The sun is low in the sky, and the day is near dusk.

  After I emerged from a thicket of wild grass in the forest, I only took a few steps forward and arrived at the edge of the cliff on the mountain top.

  Below the mountain cliff, the river water is surging, the sail shadows are continuous, and the porters on the dock are vaguely shouting slogans and shouting numbers, all showing the vitality of this city of Bashu.

  Mu Junwu's heart was filled with a chill, the more he looked at the vibrant life before him, the more he couldn't suppress the tremble in his heart. Fear grew wantonly in his heart, stimulating him to quickly run down the mountain, rushing towards the wine house where he had last met Peng Lan.

  He knew Peng Lan wouldn't leave.

  He can recklessly abandon his engagement and yearn for freedom, refusing to be that constrained person, but she won't.

  She sighed, she lamented, she felt sorrowful, but she just wouldn't come out, her soul had been nailed to the stocks, such a person in his eyes was dull and lifeless, naturally couldn't get his favor and attention.

  But at this moment, he had to go find her, because it was his fastest way to confirm whether the news was true or false.

  In the elegantly decorated private room of the wine house, Peng Lan was reading a letter with a radiant smile on her face. The joy that came from deep within her heart was because she knew that the thorn had already pierced into Ji Wang's heart.

  "What's making you so happy, miss?" Rouged lips hadn't seen such a smile in ages, and now she was rather curious.

  "Chen Zhaoyi is dead." A simple sentence made Huizhi stunned for a moment, then she said with joy: "Congratulations, miss, you will get what you want."

  Peng Lan folded the letter and set it on fire with the candle flame: "Now Si Lang can no longer remain uninvolved."

  Yan Zhi heard this and furrowed her brow, a hint of worry in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak just as the voice of Guard Captain Luo Cheng came from outside the door: "Miss."

  "Come in!"

  "Miss, I just received news that Young Master has entered the city."

  "Arrived quite quickly, didn't you!" Peng Lan said with a smile: "Go prepare paper and pen for me."

  The sky gradually darkened, entering dusk. After buying a set of clothes at the clothing store and putting them on outside, Mu Junwu arrived under the wine tower, but didn't immediately go upstairs. Instead, he stood downstairs looking up at the bright lights on the second floor, hesitating.

  Going up, naturally, he would have contact with the Peng family again. His determination that day was not to turn back, and now even if he didn't care about face, but if the news were true, how could he?

  The inner panic comes from the unknown outcome, but more so from his inability to accept the Queen Mother's death - he fears it might be true.

  But the bright light upstairs made him feel he shouldn't have come.

  He took two steps back, turned around and was about to leave, but Luo Cheng blocked his way.

  "Sir, let's go upstairs and talk!" A very light voice, with a heavy and cool tone, at that moment, Mu Junwu's heart trembled.

  Could it be... true?

  Unable to contain his anxiety, he turned around and went upstairs, hastily arriving at the room, lifting the curtain and entering.

  He opened his mouth to ask, but hesitated there.

  In the room, Peng Lan was wearing a white dress and kneeling in front of a memorial tablet, holding beads and reciting sutras. The only ornament on her head was a white hairband.

  "...Thus have I heard. At one time the Buddha was in Trāyastri??a Heaven, teaching his mother the Dharma. At that time, from countless worlds in the ten directions, all the Buddhas and great Bodhisattva-Mahasattvas came to gather..."

  Peng Lan was so engrossed in her lawsuit that she didn't notice the person approaching from behind. Rouge hastily stepped forward and whispered a reminder: "Miss..."

  "Get out!" Peng Lan angrily said: "When I'm reciting sutras for super渡, it can't be interrupted."

  "It's... it's Young Master." Rouged lips looked at Mu Junwu who had been stunned like a wooden chicken.

  Peng Lan turned around upon hearing this and immediately stood up in surprise: "Fourth Brother, you..."

  He ignored Peng Lan and walked directly to the memorial tablet, picked it up, and the conspicuous "Concubine Chen" on the tablet pierced his eyes.

  "So it's true?"

  Peng Lan's face was filled with sorrow as she came to Mu Junwu's side, choking back tears: "Fourth Brother, please restrain your grief..."

  Mo Jun let out a cold laugh and turned his head to look at Peng Lan: "How did she leave?"

  Peng Lan's expression changed from sadness to embarrassment, and her worried eyes made Mu Junwu frown: "Speak!"

  "He is an assassin."

  "Assassin?" Mu Junwu was stunned. At this time, Peng Lan took out a letter from the drawer on one side: "This is a letter from my father to me."

  I put down my signboard and grabbed the letter, opening it to read its contents.

  "Zhaoyi Niangniang and her maid Cui'er were stabbed to death, the palace investigated for two days and then dropped the matter, it's probably... This is simply a case of thieves calling out to catch thieves..."

  Peng Lan had not finished speaking when Mu Jun threw the letter to the ground and turned to leave.

  "Fourth brother!" Peng Lan hastily called out to him, but Mu Junwu pretended not to hear and quickly went downstairs after exiting the house.

  Yanzhi looked at Peng Lan with concern, Peng Lan's eyebrows and eyes turned, she leaned down to Yanzhi's ear and whispered a sentence, then immediately chased after her as well.

  Mu Junwu's face was ashen, wandering aimlessly in the city of Yuzhou. His eyes were empty and his soul was lost, moving forward step by step. Behind him, about a zhang away, followed Peng Lan with a worried expression.

  Behind Peng Lan, not far away, were Luo Cheng and two followers.

  Streets, alleys, arch bridges, docks, he walked in front like a walking corpse, they followed behind with worried faces.

  The end of the dock is the rolling river water, and the blue waves are mixed with a little bit of straw in the dim light.

  "Luzhou's clear water has just arrived today! The wine is fragrant and refreshing, would you like to have a pot?"

  The voice of the dock tavern waiter mixed with the sound of the wind blowing over, Mu Junwu turned around and walked into the tavern.

  "Sir, we have just received a fresh batch from Luzhou today..."

  "Bring it!" Mu Junwu sat in front of the small table, and Xiao Er immediately went to fetch wine. Peng Lan followed him in, took a glance at him, and silently sat down at the adjacent table.

  A jug of wine was brought up and he grabbed it, pouring himself a drink.

  The refreshing wine burns his throat even more fiercely than it burns his heart, he drinks cup after cup, shouts jug after jug, and then demands tankard after tankard!

  "Bring on the wine!" He had three jars and three jugs of wine in a row, but he wasn't a big drinker and was already drunk. Just as he was about to pass out, he slapped the table and urged them to hurry up. The waiter saw that he was barely conscious and naturally didn't dare give him any more.

  "Grandpa, you've had so much already..."

  Mu Jun grabbed Xiao Er's arm and pulled him directly in front of him: "Wine!"

  A single word, with a hint of murderous intent, and in those good-looking eyebrows and eyes, a killing aura actually emerged.

  "Give him wine!" Peng Lan said, getting up and walking forward, taking out a few copper coins and putting them in Xiao Er's hand, making a "water" gesture with her mouth to Xiao Er, and then saying: "Hurry up!"

  "Alright, alright, I'll go get some wine."

  Mu Jun loosened his grip on Xiao Er, and Xiao Er immediately ran away. Peng Lan then sat down beside him.

  I glanced at her and turned away.

  Soon, Xiao Er brought a jug of "wine", as soon as it was placed on the table, Mu Junwu grabbed it and tilted his head to drink, some of the "wine" spilled from the spout onto his body, making him look particularly disheveled, but he didn't notice at all.

  "Is drinking useful?" she asked softly, but Mu Junwu didn't care about her at all, and just kept pouring it into his mouth.

  "Getting drunk may make you forget for a while, but what about when you wake up? Even if you get drunk for the rest of your life, your mother won't come back to life."

  Mo Jun suddenly put down the wine jug, grabbed Peng Lan's collar with one hand, and pulled her in front of him. At this time, Luo Cheng rushed up with two followers.

  However, Peng Lan stretched out her hand to stop their rescue efforts. She looked at him with a calm and powerful voice: "You can get drunk if you want, I'll stay awake, only when I'm awake can I help her take revenge."

  Admiring you, I stared at Peng Lan's eyes, after a few breaths, he sneered and let go of Peng Lan's collar, threw the wine bottle in his hand and got up to leave.

  Luo Cheng and others did not dare to block, immediately gave way, however Mu Junwu drank too much, he swayed and staggered, just walked a few steps, then closed his eyes and fell down!

  Luo Cheng took a step forward and caught the person, while Peng Lan let out a sigh and said, "Take him back."