This statement is undeniably somewhat sarcastic.

Because Grand Commandant Song slacked off for a day, all sorts of tasks were piled onto him.

Alas, the Prime Minister was supposed to help him with the reception, but things didn't go as planned, and they ended up sending Grand Commandant Song, this rough and uncouth man who leads troops, just as decoration.

Grand Commandant Song pretended not to understand, "Zhuo Dianke, go and rest quickly."

"Is there something you need at the embassy so late, Grand Commandant Song?" Zhuo Dianke couldn't help but ask.

Grand Commandant Song laughed and said, "I'm just here to check on the current situation of the envoys from various countries."

Zhuo Dianke's face darkened, and he clasped his hands in farewell, "Grand Commandant Song, please go ahead, I'll take my leave." Hmph, what a show-off, he only comes to put on an act after he's finished everything.

...

That night, in the study of Prince Anzheng's residence.

The guard appeared silently in the study. "Your Highness, Grand Commandant Song went to the embassy to see the Crown Prince of Xiqiu Kingdom, and he brought a portrait with him."

Qin Yi paused his flourishing brush, raised his cold eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Change the portrait before the palace banquet. Strengthen the defenses of the Prime Minister's residence, Qingyun Courtyard, and do not allow anything to get close."

"yes."

"There is one more thing. The Crown Prince of Nan Jing has placed a maidservant by Miss Nan's side."

A dark cloud settled over Qin Yi's brow. He slammed the brush back onto the brush holder, splashing a few drops of ink. "Does she know?"

The bodyguard said, "They should know."

"..." Knowing that you agree.

The bodyguards and maids were all present; that's really his style.

"Just keep an eye on it."

"yes."

——

Embassy, ​​the Nanjing Mission's annex.

Xiao Chen leaned back in the pear blossom carved sandalwood chair, his slender fingers tapping the table with each stroke. He exuded an aura of nobility and overwhelming pressure.

Mr. Mo, a literary giant sitting opposite him, was sweating profusely, but he still tried to remain calm.

“Mr. Mo,” Xiao Chen suddenly spoke, his tone revealing nothing.

Mr. Mo forced a stiff smile. "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and Ye Jian, who was standing behind him, immediately placed a letter in his hand. The letter was sent by someone from Prince Anzheng.

"What is your explanation for this letter?" He pushed the letter in front of Mr. Mo.