Princess Xinyang boarded the first, most luxurious and ostentatious carriage with a darkened face.
Marquis Xuanping also ascended the carriage and threw the whip he was holding into Chang Jing’s arms, "Steady it, the Princess dislikes bumpiness."
"Oh," Chang Jing caught the whip and, with one strike, the carriage jolted!
Marquis Xuanping: "..."
The couple sat down inside the carriage, with Marquis Xuanping leisurely observing Princess Xinyang and said with a half-smile, "You refused to see me when I went to Fengdu Mountain to find you, yet you’ve run back to the Capital City on your own. What is it? Are you hiding from this Marquis?"
"Why would I need to hide from you?" Princess Xinyang said indifferently.
Marquis Xuanping tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile, "Come on, Qin Fengwan, you’ve been hiding from this Marquis ever since Xiao Hen died. Sometimes I even suspect that it was you who started that great fire, that you simply can’t face this Marquis, can you?"
Princess Xinyang turned her face away, "Hmph."
Marquis Xuanping looked toward the carriage ceiling and said casually, "All right then, have your ’Long Yi’ bring Xiao Hen down. He’s been flying around up there; he might not be tired, but I’m getting tired on behalf of my son."
After Xiao Hen was saved by Long Yi, or more precisely, after Marquis Xuanping showed up, Xiao Hen had already had Long Yi take him away.
However, Marquis Xuanping’s seemingly casual words carried many implications.
Firstly, he knew of Long Yi.
Secondly, he had already concluded that Xiao Liulang was Xiao Hen.
Originally, Long Yi was a secretive guard at the Princess Residence and only started to come out into the open after going to Fengdu Mountain. During that time, Long Yi never met with Marquis Xuanping.
That is to say, Marquis Xuanping knew about Long Yi’s existence even before the great fire at the Guozijian—an event that indicated not only his awareness of the most formidable Long Yi but also of the other Dragon Shadow Guards.
As for when he exactly found out, it’s unknown—perhaps four years ago, or perhaps even earlier.
As for the second matter.
Considering the situation in the Capital City, Princess Xinyang could roughly guess that Marquis Xuanping’s visit to Fengdu Mountain was to ask her to return to identify Xiao Hen.
Now that she and Xiao Hen were appearing in the same carriage, there was no need for her to tell him personally; he already had his answer.
Marquis Xuanping said, "Chang Jing, go catch those two flying overhead."
Chang Jing, who was driving the carriage, leapt into action at once!
A short while later, Chang Jing returned to the carriage with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Couldn’t beat them."
Chang Jing felt wronged, but he said nothing.
Marquis Xuanping huffed, "That’s what you get for driving the carriage so recklessly."
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Chang Jing, nursing a grudge, really wanted to drive the carriage off into flight, but he was no match for Marquis Xuanping, the old fox—that was a very sad story.
Inside the carriage, Marquis Xuanping reclined lazily against the carriage wall, his back supported by a soft and thick cushion, his long legs crossed, one hand resting on the armrest beside him, and the other gently placed on his leg with slender fingertips tapping his knee indifferently.
Princess Xinyang sat opposite him, her expression indifferent, without uttering a word.
Marquis Xuanping smiled lightly as if the clouds were brushing the breeze, "Qin Fengwan, will you speak for yourself, or shall this Marquis ask you question by question?"
Princess Xinyang asked, "What do you want me to say?"
Marquis Xuanping replied, "Everything."
Princess Xinyang looked at him and said, "Why don’t you start by explaining what exactly happened with that mad horse just now?"
Marquis Xuanping responded, "What? You suspect that I did it? I’m not that bored."
Princess Xinyang remained silent.
Marquis Xuanping narrowed his eyes at her and said, "Wait, are you suspecting someone tried to assassinate you, or Xiao Hen?"
Princess Xinyang exhaled slowly, staring at him unwaveringly, "Before I answer all your questions, why don’t you answer one of mine first? Who exactly was that female slave from the Yan Country?"
Soon after Long Yi delivered Xiao Hen back to Bishui Alley, he left immediately. Before leaving, he bumped into little Jingkong and they exchanged small, manly fist bumps.
"Liulang!"
Xiao Hen was just about to enter the house when he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and politely said, "Aunt He, is there something you need?"
Aunt He handed him a jar with a beaming smile, "This is the pickled vegetables I’ve just made; please take them."
"There’s no need, I haven’t finished the ones you gave me last time," Xiao Hen declined.
But Aunt He insisted, forcefully pushing the jar into his arms, "Take it, take it! Your family has many members, it will be gone in no time! Besides, it’s just a jar of pickled vegetables, it’s not worth much!"
Xiao Hen, not adept at refusing such genuine kindness, shyly accepted it, "Thank you, Aunt He."
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