Zhan Xiang, frightened by Ning Wanwan’s expression, hurriedly fetched paper and an ink pad, placing them on a small table. Nervously, she asked, “Young mistress, is there something wrong with the hairpin?”
Ning Wanwan laid the hairpin flat, pressed it into the ink pad, and stamped it onto the paper. She then revealed a rare yet familiar seal pattern—one she had seen on every secret letter from Si Zhan in her previous life.
She had thought it impossible for Si Zhan to stage a palace coup in Biandu, guarded by imperial troops. However, after becoming a remnant soul beside Si Zhan, she discovered his hidden capabilities and a powerful intelligence organization deeply rooted throughout Biandu and the Qi Song empire.
Uncertain of the organization’s nature or its connection to Si Zhan, she realized it had strong ties to him, providing him with confidential intelligence about the royal court and officials.
“Zhan Xiang, where did you get this hairpin?” she asked.
Zhan Xiang quickly replied, “No, I didn’t buy it. My second brother gave it to me.”
Ning Wanwan lowered her eyes, pondering, “Your second brother… is he working as a patrol soldier in the city’s western military station?”
In Biandu, military patrol stations are established every three hundred steps with three to five soldiers per station, patrolling for thieves, fires, and other crimes at night.
Two years ago, Zhan Xiang’s family asked her to recommend her brother for a position. After consulting her grandmother, he joined the military patrol station and personally visited to thank her.
“Thanks to the old madam and the young mistress’s blessing, my second brother became a patrol soldier,” Zhan Xiang expressed gratefully.
Ning Wanwan then inquired, “Did he tell you where he got the hairpin?”
“My second brother’s salary couldn’t afford such an expensive hairpin. When I asked, he said it was given by the master of… Lü Ming Pavilion.”
“Lü Ming Pavilion…”
Could this be the organization that provided intelligence to Si Zhan in his previous life? If so, with Lü Ming Pavilion’s intelligence capabilities, she might locate the poison saint, Ghost Infinite.
Zhan Xiang continued, “I asked him why the pavilion master would give him such a valuable hairpin.”
