Before leaving, Yu Jing deliberately took the time to go around and inform Wu Hantian, which meant to remind him. Wu Hantian only had a sullen expression on his face and did not respond. However, as soon as Yu Jingren left, he immediately asked someone to go to the clan's mansion to report to the official for the record, and also ordered seven or eight young men to come to the west courtyard to take custody of the person.
When Wu Sheyue came to the door, her shoulder was still aching. Then her arm was roughly pulled by the boy a few times, and the wound seemed to be bad again. It was obviously just a small wound as long as a slap, but it was caused extremely badly by repeated injuries.
A Li still didn't show up, and Sisi and Xiao Ling couldn't stop them, so they followed the boys from a distance.
Wu Sheyue didn't bother to imitate other people's complaints and was very cooperative along the way. She just withdrew her arm when she was being escorted and held it with her own hand.
Those people took her all the way to the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was in a more remote part of the back house. This was a place she had never been to before.
The ancestral hall is not big, just two circles smaller than the West Courtyard. However, the layout is simple and atmospheric. All the architectural colors are painted with dark varnish, which looks very dark and heavy.
Although the area is not overgrown with weeds and someone cleans it regularly, it still looks eerie and desolate. Coupled with the various memorial tablets that greet you as soon as you enter, it has the aura of a haunted house in a horror movie. Wu Sheyue vaguely remembered that Wu Jinghua was also detained here for a period of time. She must have been scared to death at that time.
Wu Sheyue walked through the door, and the boy behind her pushed her. Wu Sheyue turned around, and the leader of the servant said with a dull face: "Master said, Third Miss, you have to repent here in front of your ancestors, and pray for prosperity in the house and peace for the ancestors. Paper, pen, and mat slaves are all here. It’s ready, so Miss Third, please stay busy here while the slaves go down first.”
She didn't speak. As the dark brown wooden door with carved railings was closed, the room suddenly became dark, as if it was dark, and everything around her could be vaguely seen.
Wu Sheyue turned back and took two steps. When she leaned over, she could see that there was a thick stack of paper and a book of family rules on the kneeling mat in front of the memorial tablet. There were both pen and ink, but she didn't prepare an oil lamp. Why don't you close your eyes and write
She picked up a pen and turned it around in her hand, thinking that it seemed that Yu Jing's intimidation was pretty good, otherwise it wouldn't have been as simple as just scaring her. I'm afraid Wu Hantian was still thinking about how to deal with her.
Wu Sheyue tidied up and sat cross-legged on the mat. With the faint light, she casually rubbed the ink and began to write and draw on the paper.
Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too quiet, and Wu Sheyue's nervous system was too strong. In such an environment, she only felt that her thoughts were clear. With nothing to do, she did not intend to waste time and inspiration, so she began to write down everything she could think of.
The first word she wrote was Yin Qiuming, which was the beginning of her coming here. She thought for a while and wrote "Mingqi Royal Family" after Yin Qiuming.
She closed her eyes and began to recall all the information and her own problems. Based on the current year, she made a rough timeline and guesses using simplified Chinese characters and a number line.
Fifteen years ago, the Mingqi royal family came to the border village of Longfu. At that time, there was no war or natural disaster between the two countries. Wu Sheyue marked "Marriage/Escaped Marriage/Princess Level?". It seems that Wu Hantian and the others are also in the dark, and they may not know as much as they do. Wu Sheyue is more inclined to the speculation that the princess with special skills escaped from the marriage. Maybe I really am a descendant of a foreign royal family, but if I really run away from marriage or defectes, then it is better to keep this matter hidden. Nothing to worry about.
She then drew a diagram of the relationship between Taoist priest Qingyun and the three boys from the Wu family, marking the light and dark relationships between master and apprentice on the back and forth arrows. Then she divided a few more relationship lines under Wu Ziqi's name, including those with Xin Yu and Wu Hantian's colleagues. There is also a relationship between Wu Ziqi and Wu Ziming, but it is only Wu Ziqi's unilateral use.
As for Wu Ziyi... Wu Sheyue's mood was complicated. She thought of what Ning'er had said, and she suddenly realized in her heart that the person behind Wu Ziyi could be the Taoist master? She quickly marked this point down.
The other people in the Prime Minister's Mansion who can't figure it out are Wu Yin'er and Aunt Zhao, but these two people really have nothing to write home about. She had asked Yu Jing to figure out Aunt Zhao's business a long time ago. She was rich and low-key, that's all. It felt really bad to know that there was a problem but couldn't find it out. Wu Sheyue stared at the two names for a long time, and finally just put a question mark.
Then she wrote about the strange relationship between Yu Jing and Prince Yu's Mansion, the relationship between the emperor and the prince, and a list of Wu Hantian's major events in the past fifteen years -
She didn't know how long she had been writing, but Wu Sheyue analyzed almost everyone she knew. She wrote several pages of papers, which were very comprehensive and clear.
In the end, she felt a little relieved when she stopped writing. Writing down the messy thoughts in her mind really helped to smooth out the plot and make her thoughts clearer.
She relaxed for a while, felt bored again, and started to doodle on a whim.
She painted all royal scenes, including line drawings, Q-prints, and even one with modern outfits. Just like when practicing painting, there are several heads on a piece of paper. (To be continued)