Chapter 93.2 Exploring The Yun Ancestor's Temple at Night
"Oh!" You Wuming raised his eyebrows and revealed a smile that deserved a beating, "It fits then."
"So the person who gave my Yun clan's royal family poison is this Yun Zhihuo!" Yun Xuzhou clenched her fist, "No, That's not right. He is just the knife. The one holding the knife is the Temple of Heaven! What a Temple of Heaven! Ah, everything fits right now! The name of Yun Zhizhuo is really aimed at my Yun clan. He appeared in the ancestral temple, and Little Yang got the new bloodworm eggs after he went to the clan meeting. If it's not him, who else can it be!"
Yun Xuzhou couldn't help but raise her fist and slammed it heavily on the table: "Yun Zhizhuo, why did he die!"
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming glanced at each other.
Yun Xuzhou is really a person that does not stick to trifles--She really has nothing wrong when dealing with major events and grasping the general direction. However, in small matters, she is careless and disordered.
You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan met Yun Zhizhuo in Bai state, and he died that day too. Three days later, You Wuming's group came to Yun state. Yun Xuzhou went to the clan meeting and couldn't come to pick them up herself--On the day of the clan meeting, because of extreme hatred, King Bai burned Yun Zhizhuo's body, turned his bones into ashes and was left scattered. How can he poison Yun Xuyang?
The two looked at each other quietly and calmly.
Go to the ancestral temple then.
To meet and to know the Old Emperor of Yun clan, who was so powerful five hundred years ago.
It's just that there is no evidence at the moment. If they rashly say that they suspect someone's ancestor, they must be looking for a fight then. They have to think of a way to save the country.
"It doesn't matter. If one Yun Zhizhuo died, there are still a lot of people who are still alive." You Wuming smiled lightly. "Regent Ruler, are you going to arrest people in Tiandu? I will help you."
Yun Xuzhou nodded: "Let's cooperate then!"
Sang Yuanyuan looked a little hesitant and said slowly in a low voice: "I think this matter has too many implications. Before we start, is there any way for you to take me to the ancestral temple to take a look at the hall with my own eyes--If there is any misunderstanding caused by my poor painting skill, it will be too terrible by then."
Yun Xuzhou somewhat awkwardly said: "The Old Ancestor wants to rest peacefully, so no one dares to disturb the ancestral temple on the day when there's no clan meeting."
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming glanced at each other calmly.
Sang Yuanyuan asked: "How is the Old Ancestor's health? Has the Old Ancestor been paralyzed in bed all the time? Or can the Old Ancestor get up and move occasionally?"
Yun Xuzhou shook her head slowly: "For so many years, no one has ever seen the Old Ancestor leave that bed."
"Otherwise, let's go quietly in the middle of the night? In this way, we won't disturb anyone at all." Sang Yuanyuan winked cunningly. "Anyway, the Old Ancestor can't get out of the bed and we won't appear in front of his eyes either."
Yun Xuzhou: "... Mulberry, this naughty look of yours is really very similar to Feng Chu!"
As soon as the words fell, Yun Xuzhou couldn't help but be stunned. The expression between her eyes was a little gloomy--That man, he was so interesting when he pretended to be a woman. How come that when he changed back into a man, he is so...
"Does the Regent Ruler want to be a naughty kid too?" Sang Yuanyuan blinked playfully. "Anyway, on the day of the clan meeting, the Regent Ruler was scolded by the Old Ancestor so even if you are caught again, at the worst you will only be scolded again. In any case, it's all being scolded by the Old Ancestor and it won't make any difference whether you get scolded several times more."
Yun Xuzhou: "..." Was convinced instantly.
"Alright then. We will just take a look at the hall." Yun Xuzhou patted the drawing paper on the table with her hand. "Indeed, it seems like a bit of child's play that I rashly determined that this is the ancestral temple just by looking at such a picture."
"What's wrong with the picture? Can our Mulberry's painting not do well?" You Wuming sat up lazily, grabbing the drawing paper and taking a look.
Then the corners of his mouth twitched, and twitched again.