Your Majesty, the Empress Runs Again

Shen Xin stepped on the broken iron shoes that he had found everywhere and obtained them effortlessly. Shen Xin had a premonition that the thing that those people were looking for must be on this painting. Qin Ao's men had been looking for Shen Xin, so she had accidentally returned to the Shen Palace tonight. She did not expect to find this secret in Shen Zhui's study.

He slowly picked up the painting on the ground. This painting was clearly quite old, even the pendant was somewhat faded, and the maid's face had become blurry from the passage of time. Only the part of the cloth in the maid's hand remained intact. had entered and exited Shen Zhui's study many times but he had never observed this painting so carefully before. Shen Zhui was not an elegant person, so when Shen Xin first saw this painting, he thought that he did not pay too much attention to it either.

He rubbed the maid's map with his fingertip and soon found out what was special about it. The piece in the servant girl's hand was not a piece of cloth she had drawn, but rather a piece of white paper. He gently pulled the white paper out of the drawing. After unfolding it, he found that it was completely white. Besides touching it, he felt that it was a bit uncomfortable. There was nothing on it.

This little trick was too simple for Shen Xin, the words on the white paper had been treated with special materials. When Shen Xin pondered over the white paper a little, he knew that he was writing on it using iodine rice soup. When the words were dry, the white paper would emit a faint fragrance. If it wasn't for the fact that Shen Xin was sensitive to smell, he wouldn't have been able to detect any odors. Iodine Rice Soup was a kind of uncommon medical solution used in this world, which was used by coroners to preserve corpses. Iodine rice soup can also be used to write confidential letters, but very few people use it.

The iodine rice soup appears in red ink, but red ink is rare, only in the palace. Red ink was used by the palace steward to record the days of concubines, and it was now in the hands of Eunuch Chen. Shen Xin was not in a hurry to investigate the secrets, since the thing was already in his hand, he would think about it further.

After putting the white paper back into his bosom, Shen Xin did not delay any longer in the Shen Palace, what if Qin Ao's men were to be caught red-handed? Shen Xin had never been an arrogant person, but in the ancient times when there was inner force, there were many powerful martial artists, so up until now, she still did not know what Qin Ao's actual martial arts were.

"Mistress, this subordinate has found out that someone has gone to the Shen Mansion. Your subordinate was too late. Long San was brought back to the Dragon Guard Battalion to be punished. Now, beside Qin Ao was Long Er, Long San's younger brother. In the Dragon Guards Battalion, ability had always been used to determine the order. Although Long Er was his younger brother's ability, in reality, he was above Long San.

"Yes." Qin Ao did not even raise his head, he only replied coldly, and Long Er went down to receive his punishment. Who would have thought that the first person to return would end up in failure. Why did the Empress not play his cards according to common sense? He continuously stayed in the Shen Mansion for five days, the Empress really knew how to choose time.

In the dead of night, a figure landed in the backyard of the Shen residence. A moment later, a black shadow followed closely behind, "Who exactly are you? Why are you going against me? " The two fought with great difficulty, and were on par with each other. There was clearly a powerful aura fluctuating in the air, but the surrounding area was not damaged at all. It was enough to see just how high their martial arts were. One of them finally spoke. It was a middle-aged man's voice.

"Depends on your abilities." The other party seemed to be deliberately lowering his voice. He only said four words before stopping. The movements in his hands became even more vicious as if he wanted to kill the person in front of him.

"I won't bother with such a suicidal tactic. Goodbye." The middle-aged man sucked in a deep breath. He probably hadn't expected that the other party would actually want to perish together with him. It was too shocking for him. He had no choice but to use his palm to quickly flee.

"Pu ~" After the middle-aged man left, the man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood. He pulled back his sleeves and a black thread extended towards his chest. A few minutes later, a breeze blew past. There was no one there, only the bloodstains on the ground confirming that someone had been here before.