Hearing these words, Pei Zichen stared at her blankly.

Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and added, “Oh, if you don’t awaken it with blood, this jade token can also be used to talk to me. Call me if you need anything.”

“Alright.” Pei Zichen slowly came to his senses and hastily said, “Thank you, Miss.”

“Okay then, I’m leaving.”

Jiang Zhaoxue turned to leave. As soon as she walked out of the cell and before reaching the door, A’Nan couldn’t control his sharp screech. “What are you doing, Master! If you miss this opportunity, it will be much harder to take him away!”

“Do you think I could take him away right now?”

Jiang Zhaoxue stepped through the gate. Qingye immediately came forward, and seeing no one behind Jiang Zhaoxue, couldn’t help but feel puzzled. “My Lady, where is he?”

“He won’t leave. I need to think of another way. After we get out, immediately send people to investigate the whereabouts of all disciples under Shen Yuqing’s name at Luo Xia Feng, especially Gu Jinglan’s.”

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke coldly. Qingye was stunned, then came to her senses. Following behind Jiang Zhaoxue as they returned to Yunfu Mountain, she cursed all the way. “This ungrateful little brat! Heaven-sent fortune right at his doorstep and he refuses to take it. He deserves to suffer a bit. My Lady, don’t worry about him for now. Let Wen Xiao’an torment him for a while. After Wen Xiao’an works him half to death, we’ll go negotiate then and see how tough his bones really are!”

Listening to Qingye’s rambling speech, Jiang Zhaoxue wanted to ask how many storybooks she had read during these years in Zhongzhou, but was afraid of causing trouble and didn’t dare speak up.

Qingye had become increasingly long-winded over the years. Once she started, there was no end.

She endured without speaking, but A’Nan couldn’t help but sigh in her mind. “You know, your little maid speaks nonsense, but tormenting Pei Zichen a bit does seem right… Huh?”

A’Nan looked at the people coming and going on Yunfu Mountain, somewhat puzzled. “Who are all these people?”

Hearing A’Nan’s words, Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and saw many people carrying porcelain items back and forth.

Jiang Zhaoxue recognized the leader at a glance—it was Zilu. Shen Yuqing had two chief disciples, one internal and one external. Pei Zichen handled official business, while Zilu handled Shen Yuqing’s private affairs.

Zilu was directing people to carry porcelain into the rooms. Seeing Jiang Zhaoxue, Zilu hurried forward to bow respectfully. “Master’s Wife.”

“What are you doing?”

Jiang Zhaoxue found it rather strange. Zilu quickly explained, “Master saw that Master’s Wife’s room was plain, so he specially had these sent. He also had me find craftsmen to prepare renovations for all of Yunfu Mountain.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue paused. She glanced over the valuable porcelain being carried into the rooms. After thinking for a moment, she nodded to Zilu. “Thank you.”

This was the first time Zilu had heard her express thanks. He looked up in shock.

Jiang Zhaoxue paid no attention and stepped into the room.

With Zilu present, it wasn’t good to discuss matters, so Jiang Zhaoxue found a quiet place to meditate. After Zilu finished arranging the furnishings, Jiang Zhaoxue returned to her room. After staying for a moment, Qingye came back and said quietly, “My Lady, I went to ask at the disciples’ quarters. The Prince Consort of Luo Xia Feng has seventeen disciples under his name in total. Thirteen are within the sect. After Gu Jinglan and three others followed Young Daoist Master Pei to Wuyue Forest, three of them have been confirmed dead—their disciple lamps in Changsheng Hall have all been extinguished. Only Gu Jinglan’s whereabouts are unknown, but his disciple lamp is still lit.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue frowned.

She clearly remembered that night—all four disciples from Luo Xia Feng had run out. After running out, why did they die?

Where did Gu Jinglan go?

In the original book, these disciples died in Wuyue Forest that very night.

But her appearance allowed them to escape, which triggered the plot to frame Pei Zichen ahead of schedule.

“Go find him.”

Jiang Zhaoxue thought it over. She took out the divination tortoise, cast a divination, and told Qingye, “Starting from Wuyue Forest, head northeast. Search along that direction, quickly.”

“Understood.”

Qingye responded and hurried off to get busy.

A’Nan watched Qingye efficiently leave and couldn’t help but say, “Wow, what was her original form? How is she so capable at bustling about?”

“She’s a bee.”

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke. A’Nan instantly understood why Qingye had such peculiar thoughts about Jiang Zhaoxue’s emotional problems.

She must have endured Shen Yuqing’s one-husband-one-wife situation for quite a while, right?