On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

A flaw appeared in Chapter 2257.

"How is it?" Miaoqin placed the guqin on the stone table and asked directly.

The assassin bowed and reported, "Miss, the matter has been completed."

Zhou Zhenghang is dead. He acted swiftly and cleanly, without alerting anyone.

Upon hearing this, Miaoqin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

She raised her hand to smooth a strand of hair at her temple and asked, "Where's the mask? Did he bring back the mask from his face?"

The assassin's expression froze, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes.

He was so engrossed in his work that he completely forgot about wearing the mask.

Seeing that he hesitated and didn't speak, Miaoqin's smile gradually faded, her eyes turned cold, and she stared at him, pressing him for an answer: "What is it?"

The assassin felt a cold sweat break out on his back as he was swept by Miaoqin's icy gaze.

He knew Miaoqin's methods all too well. If she found out that he had forgotten to wear his mask and failed to do his job properly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He composed himself and forced a calm demeanor, saying, "Reporting to Miss, the mask has been brought back."

However, when I returned just now, there were many people around, and I was afraid of attracting attention, so I temporarily put it in a safe place.

Once you've chosen your candidate, I'll go and disguise him, then send him to Baixing Teahouse to take over the business. There won't be any problems."

Miaoqin frowned slightly, her suspicions not completely dissipating.

Before she could ask any further questions, a distinguished guest called out from the front hall, his voice urging her on.

"Miss, our distinguished guests are asking when you will be returning," a maid whispered a reminder.

Miaoqin glanced at the assassin, then turned to look towards the front hall. She could only suppress her doubts for the time being and said coldly, "Since that's the case, you should handle things more efficiently. Whether it's removing the mask, changing your appearance, or taking over the teahouse, you must be meticulous and leave no trace."

"Yes, I understand!" the assassin replied hastily, bowing deeply. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Miaoqin said no more, turned around, picked up her guqin, and strode into the front hall. She put on a proper smile again and continued to entertain the distinguished guests.

The assassin watched her retreating figure and let out a long sigh of relief.

He had just turned around when he met the maid's ambiguous gaze, a gaze that seemed to penetrate him, as if she had already seen through his lies.

The assassin's heart tightened, and he instinctively took a step back, asking in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

The maidservant suddenly chuckled softly, her voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of probing: "Why are you so nervous? Perhaps you're lying?"

"Lying?" The assassin's eyes flickered, and he quickly denied it, raising his hand, still stained with dark red blood, and waving it. "What lie am I telling? Look, the blood on my hand isn't even dry yet."

The maid glanced at the blood on his hand and smiled even more: "Miss always only cares about the result, not the process."

So what if you have blood on your hands? How can you kill someone without seeing blood? That proves nothing.

She stepped forward, her tone carrying a subtle threat: "However, whether you actually succeeded in killing him, whether you really killed Zhou Zhenghang, and whether you left any future problems, I have no idea."

After all, the prison was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and the officials from the governor's mansion weren't pushovers either.

The assassin's breath caught in his throat, and a wave of fear washed over him.

The maid's words were like a thorn, piercing his heart.

He had indeed forgotten to wear a mask, and now he was being questioned like this. If Miaoqin investigated later, he would have no way to defend himself.

No, I have to go to the prison again and retrieve the mask before I can feel at ease.

He couldn't afford to argue with the maid anymore, nor did he care to ponder the deeper meaning of her words. He only felt that every second he delayed increased the risk.

He nodded hastily to the maid, turned and walked away quickly, his footsteps so hurried that they even stirred up a gust of wind.

The maid watched his hasty retreat, a silent sneer curling at the corner of her lips, a calculating glint in her eyes.

She turned and walked into the front hall, quietly standing in a corner, her gaze fixed on Miaoqin, seemingly plotting something.

Inside the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, the night was deep.

Yan Ruyu sat by the window in the study, holding a record in her hand, listening to the report from the guards.

"Master, the assassins Miaoqin sent have gone to the prison and killed the double."

Yan Ruyu took a sip of tea, showing no surprise in her eyes, and said calmly, "As expected."

She put down her teacup and instructed, "Go and tell that fake Zhou Zhenghang this news, let him know that someone is eager to kill him."

"Yes, I will take care of it immediately." The guard bowed and replied, then turned and left.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the study, followed by Song Ping's voice: "Your Highness, Constable Cui Chong has arrived. He says he has urgent business to discuss and looks very flustered."

Yan Ruyu raised her eyes: "Let him in."

A moment later, Cui Chong strode into the study, his clothes stained with blood, his face showing exhaustion and urgency. As soon as he entered, he bowed and said, "Your Highness, something has happened!"

Yan Ruyu frowned slightly as she looked at the bloodstains on his body: "What happened? Did something go wrong in the prison?"

"Exactly!" Cui Chong quickly replied, "The assassin returned and ran right into our yamen runners who were on duty."

The two sides clashed on the spot. The assassin was highly skilled, and our men were no match for him. One of our men was seriously injured, and two others sustained minor injuries and urgently need medical treatment!

His voice was urgent, and his face was full of anxiety: "Your Highness, your medical skills are superb. Please have mercy and save our brothers!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu got up and walked out without saying a word: "Take me to see."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Cui Chong was overjoyed and quickly followed Yan Ruyu's footsteps, adding as they walked, "The assassin, seeing that he had failed and fearing our superior numbers, had already escaped in the chaos."

Governor Cao has already surrounded the governor's mansion with his men and is searching it thoroughly, but they're afraid they won't be able to catch him anytime soon.

Yan Ruyu continued walking, her tone calm as she said, "Saving lives is the priority."

The group hurried to a side courtyard next to the governor's prison, where the injured yamen runners had already been carried.

The side courtyard was brightly lit, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The seriously injured constable lay on the door panel, a deep knife wound in his chest from which blood was still seeping. His face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and he had fallen into a coma.

The other two lightly injured constables sat to the side, their arms and shoulders wrapped in strips of cloth, which were also soaked with blood, and their faces were full of pain.

Yan Ruyu quickly walked to the side of the seriously injured constable, squatted down, reached out to check his pulse, and then examined the condition of his wounds.

She said with a grave expression, "He has lost too much blood and we must stop the bleeding immediately, otherwise he won't last long."

She turned to the people around her and instructed them, "Everyone, get out and guard the door. Don't let anyone come in and disturb us."

"Yes!" Cui Chong and Song Ping quickly replied, leading the others to leave the side courtyard and close the door behind them.

Without further hesitation, Yan Ruyu entered the space with a thought.