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Several soldiers rushed into the hall, brandishing torches as they searched the area. Nan Gong Shuang held her breath, gripping a silver needle tightly, ready to fight at any moment.
“Sir, there are fragments 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 failed to take the envelope with her. Although she had tucked the letter into her clothing, 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. “Just as I suspected, the Xiao Family is indeed in contact with Nan Gong Yu Nie in secret! Go, send someone to closely monitor Xiao Mansion, especially Xiao Zhongyan’s movements!”
“Yes, sir!”
As the soldiers left, Nan Gong Shuang quietly shifted her position, trying to approach the back door. Just then, a rotting wooden plank creaked slightly underfoot.
“Who’s there?” Zheng Yushi shouted sharply. “Search!”
In a moment of desperation, Nan Gong Shuang pulled out a small pouch of powder from her sleeve and lightly tossed 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 choked on the smoke, momentarily unable to see anything.
Seizing the opportunity, Nan Gong Shuang 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 took several winding paths through the city. Only after confirming that she had shaken off her pursuers did she find a small inn to rest temporarily.
The room was simple, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less. She lit a candle and carefully examined the letter again.
“Tomorrow at noon, meet at the rockery in Xiao Mansion’s garden,” Nan Gong Shuang murmured to herself, frowning deeply.
This was clearly a trap, yet it also carried an air of mystery. The Xiao Family was an enemy of the Nangong Family and had played a significant role in their 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 truths within the Xiao Family? Was Xiao Zhongyan opposed to Zheng Yushi?
Nan Gong Shuang rubbed her temples, her mind racing with thoughts. Regardless of what happened, she could not easily trust anyone—especially not those from the Xiao Family. Yet if she wanted to uncover the truth behind Nangong Family's tragedy and understand the secret of Mei Ying, she had no choice but to take risks.
“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 and discovered that it was written in invisible ink that only appeared near heat sources.
“Beware of Zheng Yushi; he is one of Shadow Pavilion's people. The massacre of Nangong Family has deeper implications. If you wish to cooperate, 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 turned out to be the key to uncovering the truth? Did she harbor secrets within herself that she was unaware of?
As the mysteries piled up, 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 thoughtful look of a young man named Xiao Zhongyan kept swirling in her mind.
In a daze, she slipped into a dream.
"Miss! Run!"
"Nan Gong thief, leave none alive!"
"Father! Mother!"
In her dream, Nangong Mansion was engulfed in flames, screams echoing all around. 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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