She lifted her foot and headed towards the front hall.
Ye Jingyu had just seen off the last wave of guests. He looked up and saw her enter, "Have you finished what you wanted to do?"
"Finished, and yet not finished," Su Yunmo entered the room. "How much do you know about the Nanjiang princess who came for a marriage alliance back then?"
When her mother passed away, she was too young, and the only person in the manor related to her mother was the wet nurse. However, the wet nurse had died when she was four years old.
Before she died, she had only handed the glazed lock to her, telling her that it was her mother's most important遗物 and to keep it safe.
Other than that, she only knew about her mother through hearsay, knowing very little.
Seeing the confusion on her face, Ye Jingyu lowered his gaze and said, "Why are you suddenly asking this? What are you suspecting?"
Su Yunmo tightened her grip on the glazed lock in her hand and took a deep breath, "I just have a vague feeling that the reason Lin Ze'qu wanted to marry my mother might have been for the glazed lock from the beginning."
The Nanjiang scout from before said that Lin Ze'qu was also from Nanjiang. The reason he was expelled from Nanjiang back then was to steal treasures. Perhaps that treasure was the glazed lock.
Ye Jingyu was shocked, and his eyes gradually became serious. "There's something I haven't told you. Actually, the proposal for the Nanjiang marriage alliance back then was made by the Luo family."
Su Yunmo frowned fiercely, "The Luo family? Luo Yun'e's maiden family?"
Ye Jingyu nodded. "The head of the Luo family was a veteran of two dynasties and was highly valued by the late emperor. After the Nanjiang rebellion, he was the first to propose resolving the conflict between the two countries through a marriage alliance."
"Due to frequent natural disasters within the country at the time, and the ongoing stalemate with the Mingyi Kingdom, the late emperor agreed to this measure under internal and external pressure."
Su Yunmo clenched her fist, "Was Lin Ze'qu under the Luo family at that time?"
Ye Jingyu: "More accurately, Lin Ze'qu was promoted to the position of Marquis by the Luo family. He became famous in the battle of Nanjiang back then."
Su Yunmo's expression turned somewhat ugly.
She had always thought it was a tragedy that her mother married into another country for Nanjiang, but she never expected that to Lin Ze'qu, she was merely a pawn from beginning to end!
Ye Jingyu looked at the little girl's expression and hesitated to speak.
Linlang came in from outside, "Young master, the matters have been handled, and the items have been retrieved."
"I know," Su Yunmo suppressed the anger in her heart and greeted Ye Jingyu, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going back now."
Ye Jingyu swallowed back what he was about to say, "I'll have Ying Xiao prepare a carriage for you. Be careful on your way back."
"Okay," Su Yunmo nodded and left.
Ye Jingyu watched her until her figure disappeared from his sight before retracting his gaze.
Qianxue came in from outside, "My lord, the young lady looks very troubled. Why don't you just tell her about that matter?"
Ye Jingyu shook his head, "Some things, she must explore the truth herself. Some hatreds, any retelling by others would seem pale and powerless."
Qianxue sighed inwardly and looked up in the direction Su Yunmo had disappeared, "I hope the young lady can handle it when she knows the truth."
Meanwhile, Su Yunmo returned to the General's manor directly after leaving the Prince Yu's manor.
The items had already been moved into the room.
Su Yunmo waved her sleeve and put all these items into the glazed lock. "How is the Third Concubine?"
Linlang: "When my subordinate went to move the items, Marquis Lin was not in the manor. He returned later and, upon hearing the news, ordered the Third Concubine to be beaten and locked in the woodshed."
"Send someone to watch her secretly, don't let her die." Su Yunmo sat on the bed, rubbing her temples with a headache.
When her mother married into the manor, the Third Concubine was already there. In the entire Marquis's manor, no one knew more about the events of that year than the Third Concubine, except for Lin Ze'qu.
Keeping her might allow her to find out some important information in the future.
Linlang walked to her side and massaged her temples, "Should we send someone from our manor?"
"No, that would be too conspicuous. Let the Blood Alliance people..." Su Yunmo paused, suddenly remembering something, "Has Ziyuan's illness not recovered yet?"
She hadn't seen her for several days.
When Su Yunmo mentioned it, Linlang also found it strange, "She has been staying in her room these past few days. I went to see her twice but didn't see her."
Ziyuan is a martial artist, so she should be strong and healthy. Even if she caught a cold, it shouldn't be this severe.
"I'm a little worried, you come with me to see her." Su Yunmo got up and went outside.
Without Ziyuan by her side, she felt a little uneasy.
Linlang followed her outside, and the two arrived at Ziyuan's room door.
There was no sound from inside; it was quiet.
"Ziyuan?" Su Yunmo called out, instinctively pushing the door to go in.
The door did not open; it was locked.
Rustling sounds could be heard from inside.
After a while, Ziyuan replied, "Why has the master suddenly come? My illness hasn't recovered yet, and I cannot serve you for the time being."
"I know your illness hasn't recovered. Open the door, and I'll take your pulse." Su Yunmo knocked on the door.
Ziyuan paused for a moment, got out of bed, and walked to the door. "No need. Luoluo has already asked a doctor to see me, and they said it's just a cold. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"Open the door when I tell you to, don't talk so much nonsense." Su Yunmo frowned and crossed her arms. "If you don't open the door, I'll break in?"
Ziyuan's tone carried a hint of panic, "Master, please wait a moment. Let me get dressed."
Rustling sounds were heard again.
A moment later, the door was opened.
But Ziyuan did not come out.
She pressed the door with one hand, only revealing her head, her face full of helplessness. "Master, colds are contagious. It's best not to come near me."
Su Yunmo felt something was wrong and put on a stern face, "Extend your hand."
Ziyuan's hand trembled slightly. After a pause, she obediently extended her hand.
Su Yunmo took her wrist and felt her pulse, then breathed a sigh of relief. "It is indeed a cold. I have some medicine here. Take some, and drink plenty of hot water these few days."
Ziyuan, who usually appeared taciturn, was quite opinionated. She kept avoiding her, and Su Yunmo thought she had a serious health problem and was enduring it without saying anything.
The little girl took out a bottle of pills from her embrace and handed it over.
Ziyuan took the white porcelain bottle. "Thank you, Master. It's cold outside, please go back. I need to rest too."
Su Yunmo nodded and turned to leave.
After she left, Ziyuan closed the door, and the next second she collapsed on the ground.
She took out the hand she had been holding behind her back. Her wrist was wrapped with thick bandages, tightening the wound.
A special force seemed to spread throughout her body, invading her brain.
Ziyuan grunted, her expression momentarily becoming confused, but she quickly pulled out a dagger from her embrace and fiercely cut her own arm.
Blood instantly flowed out, and Ziyuan's consciousness was abruptly pulled back.
She leaned against the door frame and sat down, breathing heavily, then stood up and took bandages from the bed to wrap the wound.
Applying medicine and bandaging were done in one go, so skillfully that it was evident she had done it many times in the past few days.