Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

When the Zen Rebel Monk spoke, Jiang Shouzhong's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"You captured them?"

The Zen Rebel Monk gently shook his head: "I have never left the Imperial Palace, and besides, with the abilities of the Asura Queen as a master of such dark arts, I don't have the skills to capture her."

Never left the Imperial Palace, yet knows everything about the outside world.

Either the other party is lying, or they have an intelligence network in the Capital City, hence they could call out their names accurately from the start.

Jiang Shouzhong's face was clouded, lost in prolonged silence.

After a while, he spoke again: "How do I trust you?"

The Zen Rebel Monk showed a meaningful smile and said softly: "Trust or not, it all depends on a single thought from Benefactor Jiang, there's no need for me to prove anything."

After speaking, the Zen Rebel Monk waved his sleeve, and a scroll flew towards Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively caught it.

The moment it touched his hand, he felt a sense of ancient weight, indicating it was not an ordinary item.

"Benefactor Jiang, this scroll records some important matters from the late Emperor's lifetime. You may take a look first. If you are willing to help me investigate the truth, you can come to find me here anytime."

The Zen Rebel Monk said slowly, "At that time, I will inform you of the whereabouts of your fair lady. Otherwise, I won't utter a single word."

After finishing, the Zen Rebel Monk disappeared.

The door of the archives slowly opened, a clear sign to send off guests.

Jiang Shouzhong and Jiang Yi exchanged a look and left the place.

As Jiang Yi left, her beautiful eyes glanced at a bookshelf in the corner, intentionally or unintentionally.

...

After the two left, the Zen Rebel Monk slowly came out.

He glanced at Jiang Shouzhong and Jiang Yi's departing figures, then raised his head to look at the bookshelf that Jiang Yi had glanced at earlier, and softly said: "Fifth Princess, you shouldn't have come here."

Creak—

The bookshelf slowly opened like a door.

A young woman with striking beauty walked out with her hands behind her back, smiling:

"Master, how is my Invisible Art cultivation? If it weren't for that woman noticing me, you probably wouldn't have sensed my presence."

The woman is the Fifth Princess of Nanjin Country.

Her name is Wanyan Su.

Since childhood, she loved martial arts, once apprenticed under Tu Danalie, and later visited many famous masters, cultivating to a considerable level before joining the Shadow Assassin Organization.

Especially her Invisible Art stolen from Penglai Island, it's nearly miraculous.

Even those with higher cultivation than her have fallen for it.

The Zen Rebel Monk said indifferently: "The words I spoke earlier were also specifically directed at the Princess. The cause of the late Emperor's death, I will not give up investigating."

Wanyan Su did not respond, walked to where Jiang Yi had stood earlier, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, sighing:

"So fragrant, there are such beauties in the world. I've heard long ago that the owner of Silver Moon Tower is a peerlessly beautiful woman, but I didn't expect her to be so alluring. Master, have you been tempted?"

Wanyan Su blinked her eyes.

The Zen Rebel Monk frowned slightly, his tone a bit cold:

"Princess, let me remind you once again, I am not your master, neither in the past nor in the future."

Wanyan Su smiled, not caring, casually asked: "Do you think this Jiang Mo guy can really uncover the truth about my father's death?"

"Maybe he can, maybe he can't..."

The Zen Rebel Monk said, "But it needs to be tried."

Wanyan Su casually took a book from the bookshelf and said: "Recently, people from Mingjing Valley have arrived in the Capital City, supposedly searching for their sect's coveted treasure, the Mingjing."

The Zen Rebel Monk shook his head: "I am not interested in these things."

"Is that so?"

Wanyan Su's eyes sparkled, smiling, "But why do I remember that my father sent you to Mingjing Valley to search for that mirror?"

The Zen Rebel Monk said: "The mirror is actually in two pieces, one called Compassionate Mirror, and it disappeared long ago. The other, called Evil Mirror, when I went there, this half of the mirror was also gone."

"I see."

Wanyan Su returned the book to its place, smiling, "I thought my father had obtained the mirror and that his death was related to that Magic Mirror."

The Zen Rebel Monk remained silent.

"Master, tell me—"

"Princess, I am not your master." The Zen Rebel Monk interrupted the woman, his tone becoming colder.

Wanyan Su gracefully approached the Zen Rebel Monk, her body almost touching the other.

Due to their size difference, it appeared as if a little lamb was standing before a giant bear.

"But, my body is in your care, Mage."

Wanyan Su's jade finger lightly tapped the other's rock-hard muscles, giggled, "Isn't there an old saying in the Central Plains: one day as a master, always a master? Oops, that doesn't seem right. Anyway, that's essentially the idea."

The Zen Rebel Monk suddenly laughed.

His teeth revealed a golden hue, like embedded gold.

Adding a hint of coldness.

However, upon seeing this smile, Wanyan Su's face suddenly changed, hurriedly retreating.

Boom!

The woman flew out and crashed heavily against the bookshelf.

Books scattered all over the floor.

Wanyan Su spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at the Zen Rebel Monk hatefully, sneered:

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to? You truly believe in this façade of brotherly love seeking the truth for my father's death? You are merely afraid of dying too.

After all, you rely on his Emperor's fate to live, my father the old dog is dead, and you will surely die too! If you don't find the Dragon Heart Jade from my father, let's see how long you can survive."

The woman wiped away the blood from her lips and walked out the door.

Upon exiting, she glanced back at the Zen Rebel Monk standing like a statue in the center of the archives, taunting: