Zhu Yunwen smiled slightly and said:

"And there's something even more absurd. I suspect there's someone behind the prefect of Yongzhou. Unfortunately, the prefect of Yongzhou would rather die than reveal it."

The nephew was too lazy to investigate. He figured even a fool could tell that the person behind this was probably someone of considerable status and power in the Ming Dynasty.

Prince Zhu Gang of Jin feigned doubt and said:

"Oh, does my nephew know who's really behind this?"

Zhu Yunwen turned to look at Zhu Gang, and then said:

"Could it be my third uncle?"

Pig liver's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhu Yunhu with some nervousness.

But Zhu Yunwen burst into laughter and said:

"Uncle, don't be nervous. I was just joking. How could it be you, Uncle? You're so far away, it's impossible for you to contact the prefect of Yongzhou to have someone assassinate me."

Besides, you are my own third uncle; we are related by blood. There is absolutely no way you would do something so cruel to your own family.

Zhu Gang gave a few forced laughs and said:

"Of course, of course. I would never order someone to assassinate you. You are my nephew, and I am your uncle..."

Zhu Yunwen nodded slightly and said:

"It's good that you know, Uncle. Otherwise, if you really did this, you might not even have the face to face my father after you die in the underworld a few years later."

Zhu Gang smiled, but he felt that what he said sounded a bit strange. What did he mean by dying in a few years?

He thought to himself, "Is this little brat cursing me that I won't live much longer?"