Chapter 275: Jiang Yunchu, you

Looks like I underestimated.

Then I'll continue talking, but large tracts of land are hard to come by." The Zhuang family, although they are in this small town, hold a lofty position, but they are honest merchants who never rely on their status to bully others.

From the time I could understand, my father's first lesson was never to rely on status to bully others.

"Not in a hurry," Jiang Yunchu replied softly, then expressed her thanks.

Jiang Yunchu returned to the inn; these past days, her mood was relaxed—Jiangnan truly is a place that nurtures people.

I wonder when I'll be able to bring the children here for their studies.

Reading ten thousand scrolls is not as good as traveling ten thousand li.

Ten thousand scrolls can make one understand principles; ten thousand li can give one true knowledge.

A human life is only a few short decades; she never wanted her children to become mere bookworms who read themselves to death.

"What are you thinking about?" Han Bing looked at Jiang Yunchu's face, her eyes crinkling as she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting—she seemed in a good mood.

"I've been out too long; I miss the children a bit." Jiang Yunchu smiled, then walked forward a few steps, looking at an oil-paper umbrella painted with faint flowers; in the center of the blossoms was a little girl, who looked about seven or eight, her face full of innocence.

"Please wrap it up for me."

Jiang Yunchu directly said with a smile, "Tomorrow I'll go see Master Zhuang and the courtyard, then look at the land, after which I'll rush back to the capital at full speed."

The next time she comes will be next month; each month she must spend half her time in the capital.

The situation is unstable now; one reason is that she misses the children, another is to numb those behind her—before she rarely left the prince's residence, and she doesn't like having many people around her; usually only a few senior maids attend her.

She's only been out for over half a month; it shouldn't raise suspicion.

The capital.

That night, after returning from the Fame List Academy to the Imperial Palace to report, Fang Zi Lun and Xi Gong Gong looked uneasy—especially Xi Gong Gong, whose steps were unsteady, his whole body light as if floating; with so many weapons, it's strange the emperor didn't fly into a rage.

Although the emperor never takes his anger out on others, the fury of a sovereign is not something a mere eunuch can withstand.

"Get up and reply."

Fang Zi Lun and Xi Gong Gong were about to kneel when Emperor Ning spoke up, saying he now felt somewhat grateful to that little maid, which had given him some mental preparation.

"Yes."

Although they had performed the rites and risen,

but at this moment they'd rather be kneeling!

"Fang Zi Lun, you speak."

Fang Zi Lun related the entire incident in detail, leaving nothing out.

Those boxes—of weapons and of silver—once packed, he uniformly sealed them, with no one's hands having touched the seals in between.

"Well done."

Emperor Ning nodded, giving him an approving glance.

Fang Zi Lun and Xi Gong Gong were a bit dazed; the emperor's attitude seemed off.

They didn't know that someone had previously given the emperor a preventive inoculation, so when he heard this information now it was just the second time; although hearing it a second time he was still somewhat angry, he could nevertheless accept it.

"Your Majesty, would you like some hot tea?"

"Otherwise you'll scold the servant soundly?"

"You can't bottle up your anger, or you'll harm the dragon body."

Xi Gong Gong looked at the emperor's calm face, his heart trembling—Your Majesty must be furious!

"Little Xi Zi, don't busy yourself."

"Take all of this to the private treasury; I'll think about how to arrange it."

Your Majesty pinched the bridge of his nose; he had thought long and hard—silver could be placed somewhere, but those weapons—under what pretext could they enter the Ministry of War?

Looks like this matter still needs Cheng Yan to come back.

"Besides these, what else was found?"

"Your Majesty, in the secret passage there are four secret rooms in total; the fourth is empty, but it looks like someone was just held there—the iron chains appear to have been shattered by internal force, and the breaks are fresh."

Shattering iron chains with internal force—how high must one's internal force be to do that?

Why didn't they leave earlier, but instead chose precisely now?

Emperor Ning closed his eyes, pondered carefully for a moment, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

"Moreover…" Fang Zi Lun glanced at Xi Gong Gong, then straight out said everything about Xi Gong Gong letting the person go and knowing the mechanism's location.

Upon hearing that, Emperor Ning immediately guessed who the white-clad person was.

Jiang Yunchu, Jiang Yunchu, you've indeed been busy tonight—up late, not sleeping, first you went to the Fame List Academy, then to the Imperial Palace.

Thinking of the maid who had already gone south, Emperor Ning gritted his teeth in hatred—after all this time, who knows if she's arrived, not even a message has arrived.

Before leaving, feeling uneasy, he had specially given an information channel, but once this person sent it out, it vanished like water returning to the sea—there wasn't even a ripple.

"Alright, I know." the Emperor replied lightly.

Fang Zi Lun immediately clasped his hands, "Your Majesty, please give clear orders."

He is responsible for the palace's security; he needs to have information on these people, otherwise he fears that if an accident ever occurs, it won't be a small matter.

"That person is the Regent's Consort; the secret room was also discovered by her, the mechanism was also told to Little Xi Zi by her, her covert actions were also arranged by her."

"Do you still have any objections?" Emperor Ning looked at Fang Zi Lun and asked in a flat tone.

However, Fang Zi Lun's cold sweat had already trickled down his back; today's events had shocked him so much that he lost his composure!

"I am guilty!"

Fang Zi Lun knelt on the ground, clasping his own sword with both hands.

Emperor Ning looked at Fang Zi Lun, then said to the attendant Xi Gong Gong beside him, "The Princess Consort likes today's tea; prepare some and send it tomorrow to the Regent Prince's Manor."

"Yes!"

Xi Gong Gong, a sharp-witted person, naturally knew the emperor had something to say; he hurriedly pushed open the door, stood outside, and kept guard.

Now the situation demands even greater caution; he can only be Your Majesty's man.

"Fang Zilun, what else is there?"

"Fang Zilun is just a stubborn donkey, but it's precisely this stubborn donkey's nature that lets him guard the imperial palace so he can sleep soundly!"

"Prince..."

Fang Zilun said two words and immediately lifted his head.

The Ning Emperor gave him an annoyed glance and asked, "Who did you run into?"

Otherwise, only he and Yun chu would know about Ning Chengyan's matter; he wouldn't speak of it, and Yun chu probably doesn't even know Fang Zilun, let alone mention it.

He must have run into someone who aroused his suspicion.

Four years have passed; Da Ning's war god should also return.

"Your Majesty, when we were on our way to the Mingbang Academy, we encountered a group of black-clad people; it was they who trapped those five individuals, all of whom wore black clothing and black face coverings, unwilling to let anyone know their identities."

"But..."

"When they saw us arrive, the leader of the group immediately issued a retreat order."

"When I sent people to pursue them, that leader started laughing..."

He started laughing...