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Several soldiers rushed into the hall, brandishing torches and searching everywhere. Nan Gong Shuang held her breath, tightly gripping a silver needle, ready to fight at any moment.
“Sir, there are remnants of an envelope on the desk!” one soldier exclaimed.
Zheng Yushi quickly stepped forward. “Let me see!”
Nan Gong Shuang felt a surge of anxiety; she had been too hasty and had not taken the envelope with her. Although she had tucked the letter into her clothes, the torn remnants of the envelope remained on the desk.
“There’s a mark of the Xiao Family on it!” the soldier said in surprise.
Zheng Yushi’s face darkened. “As expected, the Xiao Family is indeed secretly in contact with Nan Gong Yu Nie! Go, send someone to closely monitor Xiao Mansion, especially Xiao Zhongyan’s movements!”
“Yes, sir!”
Taking advantage of the soldiers’ departure, Nan Gong Shuang quietly shifted her position, attempting to approach the back door. Just then, a decayed wooden plank creaked softly.
“Who’s there!” Zheng Yushi shouted sharply. “Search!”
In a moment of desperation, Nan Gong Shuang took out a small pouch of powder from her sleeve and gently sprinkled it into the air.
With a loud bang, a thick cloud of smoke quickly spread out, obscuring everyone’s vision.
“Cough cough cough—” The soldiers were choked by the smoke and struggled to see.
Nan Gong Shuang seized the opportunity and dashed out through the back door, her figure slipping into the night like a ghost.
“Chase! After her!” Zheng Yushi’s furious shout echoed in the distance.
Nan Gong Shuang did not return directly to the inn; instead, she wound through the city streets until she was sure she had shaken off her pursuers before finding a small inn to temporarily rest.
The room was simple, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less about it. Lighting a candle, she carefully examined the letter again.
“Tomorrow at noon, meet at the rockery in Xiao Mansion’s garden,” Nan Gong Shuang murmured, furrowing her brow.
This was clearly a trap, yet it also carried an air of mystery. The Xiao Family were enemies of the Nangong Family and played a significant role in the massacre years ago. However, Zheng Yushi’s attitude towards the Xiao Family seemed unfriendly as well; he even mentioned monitoring Xiao Zhongyan.
Could there be hidden circumstances within the Xiao Family? Was Xiao Zhongyan opposed to Zheng Yushi?
Nan Gong Shuang rubbed her temples, her mind racing. Regardless of anything else, she could not easily trust anyone—especially those from the Xiao Family. Yet if she wanted to uncover the truth behind Nangong Family’s tragedy and learn about Mei Ying's secret, she had no choice but to take risks.
“Let’s take it one step at a time,” she muttered to herself. “But I must be fully prepared for tomorrow.”
As Nan Gong Shuang packed her belongings, she suddenly noticed some faint writing on the back of the letter. She hurriedly brought it close to the candlelight for a closer look and discovered that it was written with special ink that only revealed itself near heat sources.
“Beware of Zheng Yushi; he is from Shadow Pavilion. The massacre of the Nangong Family has deeper implications. If you wish to collaborate, wear your Plum Blossom Mark; it is the key to unlocking the truth.”
Nan Gong Shuang's heart raced—Shadow Pavilion? What kind of organization was that? And the Plum Blossom Mark on her wrist was actually the key to uncovering the truth? Could it be that she harbored secrets even she was unaware of?
The questions multiplied, yet the truth seemed to draw closer.
Lying in bed, Nan Gong Shuang found it hard to sleep. Images of Chen Bo's dying gaze, Zheng Yushi's cold smile, and the contemplative look of a young man named Xiao Zhongyan kept swirling in her mind.
As she drifted into a dream, she heard a voice calling out, “Miss! Run away quickly!”
“Nan Gong scoundrels, leave none alive!”
“Father! Mother!”
In the dream, Nangong Mansion was engulfed in flames, and screams echoed all around. The ten-year-old Nan Gong Shuang was pushed into a secret passage by a pair of large hands—her father's hands, stained with blood.
“Nangong Shuang, remember, you must survive,” her father's voice was hoarse yet resolute. “Find the Plum Blossom Token and uncover the truth...”
Before he could finish his words, a long knife pierced through his chest from behind! Blood splattered onto little Nan Gong Shuang's face, warm and sticky.
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