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Shen Xinyao smiled mysteriously. "I've had someone follow you. Don't worry, only I know you're here." She took out a letter from her bosom. "Someone asked me to deliver this to you."
Nan Gong Shuang took the letter and saw that the envelope was addressed to "To Nan Gong Shuang," the handwriting unfamiliar yet neat and powerful.
"Who asked you to do this?"
Shen Xinyao shook her head. "I don't know. A masked person handed it to the guard at my residence, insisting it must reach you."
After thanking Shen Xinyao and watching her leave, Nan Gong Shuang opened the envelope. Inside were only a few words: "Nan Gong Yu Nie, it's been ten years. If you wish to know the meaning of 'Mei Ying' that Chen Fu spoke before his death, meet at Yao Wang Miao in the east of the city tonight at midnight."
The letter was signed with a small character: "Xiao."
Nan Gong Shuang's expression changed drastically as she tightened her grip on the letter. The Xiao Family! Could it be that her whereabouts had been exposed?
Just then, she heard faint voices outside the window.
"Sir, are you sure that woman will come?"
"Of course. Since she is from the Nangong Family, hearing 'Mei Ying' will surely stir her interest. We are ready; we must capture her no matter what!"
A chill ran down Nan Gong Shuang's spine—there was an ambush!
She quickly pondered her options. This letter was clearly a trap, but if she didn't go, she would never uncover the secret of "Mei Ying." With Chen Bo dead and leads from the Nangong Family dwindling, she couldn't afford to miss any possibility.
"Draw them out? Then I'll show you some colors." A cold smile crept onto Nan Gong Shuang's lips as she swiftly took out several small vials and silver needles, hiding them in her sleeves.
When the moon reached its zenith, Nan Gong Shuang donned a set of dark clothing and silently left the inn. Instead of heading straight to Yao Wang Miao, she took several turns in the eastern part of the city to ensure she wasn't being followed before quietly approaching her target.
Yao Wang Miao was located on a secluded hillside in the east of the city, usually quiet and desolate, but now it was eerily silent under the moonlight. The outline of the ancient temple appeared particularly sinister.
Nan Gong Shuang hid in the shadows, carefully observing her surroundings. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen men in black lurking around the temple, concealed behind trees and rock formations, waiting for an opportunity.
"Such a large setup; it seems the Xiao Family's hatred for the Nangong Family hasn't subsided," Nan Gong Shuang scoffed as she took out a small vial and gently opened it.
A colorless and odorless gas wafted into the air, enveloping the hidden men in black around the temple. Moments later, they began yawning continuously, their eyelids growing heavy until one by one they collapsed into a deep sleep.
"The effect of 'Hypnotic Incense' is quite good," Nan Gong Shuang murmured softly as she stealthily approached Yao Wang Miao.
The temple door was slightly ajar, with a dim oil lamp flickering inside. Nan Gong Shuang cautiously pushed open the door and found the hall empty except for a letter resting on a table before a Buddha statue.
She carefully looked around to confirm no one was present before stepping forward to pick up the letter. The envelope still bore her name "Nan Gong Shuang," but this time the handwriting was different—more vigorous and forceful.
Nan Gong Shuang carefully opened the envelope, revealing a rough piece of paper with the words: “If you wish to know the secret of 'Mei Ying', meet me at the rockery in the Xiao Mansion garden tomorrow at noon. Bring the mark on your wrist.”
At the bottom, a lifelike plum blossom was drawn, accompanied by a small character: “Yan.”
“Xiao Zhongyan?” Nan Gong Shuang furrowed her brow. Was this the Xiao Family Young Master who had been watching her at the Execution Ground today? How could he know about the Plum Blossom Mark on her wrist?
Just as she pondered this, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside!
Nan Gong Shuang quickly extinguished the oil lamp and slipped behind the statue of Buddha.
“Sir, everyone outside has fallen!” an anxious voice called out.
“Hmph, it seems she has already been here,” another cold voice responded. Nan Gong Shuang recognized it as Zheng Yushi’s voice. “Search this place thoroughly; we must find any clues she left behind!”
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