In the evening, Song Chuxuan left the palace. After half a year of separation, he finally returned to Ting Yuxuan, where he usually lives in the Jin Palace. He has been traveling day and night for the past two months, and Song Chuxuan is exhausted all the way.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, he called the first guard beside him, Nighthawk.

The nighthawk lowered his head, clasped his fists, and said respectfully, "Prince."

Thinking of the conversation with the emperor during the day, Song Chuxuan ordered slowly. "Go and call the housekeeper Hua and ask him to take him to the record book of the staff in the mansion, and have a list of visitors over the past year."

"Yes!" Nighthawk took the order and left.

The man closed his eyes and pondered. The Jin Prince's Mansion was strictly guarded. Butler Hua has also followed him for more than ten years and is very cautious in his daily work.

When he was not in the capital, when did he work in the capital and what identity did he get into the mansion? What is the purpose of entering the King of Jin’s mansion? Could it be that there was an insider in his mansion and someone secretly responded?

If we want to disrupt the Tianyuan government, the Jin Palace will not be as good as the imperial palace, and we can get and convey information faster. I don’t know how long this hidden chess has been lurking in the palace. Will it be Dongzhao, Wenqi, or the Longhua Kingdom that is still in control?

His fingers hit the desk table intermittently. While he was thinking, he heard Nighthawk come in and report, "Prince, Butler Hua is here."

The flower housekeeper stood behind the Nighthawk, a man with a gentle and thin appearance and over forty years. At this moment, he put the three rosters in his hand on the table.

"Prince, this is the record you want. What is on the book are all the maids and mothers in the mansion, as well as the wealth information of the guards and servants."

Song Chuxuan was half lazy, opened his eyes, picked up a book casually, and began to read it.

After about a cup of tea, the man said, "I will stay here forever this time when I return to Beijing. Usually, there are many people in the royal palace. If you find any suspicious people or suspicious things, you will have to worry about the butler Hua."

"Yes, yes! Sharing the prince's worries is my duty." Butler Hua quickly responded.

"Well. How can these origins be recorded unknown?"

The housekeeper Hua took a few steps closer, looked carefully at the prince's fingers slid over, and replied in a trembling voice, "Maybe it's a slave I just bought recently, and the manager has not had time to update the list. I'll go and confirm and ask."

Song Chuxuan glanced at Butler Hua, who suddenly burst into cold sweat.

What kind of person is King Jin? He is the black-faced killing god that everyone knows and fears for everyone in Tianyuan Kingdom!

Not only is he invincible on the battlefield, but he makes the enemy frightened. He is also the royal relative whom His Majesty valued the most in the court!

Song Chuxuan took a sip of tea and said, "No need. Just call me and ask."

After a while, a few servants were taken to Ting Yuxuan's front yard, and Lin Yaxi and Sun Mingyue were also among them.

The few people were not sure. Most of the servants in the palace had never seen the King of Jin himself. When they heard that they were coming to the prince's yard, their hearts instantly reached their throats. They were afraid that they would move their heads when they said a wrong sentence.

While being scared, he also wondered whether Song Chuxuan would be a ferocious devil.

Nighthawk and the Flower Butler stood on the stone steps in the front hall, staring at the crowd in the yard. Song Chuxuan did not come forward, but sat behind the screen and savored tea, looking at the expressions and movements of the people.

Lin Yaxi didn't have much information about King Jin in her mind, but she was not as afraid as others. She wore apricot-colored skirt that the maids were uniform, and her black hair was combed into a double-snail bun, without any decoration on it.

Although she was dressed the same as Sun Mingyue, she looked fresher and more cute. Her bright black eyes were swaying, and she secretly glanced at the design setting around the courtyard.

The people around them were careful and answering Nighthawk's question. When asked about Sun Mingyue, they heard a hint of sadness in her usually gentle voice.

She told the story. "I called Sun Mingyue, who is from Jiangbei. I moved to the capital with my parents since I was a child, and there was also a young brother. Six years ago, my father was hit by a frightened carriage while working at the ferry and died immediately. In order to support my family, I found a son and voluntarily sold it to the Wang Shilang Mansion to be a second-class maid."

Nighthawk then asked, "Then why did you leave the Minister's Mansion?"

Sun Mingyue hesitated for a moment, looked embarrassed, and replied, "I was attracted by the third son of the Wang Shilang family and insisted on taking me as a family. I really didn't want to do so and did not hesitate to show my ambitions by death. Fortunately, my mistress was merciful and was finally beaten to the wife of the wife."

Song Chuxuan behind the screen looked unclear and only listened quietly to the conversation between several people.

"Lin Yaxi?" Nighthawk lowered his head, looked at the roster in his hand, and thought.

"I am here." Lin Yaxi also imitated Sun Mingyue and explained with a pleasing eyebrow. "Because something happened at home recently, I have to sell myself to bury my mother."

"Who are parents?"

Lin Yaxi's mind quickly became pivotal. If she told her identity as a concubine of Duke Lin's mansion, would Qin find out that she was not dead yet?

No! That woman not only killed Aunt Liu, but also poisoned Lin Wanqing's life.

I don’t know why Butler Hua asked about his past today. If he didn’t tell the truth, what if the lies were exposed?

She has no grudges and no grudges with King Jin, so she shouldn't have killed her because of this, right?

Still struggling, Sun Mingyue actually spoke for her at this time. "Sister Yaxi refused to say that, there must be something unspeakable hidden. My sister was brought back by her wife the day before entering the palace.

My sister is soft and weak, and she is obviously the daughter of a wealthy family. It is normal that she has never done a maid’s job before. I have always supported each other. As a one-year-old sister, I voluntarily share more of the burden for my sister.”

Song Chuxuan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help looking at Lin Yaxi.

The cleverness in this sentence made Lin Yaxi stunned. It’s hard to say that it’s hidden? Is Sun Mingyue helping her or pushing her into the fire pit?

Yeying looked behind the screen, trying to see what the prince meant. She saw that Song Chuxuan was still expressionless, looking like he was not concerned about his own affairs and was hanging high.

Ye Ying had no choice but to ask, "Lin Yaxi, do you have nothing to say?"

Lin Yaxi was not aware of the seriousness of the situation and smiled. "It's just personal privacy. King Jin is so busy, so he doesn't need to know such trivial matters in my family."

"Bold!" Nighthawk shouted.

"Personal privacy? Since you have signed a death contract, personal and privacy have nothing to do with you. You are born in the King of Jin's Mansion now, and you are the ghost of the King of Jin's Mansion! Lin Yaxi conceals her identity and hides evil intentions. People come, drag her down and kill her with a stick!"

"Ah? What's going on? Are you crazy?" Lin Yaxi asked him angrily.

Before she could defend herself, two old women rushed over to the side. As soon as they approached, they blocked her mouth, grabbed her arms, and wanted to drag them out of the yard.

Now, Lin Yaxi was really panicked. Did she escape after traveling through time for three days but still survived for a month? And she died so inexplicably and was confused.

She didn't even see a piece of hair from King Jin, and was about to be K.O by an NPC?!

The two women were used to doing rough work and were very strong. They twisted Lin Yaxi's thin arm, which made her unable to resist at all.

Suddenly, something similar to a dart fell from his feet. With a crisp sound, it fell to the ground.

Song Chuxuan winked at Nighthawk through the screen. Nighthawk immediately stepped forward, picked up the dart, and handed it to his master.

"Slow." The person behind the screen finally spoke, his tone was indifferent, but he was unquestionable.

Song Chuxuan played with the swallowtail dart in his hand, polishing it finely and was extremely sharp. The dart tail was a streamlined and smooth tail-cut shape, and there was a lifelike golden unicorn engraved on the dart.

For the first time, there was a wave in Song Chuxuan's phoenix eyes, which was fleeting.

The three words "Let her go." are cold, magnetic, and textured.

"Is Lin Yaxi so? What she said makes sense. I should not spy on my personal privacy."
Chapter completed!