Chapter 243: Joke

When Zhong Heng saw Yu Shiyan come out, he immediately stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting: "Master was right, there was indeed something fishy going on at the casino."

"To explain in detail."

Yu Shiyan frowned, and after leaving Jianzhang Palace, he walked briskly towards Changbai Hall.

"My men staked out the casino for two days and discovered that around mealtimes, someone would sneak into the casino carrying a food box, only to disappear shortly afterward."

Is it the same person?

Zhong Heng followed closely, his brows furrowed as well: "No, they are cunning. They probably take turns to avoid being recognized and leaving an impression."

If we hadn't always been carrying a food container, we probably still wouldn't have known what to do.

"Have you gone inside to investigate?"

"I've been inside a few times, but I haven't found anything."

Zhong Heng shook his head, lowered his voice, and continued, "She is very careful in her actions."

Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Yu Shiyan's lips.

How could someone who has done something wrong not be careful?

However, one thing is unexpected: the witness from back then has managed to hide herself well until today, which makes it hard not to suspect that she has other motives.

"Prince Mu, please wait!"

A voice suddenly called out from behind him. Zhong Heng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, but was not on guard.

Yu Shiyan turned around and saw an unfamiliar palace maid.

"Our Consort Wan requests that Prince Mu come over."

The palace maid tucked her hands behind her back, her expression showing nothing amiss, even displaying a subtle respect that surpassed that of ordinary people.

"She is Bai Qiu, who serves Consort Wan."

Their people.

Yu Shiyan understood, but still frowned: "Wasn't Consort Wan confined to her quarters for three days?"

Bai Qiu lowered her eyes, knelt down and said softly, "Her Majesty said that she did not move an inch, she just wanted to see her sister's child to ease her longing."

What a convenient excuse.

Yu Shiyan didn't say anything, but waved his hand behind him, and Zhong Heng bowed and didn't follow.

Bai Qiu led the way with practiced ease, remaining silent and moving as lightly as a cat.

Once outside the hall, she nodded to Yu Shiyan, lifted the curtain and went inside. A moment later, she came out again to deliver a message: "Prince Mu, please."

Yu Shiyan stepped over the threshold and saw Chu Wan leaning against the jade railing, feeding the carp. Her slender hands held a porcelain cup, and every smile and frown revealed her gentleness.

If it weren't for the bittersweet experiences she's endured over the past decade, to outsiders, Chu Wan would undoubtedly be an excellent aunt.

Whenever he was punished for Yu Yuanchao, she would always stand up for him, and as for the final outcome, that goes without saying.

His father would only scold him again and again for being unambitious, for failing his mother's kindness in raising him, and for failing the expectations of his loved ones.

No matter how hard they beat him or how fiercely they scold him, in the end they would still keep him alive for the sake of his features that resembled his mother's.

As for Yu Yuanchao's jealousy, it was nothing but a joke, and even he himself was a joke.

"Shi Yan has arrived?"

Chu Wan caught a glimpse of his slender figure out of the corner of her eye, and her smile deepened. She quickly handed the food bowl to the maid beside her, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and then came forward to hold his slightly cool hand.

Why are your hands so cold?

Chu Wan looked at him with heartache, cupped his face and looked him over from side to side, then sighed and said, "You've lost weight, you really have."

Yu Shiyan suppressed her nausea and disgust and gave a very faint smile: "Thank you for your concern, Aunt. I am doing well."

"How can this be? Tell your aunt the truth, did that Yuan family girl bully you again? Tell me and your aunt will stand up for you!"

As she spoke, her hand moved silently downwards, heading straight for his heart.