Mu Anheng leaned against the wall, his body trembling slightly. He glanced at Jin Yinhua, and although she had concealed the wariness in her eyes very well, he still noticed it.

"No."

Honeysuckle visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "I was narrow-minded. I still want to thank Young Master Mu for his kindness."

Mu Anheng nodded, and with a sigh, said, "Consider it something I owe her."

Honeysuckle nodded and ate the sweet potato bite by bite.

"who?"

Mu Anheng suddenly stood up and looked towards the door.

Honeysuckle quickly covered her face, just as a wad of paper rolled in through the doorway.

"careful."

Mu Anheng spoke up to remind him, poked the wad of paper with a stick, and only felt relieved after finding nothing amiss.

"Please understand during this special period."

Honeysuckle nodded: "I understand."

As she spoke, she took the wad of paper in her hand, unfolded it, and examined it with a look of suspicion.

"Oh my god."

Looking at the concise sentence above, Jin Yinhua couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Mu Anheng remained leaning against the wall, his expression unchanging, seemingly uninterested in the contents of the paper.

Honeysuckle crumpled the paper into a ball again and threw it into the fire.

'Mu Anyu was actually selling smuggled salt!'

According to the ironclad laws of the Great Qi Dynasty, anyone who sells smuggled salt shall be killed without exception!

Jin Yinhua smiled coldly: Mu Anyu, you're going to die!

~~

He Shuhong and Mr. Ho's Mansion.

Lord Cui Zhiping, the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, is having tea at his residence.

"Lord Cui, how does the tea here compare to yours?"

Lord Cui took a sip and clicked his tongue repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad. Lord He seems to have some free time these days."

Lord He didn't stop, continuing to add fuel to the fire and brew tea: "I'm not exactly free. It's just that I haven't had tea with Lord Cui in a long time, so I made a special trip to come here."

Lord Cui chuckled softly, "Hahaha, why hasn't Lord He gone to His Majesty to cause trouble for the Third Prince lately?"

Lord He's face, which had been all smiles just a moment ago, darkened in an instant: "Let him go for now, but if he continues to be so shameless, I will definitely impeach him."

Lord Cui smiled again: "Very well."

"My lord, the person has been brought."

As he spoke, a servant led a young man over.

Lord He looked at him calmly and said, "Raise your head."

As the young man's face gradually emerged and became clearer, it was revealed to be real.

Lord Cui's teacup suddenly wobbled, spilling all over the ground: It was him?

Lord He looked at him and asked with a smile, "Does Lord Cui know him?"

Lord Cui looked at Lord He, then at the young man, and shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Oh? I thought Lord Cui had met him before. He's the biggest salt smuggler in the capital."

Upon hearing this, Lord Cui was shocked once again: Lord He actually knew.

"It turns out that Lord He had also heard about the smuggling of salt and had even caught the mastermind."

Lord He shook his head: "No, no, no, he is not the mastermind. The mastermind is someone else. You, tell me!"

Aside from being slightly flustered, the young man showed no other signs of panic, and his tone of voice was quite calm: "In reply to you, sir, my name is Zhang A-ming. I was born on the outskirts of the capital. My family runs a small business, selling smuggled salt, and I've only been here for three months."

Upon hearing this, and looking at Zhang Amin, Lord Cui's doubts reached their peak.

"Lord He, to be honest, our Dali Temple has been tracking this man for over seven days, not daring to alert him. But he suddenly disappeared yesterday. It turns out you captured him? He doesn't have a single wound on his body, so he probably wasn't tortured. I'm just curious, Lord He, what method did you use to get Zhang A-Ming to confess willingly?"

Lord He's expression gradually turned cold: "That's because someone killed his entire family!"