"So, the prince got angry in the East Palace?" Wei Mingyuan was very interested in this rare good news. He tried to force himself to sit up, but after going out, the couch that he could sit on easily before actually got him stuck. It can be seen that traveling has nothing to do with losing weight.

As one of the first agents deployed to lurk in Zhongxing Prefecture, Chen Fan said with certainty, "It must be so."

Looking at the graceful yet elegantly dressed woman in front of him, Wei Mingyuan couldn't help but look at her. She had a traditional high bun worn by women of the Xia Kingdom. On top of the bun, there was no dazzling pearl hairpin, but a peony hairpin made entirely of crystal. The sunlight from the window filtered into the study, and Zhao Yao reflected dazzling light and shadow on the crystal hairpin.

"Hahahahahaha, the Earl of Qinghe said he would send experts to cooperate with me, but I never could have imagined that the head of the Qinghe Intelligence Department in Zhongxing Prefecture would be such a beautiful woman." Wei Mingyuan failed to stand up and could only return to a semi-recumbent position. Sometimes, thinking about his weight, it really did cause him a lot of trouble. Even thinking about flirting with women was extremely difficult.

Forget it. Normally I could ask the servants and guards to help me up, but now is not the time.

"However, I am very curious. I have been working hard in Zhongxing Prefecture for a period of time, but I am unaware of such a secret matter. How did you get the information, young lady?" Fortunately, the fact that he was powerless forced Wei Mingyuan to focus on serious matters.

"Of course, if there is something inconvenient to say, you don't have to say it. I am not the kind of person who makes things difficult for others." Although Wei Mingyuan said this, from his expression, it was clear that he wanted Chen Fan to say it out.

"Haha, it's not really a secret." Chen Fan smiled brightly, almost making Wei Mingyuan drool. However, Wei Mingyuan was a man who wanted to accomplish great things after all, so he took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

Chen Fan continued, "Everyone has people in the East Palace, and no one can hide this. It's just that our people got a piece of news, and I guess the uncle's people also know it, but they just don't take it to heart."

"What news?" Wei Mingyuan became interested.

"It is rumored that the prince has a favorite set of tea sets and uses the same teacup to drink tea every day. Is this true?" Chen Fan said slowly.

"I have seen this before. When I went to the East Palace before, the prince's tea set was completely different from ours. It was said that it was fired in a separate kiln by a famous artist, and the prince liked it very much when he saw it. From then on, this type of tea set seemed to have become the prince's exclusive use. I even made a special trip to buy it, but they refused to sell it. Hey~~~~" Wei Mingyuan thought for a while and said so.

"That's right. The eunuch beside the prince yesterday, the one named Liu Zhong, sent someone outside the city to ask Master Jia, the tea maker, to deliver another set of tea sets to the East Palace..." Chen Fan stopped talking here, and Wei Mingyuan could figure out the rest by himself.

"Excellent, truly excellent." Wei Mingyuan clapped his hand on the armrest of the couch and said, "This kind of porcelain, reserved for nobles, is always kept in a reserve to prevent it from being accidentally broken and leaving the noble without it. And Liu Zhong was able to leave safely, which means it wasn't that eunuch who broke it. Few people would touch this porcelain, so it must have been broken by the prince himself."

"But why didn't the prince break it by accident?"

Chen Fan did not answer. His hand holding the teacup loosened slightly, and the teacup fell to the ground and broke into three pieces.

Just when Wei Mingyuan didn't react, Chen Fan stood up, picked up Wei Mingyuan's teacup, and threw it out of the window with a bang.

Immediately, the sounds of weapons being unsheathed were heard outside the window, and dozens of armored guards rushed into the study. The leader stepped forward with a knife in his hand and was about to shout, but he found Wei Mingyuan with an embarrassed look on his face.

Wei Mingyuan just waved his hand, and the guards retreated like a tide, respectfully closing the study door before leaving.

Wei Mingyuan smiled wryly and said, "Don't blame me, young lady. I'm not very mobile. If someone really wants to assassinate me, I can't run away. I can only prepare more guards to be on the safe side. But I understand what you mean. I didn't expect that judging by the fragments whether it was an accident or a forceful drop was really an oversight on my part."

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged throughout the entire process. He smiled and said, "Since my Lord has already known about this, I will take my leave. However, the Qinghe Campaign is imminent, so I hope my Lord will make early preparations."

Chen Fan bowed slightly, and just as he was about to walk out the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back to say, "By the way, Uncle, the prerequisite for using the cup as a signal is to smash the cup quickly. Why don't you remove the carpet under your feet? It's so thick, I'm afraid there won't be any sound if you fall on it."

Zhang Yuan is a very busy man.

As the most likely candidate for the next Minister of the Secretariat, Zhang Yuan was commendable in his official duties, working more than twelve hours a day. However, as soon as he returned to Zhongxing Prefecture, Zhang Yuan had to immerse himself in the vast amount of official duties. He had to hurry up to finish the work he had owed during this period.

Everyone saw Lord Zhang's diligence, and even his opponents in the court had to admit that he was "really diligent." Well, except for one person.

In the evening, Zhang Yuan, who had just finished a social event, was sitting in a carriage and was about to arrive at his mansion. The housekeeper in the mansion saw Zhang's carriage just appearing at the corner of the street and ran over quickly.

The butler stopped the carriage, an indescribable expression on his anxious face, as if he had been constipated for three weeks and suddenly the bowels were unblocked, but only half of the bowels were unblocked, and the rest was blocked again.

"What's the matter? Why can't we talk about it after I get home?" Zhang Yuan had drunk a bit too much with his colleagues tonight, and he really wanted to go home first to wash up before discussing things. The smell of alcohol and sweat clung to his body, and the temperature didn't drop with the sun after sunset, making him feel sticky and uncomfortable.

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