The insect seemed to possess intelligence, swiftly navigating through the darkness and avoiding obstacles. Upon reaching the bedside, it nimbly climbed up the bedpost.

Once atop the bed, the black bug hesitated for a moment.

Two people?

Just as the bug hesitated, Jiang Si opened her eyes and flicked her finger.

The bug was struck on its head, tumbling off the bed and crawling dazedly towards the exit.

Yu Jin watched the black bug intently as it crawled towards the door, his tone complex: “A Si, aren’t you… afraid?”

Jiang Si gave Yu Jin an amused look.

She was quite surprised that A Jin still hadn’t accepted the reality of the situation.

“I’m the Wu Miao Holy Maiden who has mastered the art of insect control,” Jiang Si explained calmly.

Yu Jin stroked his chin, watching the black bug wriggle its tiny body through the door crack, and asked, “Shall we follow it?”

The bedside lamp casts a faint light, giving Jiang Si’s expression a mysterious air.

She smiled and said softly, “No rush. Let’s wait a bit before going out.”

The room fell silent once more.

After crawling out, the black bug seemed to have a destination in mind, heading straight for a particular spot.

Branches swayed slightly, revealing a man hiding there.

Seeing the black bug approach, the man’s eyes lit up, and he extended his hand.

As it had done countless times before, the black bug crawled up and coiled itself in the man’s palm.

“Success?” The man smiled, whispering to himself.

Of course, he wasn’t speaking to the bug, but congratulating himself on completing the task smoothly.

Such an easy completion of the mission was indeed worth celebrating, but he still needed to go in and confirm.

As the man was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingertip.

He looked down to see the black bug biting his left middle finger.

The left middle finger is connected to the heart meridian, and it’s extremely dangerous for venom to enter from this point.

The man’s expression changed, and his other hand moved like lightning to pinch the bug.

However, the bug was faster. It arched its body and leaped, splatting onto the man’s face.

The man let out a miserable scream, desperately clawing at his face.

Hearing this scream, Jiang Si pulled Yu Jin up: “Alright, let’s go take a look.”

Jiang Zhan and the others also heard the commotion.

Soon, lights began to come on, and rustling sounds could be heard.

Seeing Yu Jin walk out with a handsome young man, Jiang Zhan stared blankly.

“It’s A Si,” Yu Jin said directly, not bothering to ponder what Jiang Zhan was thinking.

Jiang Zhan rolled his eyes, his expression becoming quite complex.

He had never imagined that recognizing his sister would be such a difficult task. Fourth Sister disguising herself as Miss A Hua one moment and as a man the next—what was she trying to do?

Jiang Si spoke up: “Let’s go see what’s happening.”

By the time they arrived at the source of the sound, the man was already convulsing and rolling on the ground, unable to make a sound.

“Bring him into the room,” Yu Jin instructed, leading Jiang Si back.

Long Dan looked left and right, seeing Old Qin on one side and Jiang Zhan on the other. Resigned, he picked up the man.

Inside the room, the lights were as bright as day.

Long Dan threw the man onto the floor. Upon seeing the man’s face clearly, he drew in a sharp breath: “Tsk, why would this man do something so foolish?”

The man’s face had been clawed to a bloody mess, his original features unrecognizable. All ten of his fingers were dripping with blood, with bits of flesh still clinging to them.

As for the black bug, it was now perched on the man’s neck, wriggling as it sucked its master’s blood.

“What is that?” Jiang Zhan’s eyes were wide with shock.

Long Dan made a disgusted face: “A big black blood-sucking bug!”

Yu Jin maintained his expressionless demeanor and asked Jiang Si: “Not keeping him alive?”

Jiang Zhan was startled, looking at Yu Jin with an odd expression. He thought to himself: Why is His Highness asking Fourth Sister? Logically, she shouldn’t even be allowed to see this scene. What if it frightens her?

The very sister her brother was worrying about stepped forward and picked up the now plumper black bug.

The bug’s antennae were still stained with blood as it raised its body to look innocently at Jiang Si.

“Go in,” Jiang Si pointed to her sleeve.

The bug struggled for a moment before silently crawling in.

Jiang Zhan was shocked: “It, it—”

“Don’t worry, Second Brother. It won’t bite people indiscriminately,” Jiang Si reassured him.

Looking at his sister’s faint smile, Jiang Zhan wanted to slap himself.

He must be dreaming!

He turned his stiff neck to look at Yu Jin, only to find him completely unfazed.

Jiang Zhan secretly pinched himself.

The pain confirmed he wasn’t dreaming, leaving him even more bewildered.

If this wasn’t a dream, why had his sister changed so much?

Long Dan looked at Jiang Zhan sympathetically, thinking: It seems Second Young Master Jiang doesn’t understand the situation at all. The Princess Consort doesn’t even blink at seeing dead people, so what’s a mere bug to her?

Old Qin also looked at Jiang Zhan with sympathy, silently thinking: Second Young Master probably doesn’t know that the Princess Consort took him in because he can kill people, does he?

Jiang Zhan: “…” Why were they all looking at him? Didn’t they find this strange at all?

Yu Jin kicked the man on the ground lightly: “Stop pretending to be dead. Get up and talk, or I’ll put the bug back on you.”

The man, who had been planning to hold out a bit longer, suddenly sat up. He looked at Yu Jin with his horrifying face, his eyes filled with confusion and terror.

He wasn’t afraid of the man before him, but rather terrified of why the ink bug he had raised for so long had turned against its master.

“Who are you?” Yu Jin asked.

The man remained silent.

Yu Jin frowned: “Since you don’t want to talk, let’s just kill him. Long Dan—”

Long Dan was taken aback.

This interrogation method seemed a bit crude and violent.

“Hm?” Yu Jin raised an eyebrow in displeasure.

Long Dan snapped back to attention: “Yes, of course.”

He pulled out a dagger and moved it towards the man’s heart.

The man’s face turned pale as he shouted: “I’ll talk!”

The dagger’s tip was already pressing against his chest, piercing through his outer garment and breaking the skin. If he had spoken a moment later, his life would have been over.

The man trembled like a sieve, nearly collapsing on the ground. Only one thought remained in his mind: This person is insane. Who kills someone just because they don’t respond to a single question?

“Speak. Which tribe are you from?” Yu Jin asked expressionlessly.

The man glanced at the dagger in his chest, his meaning clear: Remove the dagger so I can speak.

Yu Jin nodded understandingly and instructed Long Dan: “No need to withdraw the dagger. If he hesitates, just stab him.”

The man: “…”

Deeply aware that his life meant nothing to these people, the man lowered his head and said weakly: “I’m from the Wu Miao tribe—”

A cold laugh interrupted him, followed by a chilly voice: “You’re lying.”

The man couldn’t help but look at the speaker.

It was a handsome young man who was coldly staring at him.

The black bug hiding in the sleeve sensed the movement and carefully poked out its head.

Jiang Si pushed the bug back in, her gaze growing colder.

The black bug raised by the man was called an ink bug, a rare species. In the female-dominated Wu Miao tribe, no man would have the right to raise such a creature.

A man who would frame the Wu Miao tribe and raise a rare insect—

“Why did the Xue Miao tribe send you to assassinate the Prince of Yan?” Jiang Si asked calmly.