◎Zhang Yiran, what about Liu Xiniang?◎

Hearing Cui Heng’s tone, Luo Wanqing somehow felt guilty for reasons she couldn’t explain.

She hesitated, covering up as she told part of the truth: “I went to find Minister Zhang to retrieve these things.”

“Oh,” Cui Heng nodded, pondering as he said, “Yesterday to collect the horse, today to retrieve items. The Inspector certainly has many concerns?”

“Not really…”

“But once you’ve entered the Supervision Department, the Inspector should prioritize departmental affairs. The Shadow Envoy exists to resolve these issues for the Inspector. The Inspector shouldn’t be busy with such mundane matters; otherwise, what need is there for me as Shadow Envoy?”

Cui Heng looked at Luo Wanqing with a smile full of meaning, as if concerned: “Does the Inspector have any other belongings left outside? Why not tell me everything, and I’ll help the Inspector retrieve them all at once?”

“No.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing quickly shook her head, not daring to say more, only saying: “I’ve brought everything back.”

“That’s good.”

Cui Heng nodded: “Then let’s eat. After eating, rest well. Tomorrow your lessons begin, and in three months you can start officially taking on missions.”

Hearing Cui Heng’s words, she understood these two days were a holiday he had given her. She nodded and returned to the table to begin eating.

Cui Heng glanced at her, walked to the table, picked up the things she had brought back, selected through them, taking away some opened bottles of spoiled medicine, leaving her with what was usable, then said: “The maid is outside. After eating, call her in to clean up. I’m leaving.”

Seeing him leave, Luo Wanqing remembered the gold pearls and flute she had given Zhang Yiran today, and quickly said: “Um, Guanlan.”

“Hmm?”

“The things you gave me, do I need to tell you when I dispose of them?”

Hearing this, Cui Heng fell silent for a moment, thought about it, then said: “What I gave you all came from the Supervision Department’s allocation to you. You can handle them as you see fit.”

“It wasn’t you pulling strings?”

Luo Wanqing was somewhat suspicious. Cui Heng nodded: “Mm, each Inspector has different quotas. The Director gave you a relatively high limit.”

“Why?”

Luo Wanqing didn’t understand. Seeing her ask more and more questions, Cui Heng grew somewhat impatient and answered perfunctorily: “Because you have potential.”

With that, Cui Heng waved his hand: “I’m leaving.”

Luo Wanqing didn’t dare disturb Cui Heng further. She sat alone in the room, eating, pondering Cui Heng’s words.

Xie Heng gave her such a high monthly salary because she had potential?

Could it be because she killed Zhao Yuyan?

Thinking about it, Luo Wanqing felt she had indeed been too conspicuous. It was normal for Xie Heng to notice her.

But if he had noticed her, would he only meet her this once?

But thinking about it, Xie Heng managed countless affairs daily, and she was just a newly arrived Inspector still in training at the Supervision Department. It was normal not to meet.

She still needed to get through this training period quickly to have more opportunities to approach Xie Heng.

After killing Xiang Sizi and handling her family matters, the next target would be Li Guiyu.

Her eyes grew slightly cold as she lowered her head to eat. Then she had the female attendant come in to clear the table, went to bed to meditate and regulate her breathing, practiced the internal energy techniques Cui Heng had given her, and when deep night fell, she went to sleep.

The next day, Cui Heng came early to wake her and led her to the training ground.

The training ground was bustling with voices as many people were sparring inside. Cui Heng led her through the training ground, then said, “From now on, every morning you’ll report to the training ground. There are proper masters here who will teach you step by step, starting from the basics. Practice martial arts for two hours daily, and use the remaining time to learn hidden weapons, mechanisms, and formations. You probably don’t need to learn poisons.”

Cui Heng glanced at her: “You made the Seven Insects Seven Flowers Pill quite well.”

“About that antidote…”

“Give it to me another day.” Cui Heng smiled: “Keep it as a memento.”

This statement puzzled Luo Wanqing—what kind of memento was a poison?

Cui Heng led her into a room in the deepest part of the training ground. Inside sat a young man holding a whisk, wearing an azure-blue Taoist robe, and topped with a lotus crown. Seeing Cui Heng enter, the young man quickly stood up and respectfully said: “Young Master Guanlan.”

“This is Dao Zhen,” Cui Heng introduced to Luo Wanqing. “He manages all the introductory courses for Inspectors.”

Then Cui Heng glanced at Luo Wanqing and introduced her to Dao Zhen: “This is the new Inspector, Liu Xiniang. Take good care of her, don’t neglect her.”

“Yes.”

Dao Zhen’s tone was gentle but extremely proper and serious.

Cui Heng handed her over to him, then instructed: “I have some matters to attend to. You practice here first, and I’ll come find you tonight after your lessons are finished.”

“Alright.”

Luo Wanqing responded, and Cui Heng didn’t linger, turning to leave.

After he left, Dao Zhen looked at Luo Wanqing and said softly, “Inspector Liu has just taken office. Each day, we’ll start with standing meditation—one hour of standing meditation, one hour of actual combat, followed by learning one hidden weapon technique, one formation, and one mechanism. If the Inspector is diligent, we can add more.”

With that, Dao Zhen led Luo Wanqing into the training area, used his whisk to lift a basin of water, and directly threw it at Luo Wanqing.

Luo Wanqing hastily caught the water basin and saw Dao Zhen smile slightly, point to the plum blossom posts with his hand, and command: “Get on the plum blossom posts, hold the water basin above your head, and stand for an hour.”

Luo Wanqing knew her fundamentals were poor and didn’t dare slack off. Following Dao Zhen’s instructions, she did standing meditation and sparring, then went with him to the hidden weapons room.

The first hidden weapon to learn was the Qianji device. Her task was to change the Qianji into all its forms at the fastest possible speed.

Speed required precise muscle control and proficiency.

She practiced assembling and disassembling the Qianji while listening to Dao Zhen lecture on formations and mechanisms.

After the lectures, he had her take the Qianji into the room where formations and mechanisms were located, making her find her way out.

These formations and mechanisms were ever-changing. In the formations, she was nearly killed by various mechanisms, escaped, and then was thrown back in.

Over and over again, when she saw Cui Heng again that night, she was lying flat on the ground, unable to get up.

She had assembled the Qianji tens of thousands of times, and her fingers were trembling.

Cui Heng crouched down, looked her over, and said with a smile: “Xiniang, shall I carry you back?”

Though he asked, Luo Wanqing could see he had no intention of actually helping, and she had none either.

Luo Wanqing swallowed, her throat dry and somewhat painful, quickly got up, and said hoarsely: “I’m still okay.”

“If you’re still okay,” Cui Heng tilted his head, touched his toe to the ground, and smiled: “Keep up with me?”

Luo Wanqing was stunned, but since Cui Heng had spoken, she still gritted her teeth and got up, following Cui Heng.

Cui Heng’s lightness technique made no sound at all. He slowed his pace, leading her, walking in the night, instructing: “Hold your breath, control your body muscles. Have you seen cats?”

Cui Heng landed on the roof tiles, silent as a ghost. He tilted his head: “How do cats control their bodies? Try it?”

Luo Wanqing’s whole body ached, but she still followed Cui Heng’s instructions, controlling her body. Cui Heng led in front of her, teaching her how to conceal herself. When they returned to the room, Cui Heng smiled and said, “Hiding yourself in the darkness is very important.”

Luo Wanqing listened, couldn’t help but look up at him. The young man’s face was hidden behind a mask, as if he had been walking in the darkness for a long time.

She opened her mouth wanting to ask, but felt it would be presumptuous. After hesitating for a long time, she finally just nodded and said softly, “I’ll study hard.”

The Supervision Department’s training was a complete system. They seemed to have extensive experience training many Inspectors. During the day, she studied with the Supervision Department, and at night, she studied with Cui Heng. Even in just one day, she felt her progress was rapid.

Her speed in assembling the Qianji grew faster and faster, her standing meditation became more stable, and her strikes became more methodical.

Cui Heng left early and returned late every day, like a parent raising a child, whose daily task was to send the child to the teacher during the day and pick the child up at night.

Fortunately, Cui Heng remembered Zhong Lingshu’s advice and had her sleep at the Hai Hour(21.00 – 22.00) each night.

Exhausted from each day, Luo Wanqing slept very well every night.

But Cui Heng was different. Sometimes, when she was half-asleep in the middle of the night, she could still hear the sound of Cui Heng leaving.

He seemed never to sleep.

Luo Wanqing didn’t ask what he did when he left in the middle of the night. She knew that having Cui Heng as her Shadow Envoy was complete overkill. Cui Heng’s role was more to guide her through the entrance period. Once she could stand on her own, she would probably be assigned another Shadow Envoy.

For such a talented person to have other uses within the Supervision Department was quite normal.

This continued for two days until the seventh day of the third month, when Cui Heng didn’t come to pick her up.

Dao Zhen relayed a message for her, saying gently, “Young Master Guanlan has business today. Inspector Liu should return on her own.”

Luo Wanqing had just crawled out of a formation when she heard Dao Zhen’s words and asked with some confusion: “What business does he have?”

Dao Zhen smiled and only said: “The Supervision Department summoned people for business today. After Inspector Liu returns, don’t go out. Young Master Guanlan asked me to tell you to rest well tonight and not over tire yourself.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing nodded, but curiosity arose in her heart. For the Supervision Department to summon even a Shadow Envoy, something significant must have happened. What could it be?

But she knew Dao Zhen wouldn’t tell her, so she didn’t say more. After bidding farewell to Dao Zhen, she supported herself up and returned to her room.

After washing up, the maid extinguished the lights. She stood up and went to the window to gaze at the distant back mountain.

The back mountain was quiet, where Xie Heng resided. It was like a faint lamp, hanging high in the middle of the mountain.

Luo Wanqing stared at that solitary light in the mountain, her heart unable to remain calm.

Two days had passed—hadn’t Li Guiyu come yet?

As she stood at the window, frowning in thought, Zhang Yiran was supervising construction work in the suburbs.

The rainy season was approaching, but many embankments in the eastern capital’s suburbs were still not completed, so he had been assigned to oversee day and night construction.

He walked along the waterway, patted the newly built embankment, observed and confirmed there were no problems, then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the river workers with sympathy: “You all go rest first. Let the next shift come.”

“Minister Zhang,” seeing this, the river workers said urgently, “You should also go rest. You’ve been at it all day. How can a scholar like you endure such hardship?”

“It’s nothing.”

Zhang Yiran shook his head, only saying: “The embankment construction is urgent. I’ll stay with you all…”

“Young Master!”

Before he could finish, an anxious voice rang out. Zhang Yiran quickly turned around to see his family servant Zhang Rong running over, being led by someone as he jumped into the waterway, excitedly saying: “Young Master, they’ve left!”

Zhang Yiran was puzzled for a moment, then remembered this was something he had instructed Zhang Rong about before leaving.

The mission that death row prisoner had given him was to watch the neighboring Guang’an Prince’s mansion, but he had daily official duties and could only delegate to his family, then take shifts with them.

When he was there, he would watch. When he wasn’t, his mother and servants would watch.

His house was extremely close to Guang’an Prince’s mansion—any movement could be heard. He had therefore instructed his household that if any ordinary carriages without imperial markings traveled at night, they should inform him.

According to their Great Xia’s regulations, different ranks used different carriage markers. The imperial family had imperial markers, noble houses had their family crests, and scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants each had their markers.

At Guang’an Prince’s mansion, even vegetable delivery carts bore imperial markings.

These past two days, they hadn’t spotted any ordinary carriages leaving Guang’an Prince’s mansion, and he had almost forgotten about it due to his busy schedule.

Hearing Zhang Rong’s words, Zhang Yiran quickly asked: “When did they leave?”

“Half an hour ago,” Zhang Rong said urgently. “I came to find you as soon as they left.”

Zhang Yiran nodded. Neither Zhang Rong nor his mother could play the flute, so he hadn’t left the flute with them. Half an hour ago, they departed…

If they were only going somewhere in the eastern capital, they should have arrived anywhere by now.

Thinking this, Zhang Yiran pressed his lips together, quickly took out the short flute from his sleeve, and played the agreed-upon “West Lake Willows” melody.

As the melody sounded, Luo Wanqing was standing at the window, gazing at Xie Heng’s distant residence. Hearing this tune, she was startled, then realized that today’s major event was Li Guiyu coming to find Xie Heng!

Cui Heng had been called away, so Xie Heng should currently be surrounded by experts. Could she get through?

She thought about it—this wasn’t something she could choose. The arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. She’d try first and see.

She changed into a black dress, put on her mask, and went downstairs directly.

These past two days she had grown familiar with the Supervision Department’s people. Everyone made way when they saw her. Some servants boldly asked with confusion: “Where is Inspector Liu going?”

“I’m restless at night, so I’m taking a walk,” Luo Wanqing explained calmly, then instructed: “You all carry on with your business.”

With that, Luo Wanqing made her way around to the foot of the back mountain. Looking up at the heights, she followed the concealment methods Cui Heng had taught her, hiding her aura as she leaped upward.

The entire back mountain was filled with mechanisms, but fortunately, they were ones she had seen at Zhenbao Tower. Though she had only glanced at them once, she roughly remembered the principles of these mechanisms. With a little thought, she could avoid them silently.

When she reached Xie Heng’s courtyard, she had expected there would be many people, but unexpectedly the entire courtyard was empty—only Xie Heng and Li Guiyu were in the room.

Luo Wanqing landed silently in a corner, hiding among the flower beds. From a distance she could see the nearby room had its windows and door open, brightly lit all around. Li Guiyu and Xie Heng sat facing each other. A scroll of documents seemed to be placed in front of Xie Heng. His expression was grave as he looked down in silence.

Li Guiyu took a sip of tea and said calmly, “Director Xie should also understand my situation. I’m different from them. I know what Director Xie wants and what they care about, but I don’t. As long as Director Xie agrees to help me,” Li Guiyu looked up at Xie Heng, “whatever you want to accomplish, I will spare no effort to help you. The Qin Jue case is an excellent opportunity for us.”

As he spoke, Luo Wanqing felt Li Guiyu seemed to glance in her direction.

She didn’t know if he had detected her presence. Her heart raced as she lay in the flower bed, not daring to move.

She stared at the distant Xie Heng, pondering Li Guiyu’s words, waiting for Xie Heng’s answer.

What did Xie Heng want? Why did others care about it while Li Guiyu didn’t?

What were those documents on the table, and why did Xie Heng keep staring at them?

And Xie Heng—how did he view Li Guiyu?

She stared intently at that clear, cold youth who looked like he was carved from ice and jade.

He wore plain single robes, with only a black sandalwood hairpin on his forehead, prayer beads on his hands, and a black bead chain around his waist securing his robes.

Luo Wanqing recognized it—this was Qianji. He appeared to be simply receiving guests, but his entire body was armed with killing devices.

Listening to Li Guiyu’s words, he flipped through the documents on the table and said softly: “To tell the truth, what Your Highness said does move me. I do indeed wish to ally with Your Highness for mutual benefit.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing’s heart sank slightly. Li Guiyu remained unhurried and smiled: “What other concerns does the Director have?”

“But Luo Wanqing is dead.”

Xie Heng spoke, and both Li Guiyu and Luo Wanqing were stunned.

Li Guiyu suppressed his emotions and only asked: “What does the Director mean?”

“If she weren’t dead, there would still be room for negotiation. I would be willing to conspire with Your Highness. But the dead cannot be brought back to life,” Xie Heng looked up, staring quietly at Li Guiyu. “No matter what I do, I cannot restore her.”

“I never imagined,” Li Guiyu laughed coldly, “that after my young lady’s death, she could still receive such concern from the Director?”

“I owe her one thing,” Xie Heng said indifferently. “I couldn’t give her an answer while she lived. Now that she’s dead, I’ll give her an accounting.”

With that, Xie Heng looked up at Li Guiyu and said calmly: “I’m very grateful for Your Highness’s intentions. I won’t see you out.”

Li Guiyu didn’t speak. He seemed to be observing Xie Heng. After a long while, he smiled and said gently, “For the sake of a dead person, Director Xie, is it worth it?”

“Whether it’s worth it is not for you to judge.”

Xie Heng lowered his eyes, picked up the nearby teacup, and said indifferently: “Get out.”

“Very well. Then let’s pretend we never met tonight. But Director Xie, I must warn you—giving my young lady an accounting,” Li Guiyu stood up, looked at Xie Heng, his tone turning cold, “is not your place.”

As soon as the words fell, Xie Heng’s teacup flew directly at Li Guiyu as he shouted angrily: “Get lost!”

Li Guiyu touched his toe to the ground and landed outside the door. He looked coldly toward Luo Wanqing’s direction and sent a sword qi slashing over!

That sword qi came fiercely. If Luo Wanqing didn’t move, she would likely be split in half on the spot.

Luo Wanqing didn’t dare take it head-on. She rolled on the ground and, without hesitation, charged outward.

However, Li Guiyu seemed to have predicted her movement. A cold arrow shot out from his sleeve. Luo Wanqing spun and leaped, the cold arrow grazing past her chest, nearly slicing her throat.

The arrow brought icy pain. Luo Wanqing didn’t dare linger and ran wildly toward the forest.

Li Guiyu watched that figure leaping over the wall and escaping, his brow furrowing slightly.

He seemed to be getting sicker and sicker.

He felt this assassin somehow resembled his young lady?

How could that be possible?

Luo Wanqing usually could barely manage running, so where would she get such agile martial arts skills?

This was a specially trained assassin. How could she resemble Luo Wanqing?

Not daring to let Xie Heng notice his abnormality, he suppressed all emotions and turned around: “I’ve cleared away the unclean thing. Have someone collect the corpse. Director Xie, farewell.”

Xie Heng glanced at Li Guiyu but said nothing.

He then looked toward where the spy had fled. Li Guiyu had struck too quickly, and that person had run too fast—he hadn’t seen the figure.

What kind of person could infiltrate this place? Someone from Fengyu Pavilion? Which assassin organization?

Or… Liu Xiniang?

When this name surfaced, Xie Heng almost wanted to laugh, but upon reflection, he felt it couldn’t possibly be Liu Xiniang.

Recently, he had observed her—she showed no signs of having been trained, truly understanding nothing.

She had been diligent in training and showed no interest in “Xie Heng,” nor any curiosity about him, this Shadow Envoy who took the name “Cui Heng.” If she were an assassin sent to kill Xie Heng, she shouldn’t be so aimless.

Though he didn’t know what strange encounter she had had, she probably wasn’t at the Supervision Department to cause trouble.

Most importantly…

Xie Heng looked helplessly toward the suburbs, carefully listening to the position of the flute sound.

That flute had been playing for a long time. He and Liu Xiniang had agreed on three notes, but she had turned them into an entire melody.

This flute was a new invention from the Supervision Department, produced in extremely limited quantities, each with a different tone. He could recognize this one as Liu Xiniang’s at a single hearing.

In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, what was she doing running to the suburbs?

Xie Heng was puzzled. He stood up, changed his clothes, and called for Xuanshan to enter, instructing: “A spy infiltrated earlier. Go pursue them—I want to see them alive or their corpse if dead.”

Xuanshan was startled, not expecting someone could infiltrate the Supervision Department, then immediately said gravely: “Yes, I’ll investigate immediately.”

With that, Xuanshan looked up and saw Xie Heng had changed clothes, asking with confusion: “Is the Director going out again?”

“Mm.”

Xie Heng responded but didn’t explain, directly opening the door and walking out.

Xuanshan swept the surroundings with his eyes, saw the traces Luo Wanqing had left, and immediately ordered people to begin searching the mountain.

Luo Wanqing escaped from Xie Heng’s residence and immediately sealed her meridians.

Her wound hurt with burning pain, as if torn open. This kind of pain wasn’t normal, and since Li Guiyu hadn’t pursued her, she realized she must have been poisoned.

She poured out a detoxifying pill from a bottle and swallowed it, then began running down the mountain. She had only reached halfway when she heard searching sounds from above.

Luo Wanqing felt somewhat cold. Supporting herself against a tree and listening to the sounds, she realized she couldn’t return.

She couldn’t hold on much longer. If she returned, she would likely faint directly in her room, and the Supervision Department could easily discover her with a simple search.

She found it difficult to think about what to do, but instinctively knew she couldn’t expose her identity first.

No matter what, she had to make decisions while still conscious.

But who could help her now?

Cui Heng’s figure flashed through her mind, but she immediately dismissed it.

Cui Heng was good to her, but she didn’t trust him completely.

After thinking, she had only one choice left: Qin Jue.

Qin Jue wasn’t part of the Supervision Department and wouldn’t immediately take action against her.

Moreover, she had saved him, and he was grateful to her.

Plus, he knew she was looking for Xiang Sizi to get the mother insect for Zhang Jiuran.

For now, they were allies.

Luo Wanqing had no time to hesitate. Using her last breath, she stumbled and staggered to Qin Jue’s courtyard, picked the lock on his door, and called out breathlessly: “Qin Jue!”

When Qin Jue opened the door, he saw Luo Wanqing severely wounded at his doorstep and frowned: “What happened to you?”

“Take me inside first and give me some medicine.”

Hearing this, Qin Jue pressed his lips together, looked around, and then helped Luo Wanqing into the house.

He asked with confusion: “Where did you get these injuries?”

“The Supervision Department is investigating me. Help me cover this up.” Luo Wanqing gasped as she listed a bunch of detoxifying medicines, saying hoarsely: “Do you have them?”

“I need to look for them.”

Qin Jue looked at the blood staining her chest red and said, “But you need to tell me clearly what exactly you’re doing.”

“I want to trick the mother insect away from Xiang Sizi,” Luo Wanqing said in a low voice. “But I need to gain his trust first. He said if I listened to the conversation between Li Guiyu and Director Xie, I would agree to assassinate Director Xie. So I went to eavesdrop, and tomorrow I’ll go find Xiang Sizi and pretend to agree.”

“Pretend to agree?” Qin Jue seemed doubtful. “Is it pretending?”

“What else?” Luo Wanqing looked up at him. “If I were from Fengyu Pavilion, would you still be alive now?”

This statement made Qin Jue pause.

Luo Wanqing took another detoxifying pill, sat cross-legged on the bed, circulated her internal energy to suppress the poison, and said in a low voice: “You can choose not to trust me and let the Supervision Department go to Xiang Sizi for the mother insect.”

But the Supervision Department wouldn’t save the assassin Zhang Jiuran.

Qin Jue understood Luo Wanqing’s meaning, pressed his lips together, and turned around: “I’ll look for the medicine.”

With that, Qin Jue went to the adjacent room and began searching for the herbs Luo Wanqing needed. He had been searching for only a moment when Zhuque’s voice came from outside: “Qin Jue? Are you there, Qin Jue?”

Hearing this, Qin Jue’s expression changed slightly. He immediately put down the herbs and went to the courtyard gate to open the door. Zhuque led people in a glance around the courtyard, only asking: “Have you seen an injured person?”

“No.”

Qin Jue shook his head and asked with confusion: “What happened?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Seeing this, Zhuque didn’t suspect him and only said: “Then I’ll go first.”

With that, Zhuque led his people to continue searching elsewhere.

Qin Jue closed the door, returned to the room, found the herbs Luo Wanqing needed, and began brewing medicine according to her instructions.

The medicine took half an hour to brew, and at this time, Xie Heng rushed all the way to the suburbs to find the flute player.

The person was well hidden, concealed behind a tree, playing “West Lake Willows” over and over again.

He seemed uncertain whether he was making sound, unsure if the other party had heard, but remembering his previous promise, he could only play repeatedly.

The moonlight was just right, and peach blossoms from Huguo Temple drifted down with the wind. Xie Heng listened to the person behind the tree playing and couldn’t help but slow his pace.

He had always known she was very clever, learned everything quickly, had excellent martial arts, and a beautiful sword-wielding stance, but he never knew she also had considerable skill in flute playing.

This “West Lake Willows” was played by “her” with clear, upright notes, carrying the gentle warmth of Jiangnan willow moonlight, yet not appearing soft.

It was somewhat similar to her naturally cool demeanor.

“Enough,” seeing the person continue endlessly, Xie Heng walked behind the tree and said gently, “Stop playing. I heard you, I’ve come.”

The flute sound behind the tree stopped. Xie Heng wore a gilt mask, held a fan in one hand, and came around the tree. Looking down, he met a pair of bewildered eyes.

Xie Heng was stunned, then saw the person sitting on a stone bench under the tree, his azure robes stained with mud, holding a short flute, asking with confusion: “Who might you be?”

Xie Heng’s expression changed instantly. Looking down at the short flute in his hand, he immediately realized something.

“Zhang Yiran,” he stared at the young man, feeling anger rise more obviously than ever before. He couldn’t help but laugh coldly: “Where is Liu Xiniang?!”