Nan Yi, a modern female bodyguard, fails a mission and travels back three hundred years to the Qing Dynasty. At that time, she became the side consort of the Fourth Prince of the Qing Dynasty, but ...
Zheng Yong didn't force him. He took a sip himself. It was cheap wine, and after one sip, his throat felt like it was on fire, but his body felt much warmer.
His thoughts returned to the person he had just met. He couldn't understand it. They were both eunuchs serving the emperor, each with their own secret missions, and rarely had the chance to meet. They were merely nodding acquaintances.
The last time we met was half a year ago.
Zhou Hancheng, Shicheng... Zheng Yong mentally processed the officials of Shicheng one by one, analyzing the possible connections between them.
Nan Yi had caught a chill; it was quite a cold. He had a stuffy nose, a runny nose, and his mind was a complete mess. All he could do was sleep.
Zheng Yong bribed the yamen runners to get her some medicine, but whether it was because her cold was too severe or the medicine was ineffective, her minor cold dragged on for three days without getting better.
Zheng Yong was extremely worried.
On one hand, Nan Yi's status is very important, and she cannot afford to make any mistakes. The prison is damp and cold, and there is a lack of medical care and medicine. On the other hand, he had a secret conversation with Zhou Hancheng and learned a shocking secret. In this urgent situation, he had to act quickly.
Zheng Yong had no choice but to seek help from the capital. He did not mention the chance encounter between Nan Yi and the two of them when Nan Yi ran away. He only said that he accidentally bumped into her in the dungeon of Shicheng while on official business.
Nan Yi is seriously ill and requests that an imperial physician be sent to treat him.
When this news reached Emperor Kangxi's desk, he was speechless for a long time. He wondered whether it was because Lady Tong was lucky or unlucky that she kept running into Zheng Yong's hands.
After a long pause, he asked, "Have you found out what the fourth brother is busy with?"
Li Dequan's eyes flickered slightly. "Your Majesty, I heard that Consort Tong has gone missing."
Kangxi was slightly taken aback. "Lost, this time she got lost again." His calm voice revealed no emotion. He pondered for a moment and looked at Li Dequan. "This girl is strange. She was involved in the events in Shicheng."
This was a difficult question to answer. As a servant, he couldn't fathom the Emperor's thoughts, nor did he dare to speak rashly. So, Li Dequan gave a proper reply, "Perhaps it's just a coincidence."
Emperor Kangxi stood with his hands behind his back, staring for a long time at a pot of winter plum blossoms outside the window. "How is she?"
Li Dequan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized who she was referring to, and replied, "Your Majesty, the plum blossoms at Songyanzhai are in bloom. The master loves plum blossoms and spends all his time admiring them at Songyanzhai."
"Hmm... Issue an imperial decree ordering the Fourth Prince to secretly investigate the copper mine case in Shicheng. Also, send the Thirteenth Prince. Zheng Yong is to return to the capital to await further instructions."
"twitter."