it amusing, yet also felt a pang of regret.

Actually, they are both quite young. If it weren't for their circumstances, they might have become friends.

But after dawn, everyone became a constable and a fugitive.

It really makes one feel complicated.

As Jiang Jingming listened to the two footsteps fade into the distance, he closed his eyes and mentally estimated the time.

After a short while, in the stillness, a sound finally rang out from the stone wall: "thump, thump thump thump."

Jiang Jingming opened his eyes and banged back at the same frequency.

I could faintly hear the sound of a needle piercing a keyhole, followed by the clear click of the bolt opening, and the shackles being thrown into the haystack.

Half an hour later, the iron gate opened silently.

Aqing stood at the prison gate in the dim candlelight, her long hair cascading down to her waist, her eyes as black as ink in the dim light.

Jiang Jingming sat on the ground looking up at her, and suddenly remembered that she had come to rescue him from the solitary confinement room in the same way when they were children.

The girl, who used to be a bit nervous and guilty, now only exudes calmness and composure.

"let's go."

Jiang Jingming smiled faintly and, through the gap in the opened iron gate, once again grasped her outstretched hand.

Chapter 81 Escape

When Xie Yunqi was woken up, she had probably had a nightmare and almost screamed.

Fortunately, Aqing was prepared and quickly and decisively covered her mouth.

Xie Yunqi made two "woo-woo" sounds and then realized what was happening.

Aqing let go of his hand, and nervously looked around. When she saw that Jiang Jingming was safe and sound, her eyes lit up.

"You're back!"

Xie Yunqi grabbed his sleeve, pulled him around, and carefully checked him over:

"Chen Sha didn't torture you, did he? What did he want with you?"

"Let's talk about it outside."

Jiang Jingming let her pull him around, laughing and lowering his voice.

"it is good!"

Xie Yunqi nodded firmly.

The three of them walked out of the cell, where Fang Zhiyi was already waiting for them by the door.

The shackles were carelessly tossed on the haystack. Jiang Jingming moved his wrists and felt that he was probably used to the weight, and they felt a little numb and weak.

How do we get out?

Xie Yunqi walked furtively at the back, his dog making a barely audible hum.

"Just follow Aqing."