Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  Cheng Weiwan didn’t think twice as she opened up the balled-up the costume in search of the hard object.

  It was an approximately five-centimeter, razor-sharp thin blade.

  One side of the blade was covered in blood, and the other side was glued into the costume.

  When she helped Ji Yi take care of her wound just now, she was so confused as to how she got such a serious cut. So as it turned out, there was a “weapon” on the inside……

  Cheng Weiwan’s brows suddenly creased as she quietly stared at the blade for two seconds before turning her head to glance over at Ji Yi’s wound on her waist. Then she instantly understood everything.

  She didn’t even mention her findings to Ji Yi. She walked right out the palace doors and shut them again.

  Standing in front of the palace doors was He Jichen. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he thought it was Ji Yi coming out, so he instinctively turned around, only to see that it was Cheng Weiwan. He furrowed his brows and wanted to ask her: Why hasn’t she come out? However, before the words could escape his mouth, Cheng Weiwan handed him the costume with the blade still inside. She went straight to the point and said, “This was found in her costume.”


  The words at the tip of He Jichen’s tongue came to a sudden halt.

  He stared at the blade and furrowed his brows.

  What Cheng Weiwan learned with just one glance, He Jichen naturally figured out too.

  In that very instant, he snapped back to reality and realized that someone had set up Ji Yi.

  All of a sudden, an obvious chill surfaced from He Jichen’s eyes, bit by bit.

  After half an hour, he finally spoke. His tone of voice sounded evidently a lot colder than before. “How is she?”


  “Luckily this blade was small, so it didn’t hit the vital areas, but the cut was a little deep. She’s been stitched up, but she has to be careful for a few days.” Cheng Weiwan figured he must really care about the woman inside. He was obviously boiling with rage, but when he opened his mouth, he asked about her condition first.

  He Jichen didn’t say another word. He reached his hand out and took the blade from Cheng Weiwan’s fingers. He turned to the stairs and walked right up to the crowd of staff. “Who’s in charge of wardrobe?”


  Clueless as to what was happening, everyone was all stunned by He Jichen’s sudden question.

  Seeing as nobody replied after over ten seconds, He Jichen spoke again with a more serious tone of voice than before, “Did you not hear me? Runner!”


  As He Jichen finished speaking, a man immediately yelled, “Wardrobe assistant, wardrobe assistant!”


  Not long after, the runner brought a woman of around twenty years old in front of He Jichen. “Director Ji, this is her. She’s responsible for wardrobe……”


  He Jichen didn’t wait for the runner to finish speaking as he suddenly interrupted him with no trace of politeness and asked the woman in a clear voice, “Are you responsible for all the costumes on set?”


  The woman stood to one side obediently and replied in a quiet voice, “Yes, Director Ji.”


  “Besides you, who else touched this costume?” He Jichen raised Ji Yi’s costume a little higher.

  The woman shot two glances at the clothes and shook her head. “There was no one else besides me.”


  “Are you sure?”


  The woman looked down and paused for a moment before she gave a gentle nod.

  As she did that, He Jichen suddenly hoisted his arm and threw the costume in front of the woman.

  The bloody blade fell exactly next to the woman’s feet with a crisp “Clang!”