It was ten o'clock at night.
In the rear courtyard of the Minister of Rites' Mansion in the Zhou Kingdom.
Yan Ruxue stood in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.
Her charming, almond-shaped eyes blinked softly, reflecting the countless stars, her thoughts a mystery.
After a long while, Yan Ruxue slowly drew her gaze from the night sky and looked straight ahead.
Seeing the woman walking toward her, Yan Ruxue's eyes curved into a smile. "Xiao Qing, what is it? Did you find out?"
"Sister, I did." Xiao Qing nodded, handing over a bamboo slip. "According to the intelligence gathered by Tinghai Pavilion, everything about Jiang Qingyi's life—from verifiable facts to baseless rumors—is all in here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Qing."
Yan Ruxue took the bamboo slip, her Divine Sense sweeping over it.
In a single breath, Yan Ruxue scanned through the thirty thousand characters contained on the slip.
"How interesting."
