Chapter 314 122: Trouble for the Prime Minister's Mansion? Jiang Ruxian Makes Her Move Early, a Reminder from Emperor Xia

The long street was still bustling with a constant, lively stream of people.

But before the Cloud Pattern Jade Carriage, there was only silence. It was as if no one had noticed the scene that had suddenly unfolded.

Both the Linglong Commander and Hu Heng were trembling with fear, their minds filled with terror. They felt suppressed by a vast and immense power, their bodies frozen cold, completely unable to move.

The mysterious woman in white merely swept her gaze over them before looking away.

But her expression was one of profound indifference, as if in her eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant ants that she could crush at will.

All sorts of chilling emotions roiled in their hearts. A coppery tang rose in their throats. Under the pressure of her aura, it felt as though their bones were about to break, emitting faint, cracking tremors.

Wet Nurse Liu also seemed completely stunned, her eyes wide as she stared at the woman in white who had suddenly appeared, unable to process what was happening.

A moment later, she felt the hazy mist obscuring the woman's face begin to dissipate, revealing a visage as perfect as an immortal's.

Only then did she react, her voice trembling as she asked, "Is... is that you, Miss Ruxian?"

Although many distant and hazy memories had flooded her mind recently, how could she not recognize one of the two most familiar faces among them?

But compared to the gentle, smiling girl in white from her memories, the woman before her now exuded a lofty indifference, a sense of detachment as if she existed in another world entirely.

She seemed not a mortal, but a Banished Immortal—as cold and solitary as jade, standing at the pinnacle of all worlds, looking down upon all living things.

"It is..."

"It has been a long time, Wet Nurse." The woman in white was indeed Jiang Ruxian. She gave a slight nod upon hearing the question.

Wet Nurse Liu stared blankly at her face, as if in disbelief. Waves of memories surged forth from her mind once more, bringing a look of sorrow to her features.

"The... the heavens have eyes..."

"Miss Ruxian, you're alive! You're still alive..."

"This is wonderful, truly wonderful."

Her trembling voice was laced with grief, mixed with a deep, sorrowful indignation.

In truth, Jiang Ruxian's own memories of her wet nurse were also quite vague. They had only begun to surface the moment she saw her. Now, hearing her sorrowful voice, she couldn't help but feel a stir of emotion.

She sighed softly before saying calmly, "I survived a great catastrophe, and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. You need not be so sad, Wet Nurse..."

During their time at the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Madam, Li Qingshu, was often busy with her cultivation. On some occasions, she would entrust the care of Jiang Lan to Wet Nurse Liu.

As a result, Jiang Ruxian was also quite familiar with the wet nurse.

"Survived a great catastrophe..."

"Back then, I truly thought you had died, Miss Ruxian. The Madam... she is... truly ruthless..."

As Wet Nurse Liu spoke, tears welled in her eyes. Her tone was thick with sorrowful indignation, mixed with a certain indescribable fear.

Jiang Ruxian, however, was slightly taken aback, a sense of melancholy welling up in her heart once more.

'In my past life, if I had left Wugui Island sooner, set foot in the Celestial Central Province sooner, and met Wet Nurse Liu sooner, I probably would have learned the truth of the matter.'

'Unfortunately, it was all too late. By the time I returned to the Celestial Central Province, everything was already over...'

'This wet nurse probably didn't live that long either.'

"Wet Nurse, why did you offend the people from the Observatory?"

Her thoughts returning to the present, Jiang Ruxian glanced at the immobilized Linglong Commander and Hu Heng and asked calmly.

"They... they were actually here to protect me, to take me to the Imperial Capital..."

Wet Nurse Liu glanced at the two of them as well before answering.

The two of them were very powerful. Against them, she had no room to fight back at all.

But in front of Jiang Ruxian, they couldn't even twitch.

As a Cultivator herself, she couldn't sense Jiang Ruxian's cultivation aura at all now. If she closed her eyes, she probably wouldn't even know the woman was standing right in front of her.

"Protect you?" Jiang Ruxian was puzzled.

With a mix of indignation and helplessness, Wet Nurse Liu replied, "Yesterday, just like any other day, I went to the Marketplace to buy raw materials for engraving Talismans. I was just about to return to my residence when I ran into a group of people. They used a Secret Treasure to break my Disguise Skill and then tried to kill me. I fled for my life..."

"This female Commander from the Observatory happened upon the scene and saved me. Then, according to her investigation, she learned that the people who wanted to kill me were all from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"All from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Jiang Ruxian froze for a moment, and then she understood. The incident at the Prime Minister's Mansion from over a decade ago probably hadn't been fully cleaned up, even now.

As the one who had been in charge of Jiang Lan's meals back then, how could this wet nurse have escaped?

Wet Nurse Liu's expression was full of desolation as she said, "I thought the Madam had shown a moment of compassion back then, allowing me to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion safely. I lived here in constant trepidation for over ten years, treading on thin ice. There wasn't a single day of peace. Who would have thought that in the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of being cleaned up? Rather than live in such constant fear, I would have been better off dying back then."

Jiang Ruxian comforted her, "You don't need to worry so much, Wet Nurse. From now on, I will protect you and ensure you can live a peaceful life."

She could feel all of Wet Nurse Liu's emotions—the worry, the indignation, the terror, the fear...

Facing a behemoth like the Prime Minister's Mansion, the fact that she had survived for so many years could only be attributed to good luck.