On Wuxingyuan, a fierce polo match started again. The red and blue teams went back and forth, and the game was tense.

Chu Yun sat on the high platform, watching the game and chatting with the old gentlemen, feeling extremely comfortable for a moment.

"Regent." Lord Li, who was already over 70 years old, came over with the support of his son. His legs were shaking and his wrinkled face no longer looked like his youth, but he was still in good spirits.

"Lord Li, you are my elder. If you have anything to say, just send someone to call me. Why come here in person?" Chu Yun hurriedly put down the teacup, lifted his clothes, stood up, and saluted to the old man in front of him.

"You are too polite, Your Majesty. My old bones can still walk a few steps." Lord Li raised his hand to signal his son to step aside, and answered slowly with a smile.

"Please take a seat, Lord." A guard with a high profile had already brought a chair, and Chu Yun personally helped Lord Li sit down.

"The Lord has done me a favor, so I will do my best to help you."

After the greetings, Chu Yun stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point.

Practicing Tai Chi with those old foxes in Kyoto would be a waste of time and energy, and he has important things to do.

"Haha, I just like your straightforwardness." Li Gelao stroked his beard, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes. "But, I do have a favor to ask of you."

"Please speak, Lord." Chu Yun sat up straight and waited quietly for Lord Li's next words.

"Chu Yun, you are not young anymore. For so many years, there has been no one to take care of your house. I feel bad for you. How about this? I have a granddaughter who is only 28 years old. She has learned some music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If you don't mind, let her be a maid."

"Lord Li." Chu Yun's expression remained unchanged as he said sternly, "I am already nearly thirty years old. After my wife passed away, I have vowed not to marry. I am afraid that I will disappoint your kindness. I just want to share your worries and have no intention of thinking about my own private affairs."

Li Ge Lao was not displeased at all, and the wrinkles on his face deepened:

"The Regent is diligent and should share more of Your Majesty's worries. But please forgive me for being so nosy. The sage said: cultivate yourself, manage your family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. Regent, you may wish to reconsider this."

"Mr. Li is right. Chu Yun will consider it carefully." The situation was deadlocked for a moment.

Having achieved their goal, the two chatted for a while, and then Lord Li left first, saying that he couldn't stand the wind.

"Your Highness, Lord Li is so persistent in looking for you over and over again." Seeing that the surroundings had returned to silence, Chu Yi came over while refilling tea and couldn't help but muttering softly.

"It's as expected." Chu Yun took a sip of tea slowly. "The Li family has been on the decline in recent years. It's reasonable for Elder Li to be anxious."

"Hmph, you're just relying on a little favor I showed you back then and now you want to ask for repayment." Chu Yi snorted heavily.

"So many years have passed in a flash. I remember when I first arrived in Kyoto, Nanyi was only this high." Chu Yun gestured with a smile.

"Your Highness, you make yourself look old by saying that." Chu Yi smiled and changed the subject. He knew that the prince was thinking about the princess again.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Chu Yun waved his hands, as if to let go of his memories. He looked towards the stadium and saw the group of high-spirited young men. "By the way, where is Nan Yi?"

"Well... it's true that I didn't see the King of the South for a game. I heard from Young Master Duan that he seemed to have gone to the south." Chu Yi was a little unsure and scratched his head.

Chu Yun didn't know what he was thinking of. A hint of gloom flashed across his eyes, and his voice lost its warmth: "And what about Gu Junwen? Where did that kid go?"

Chu Yi then remembered the important matter and whispered in his ear: "The spies reported that General Gu also went south, but earlier. He has been very close to the Southern King in the past two days."

"Let someone look for him. His Majesty has no way to explain what happened. Also," Chu Yun waved his hand, Chu Yi understood and moved closer to Chu Yun, "let the spies check where Gu Junwen was at the time."

"You are suspicious?"

"Gu Junwen came here today riding a maroon horse." Chu Yun took another sip of tea, his expression becoming even more ferocious.

"Yes, I will go check it out myself." Chu Yiyi clasped his fists and left after receiving the order.

In the dark room

Gu Junwen was flipping through the scrolls of books out of boredom. She covered her nose with her hands, trying to block out the thick musty smell, but she still choked and coughed from time to time: "This smell is too bad."

"Young General Gu, be content. This is a royal secret. It is a great honor for a subject like you to be allowed to read it." Lin Lin held the torch for Ye Nan and rolled his eyes at Gu Junwen without any hesitation when he heard the words.

Gu Junwen put down the scroll and leaned against the stone wall. Seeing that Ye Nanyi did not respond, he boldly retorted:

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know about those royal family affairs. What's the use of knowing? They have become history and cannot be changed or erased."

"You!" Lin Lin stomped his feet in anger.

"Okay, shut up!" Ye Nanyi suddenly interrupted, and the two of them instantly fell silent as if the mute button was pressed.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere around him, Ye Nanyi continued to search carefully in the dim light of the torch.

"In the spring of the 23rd year of Chongwu, there was a plague in the southwest. The former crown prince went to the southwest in person, and died a few months after returning. No one in the family survived.

In the summer of the twenty-third year, the Qiao family rebelled. The head of the Qiao family burned his entire family to death out of fear of being punished, and then hanged himself.

In the winter of the twenty-third year, the emperor died in his bedroom..."

Gu Junwen came over at some point and read aloud, "No, Your Majesty, this is too coincidental. There must be something fishy going on."

"How do you know?" Ye Nanyiyi's eyes were full of suspicion, staring at him so hard that Gu Junwen shuddered subconsciously.

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