"So Jiujiu knows and is okay that I'm being watched by some other clan's spies?" He asks, his expression suddenly stricken. What did that mean? Did that mean he couldn't trust his uncle? How long had this been going on? Had it really only been since the wedding or had it been since longer? He needed to get in touch with his network again and get some answers. He glances around the room wondering if there were any talismans or some ways people could be listening even in here.

He glares at Zizhen. "Why don't you just ask Xue Yang for lessons on being a murderer while you're at it? Just because he's good at it doesn't mean you should run off to join his class!" He cries, completely missing the point being made.

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"Yeah it did," Jingyi agrees. The timing was very suspicious. "Trust your gut. If you're starting to ask questions like that, listen to it."

There wasn't anything really strange about the linens exactly. It was just messy and they were now filthy rags on the ground in middle of the street. All the Lan clan members had at least some degree of mysophobia. He turns his nose up at it and steps clear just in case the germs or a ghost of a germ attacks. He's barely turned his back when bursting from the pile is a woman with a knife. Also two doors are thrown open and several villagers rush out with various weapons.

"That's him! He's the one! Get him!"

"Yuan! Run!" Jingyi cries, shoving the other boy as hard as he can to get him out of the way.