"Of course," Li Tiao said guiltily, not daring to look at the Fourth Prince.

"What about Yunhui? Lao Ba said Yunhui is dead, there's no way to verify anything, so you're safe. What does he mean by that?"

Li Tiao now knows what it felt like to be executed, because she is experiencing it herself. She knows that the Fourth Prince may have overheard some of it, but she never expected that he had heard so much.

"Yunhui... Miss Yunhui... This servant doesn't know what the Eighth Prince means by that." Li Tiao's mind was a little muddled, and she didn't know how to reply, because the Fourth Prince's question was too sudden.

"I don't know, would Lao Ba ask you? Is he that free?"

The Fourth Prince remained calm and composed, as if he were talking about someone else's business. Li Tiao thought that if he had lost his temper, she wouldn't have been so worried. The way he was acting now was making her very uneasy, and she couldn't figure out what he really meant at all.

"Replying to your question, sir, this servant does not know either. Perhaps Miss Yunhui knows, but Miss Yunhui..."

The Fourth Prince suddenly laughed: "Should I say you're clever, letting me ask a dead man!"

After he finished speaking, the Fourth Prince was no longer calm and composed. The chill emanating from him made Li Tiao even more nervous, and she shuddered and stood up straight instantly.

Just as Li Tiao's mind was racing, trying to figure out how to defend herself, the Fourth Prince spoke in a low voice, as if he were holding a death warrant: "The dead will naturally not say anything, but the dead may give guidance, such as this note."

A note? While Li Tiao hesitated, the Fourth Prince had already slammed the note on the table!