Chapter 234 Conscience

The face of the man in rough clothes in the scroll is mostly covered by his delicate hands, leaving only his chin exposed.

Qi Shuo looked at Lin Hao's behavior and suddenly remembered the scene that day in the narrow alley when she raised her hand to cover his eyes. But then it was her eyes that were exposed, and this time it was her chin.

"Ahh?"

Lin Hao shook his head, left the place where the fake Du Qing was imprisoned, and explained, "I just want to block out the interference and remember the lower half of that person's face, just in case I meet him someday."

That person was obviously from Emperor Pingle's side. Such a master of disguise hiding in the capital would certainly not remain dormant forever.

"This person is indeed dangerous." Walking on the sunny street, Qi Shuo felt heavy in his heart.

A person who can disguise himself as anyone according to his needs can cause far more damage than one can imagine.

The two were feeling uneasy because of the missing master of disguise, while Cheng Maoming hurried to the palace to meet the emperor.

Emperor Tai'an looked at the ministers who were paying their respects and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is this some good news to report?

"What brings Cheng Qing to the palace?"

"Reporting to the emperor, the missing maid Yu Liu has been found." Cheng Maoming looked very happy.

He was not actually such an impatient person, but he knew that the emperor who did not show his emotions on his face did not like his subjects who did the same.

As expected, Emperor Tai'an's eyes lit up with joy: "Found him? Where is he?"

"He was imprisoned in the Jinlin Guards. Except for a very few people whom I trusted, no one at the guesthouse was alerted."

"Okay." Emperor Tai'an laughed heartily. "Tell me, how did you find the person?"

Cheng Maoming hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Your Majesty, we were able to find Maid Yu Liu thanks to Prince Jing."

For him, the more merits the better, but he would feel guilty if he didn't praise Prince Jing.

Cheng Maoming even had an inexplicable thought: if he praised Prince Jing more, maybe the prince would bring him greater benefits in the future.

"Oh?" Emperor Tai'an subconsciously raised an eyebrow. "Because of Prince Jing?"

Cheng Maoming then started to talk about how Qi Shuo drew the portrait of the missing Yu Liu maid, and how he discovered that Hu Da had similar facial features to the maid.

Emperor Tai'an couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "I didn't expect that being good at drawing figures could be so useful."

Cheng Maoming subconsciously wanted to refute.

There are many talented people who are good at drawing figures, but none of them can use their talents for real work. Ultimately, it is Prince Jing who has real talent.

Just as he was about to say it, his reason stopped him.

Too much is as bad as too little. If he praises him too much, the emperor might think he is in collusion with Prince Jing.

"I didn't expect that either." Cheng Maoming echoed.

After a brief moment of joy, Emperor Tai'an stopped laughing: "So, there's a remnant who's good at disguise and whose hiding place is unknown."

"Yes." Cheng Maoming lowered his head slightly.

"Keep on tracking it down and make sure to find this person."

"Your humble servant obeys your order."

Emperor Tai'an waved his hand and said, "Retreat."

Cheng Maoming retreated silently.

Emperor Tai'an rubbed his brows and ordered Liu Chuan: "Call Mr. Wang."

When there are too many troubles, it's easy to get a headache. When you have a headache, you can't leave Mr. Wang.

Not long after, Master Mingxin walked in and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Mr. Wang, there's no need to be so polite. I have a headache. Please give me a massage."

Gu Yan

Zhenren Mingxin walked around behind Emperor Tai'an, washed his hands, and began to massage gently.

The pain eased, and in the quiet and relaxing atmosphere, Emperor Tai'an felt like confiding in someone: "Now that we've found Maid Yu Liu, the crisis is over for now. But this feeling of being controlled by someone else is really unpleasant..."

He was not afraid to tell Mr. Wang.

As a person who has to obey the call at any time, Mr. Wang has long lost the freedom to contact people outside the palace. Even if he hears something, he can only keep it to himself.

"Mr. Wang, do you think there really is such a superb disguise method in the world?"

Ming Xin Zhenren's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes: "I don't really understand these things."

Emperor Tai'an sighed and stopped talking.

The return of the maid Yu Liu resolved the current crisis, but Chen Mu's mouth could not be opened for the time being, and there was no clue about how to find a master of disguise. The establishment of a crown prince became the most important issue in the court.

The auspicious day for the enthronement was set on July 20th. Due to the tight time, the relevant government offices began to get busy, and the Ministry of Rites was particularly busy.

The entire capital was shrouded in peace. The discussions about Princess Lingque's death on the streets were replaced by the issue of appointing a crown prince, as if this shocking murder involving the two princesses had never happened.

Of course, this is just an appearance. In fact, the impact of Princess Lingque's death is like an undercurrent hidden beneath the calm water, surging silently.

Lin Hao heard from Kou Wan about the impact of this incident on Princess Yi'an.

That day, Kou Wan went to the Wuxiang Flower Dew Shop and was surprised to see Lin Hao. She exclaimed, "Sister Lin, you're here too!"

Seeing the genuine joy in the other person's eyes, Lin Hao smiled and said, "This flower dew shop is my family's property."

Kou Wan nodded and looked around the store curiously. "I've heard about it and have wanted to come and have a look for a while now. I didn't expect to meet Sister Lin on my first visit."

"Kou Wan, who are you calling sister?" A gloomy voice came from behind.

Kou Wan turned around, startled: "Sister? Didn't you stay at home?"

Princess Yi'an looked at her coldly: "Why, I can't even go out?"

Kou Wan felt very embarrassed to be bullied by her own sister in front of Lin Hao. Her face flushed and she said, "Sister, you misunderstood. I thought you were at home."

"How could I have imagined at home that you had a sister?" Princess Yi'an looked at Lin Hao with a smile.

At this time, Ling'er walked in from behind. When she saw Princess Yi'an, she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Ah, aren't you the girl who came that day? No, you are the princess!"

Princess Yi'an's face changed when her identity was revealed. Fearing that she would attract the attention of passers-by, she left in a hurry without even looking for her sister.

Ling'er came close to Lin Hao and asked in a low voice: "Miss, I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

"No." Lin Hao even wanted to praise him for doing a good job.

At this time, Chunni also came over and admitted her mistake: "I asked Ling'er to say that."

Lin Hao smiled and said it was okay. The two little girls realized belatedly that Kou Wan was the one who had been waiting for an hour.

"Who are you--"

Chunni reacted quickly and pulled Ling'er to stop her from shouting.

Kou Wan recognized the two people and was both surprised and nervous. She was surprised to find that her friends who had shared hardships with her had a good ending, but she was nervous because she was afraid that her experience of falling into the hands of the kidnapper would be leaked.

The shopkeeper was standing nearby, and Lin Hao remained calm and said, "This is my friend. From now on, you can get a 20% discount on perfume when you come to buy it."

"Yes." Chunni understood what Lin Hao meant and pretended not to know Kou Wan.

Kou Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Lin Hao was even more approachable: "If Sister Lin is free, let's talk."

Lin Hao asked her to sit in the back.

"Sister Lin, I'm sorry to bother you. My eldest sister has been in the Marquis' Mansion recently and is in a bad mood."

Always in the Marquis' Mansion?

Lin Hao understood something.