Lu Xiaoyun couldn't help but frown slightly: "How do we give them the credentials? How do we know when to take action? What are the details to arrange? If we don't have someone to negotiate with them beforehand, aren't we afraid that something might go wrong with such a big deal?"
Feng Yan lowered his head: "Use, use kites."
A kite? A flying kite!
"The man used a kite to send the deposit slip and a letter into the courtyard of the Fengyue Gang at night. The servants found them the next morning when they got up to sweep the courtyard and gave them to the gang leader. I inquired around but couldn't find out who sent the kite. The news stopped there, so I had to come back and report to my master."
Feng Yan knelt on one knee to plead guilty: "It was my fault for failing in my duties. Please punish me, Master!"
Ha, that's certainly being careful enough.
So who exactly is behind this? If it were those ministers in the court who killed their sons and grandsons on the battlefield, they would have contacted the Crown Prince or the Third Prince before taking action.
With their involvement, it's impossible that only people from the Prince An's mansion were involved in the incident.
Who else would want Zhu Yu dead?
Northern Qi? That seems unlikely. Their crown prince just died, and they only signed a ceasefire alliance with Great Zhou a little over a month ago. They don't have the capability to send people thousands of miles away to carry out such a meticulous assassination.
This person is so cautious and discreet that he must be someone familiar to Zhu Yu and his bodyguards.
Is it possible to fly a kite in the dead of winter without any clues?
The original owner of this body never cared about the political situation, so now that it's her turn, she really can't understand it.
No, Zhu Yu must know about this.
Lu Xiaoyun waved her hand: "Get up. This is not your fault. I understand. You may leave."
Feng Yan's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing and left.
When I came out of the study, I saw Jiang Chuan leaning against a pillar in the corridor, holding a book in his hand, reading it with great interest.
Feng Yan's expression darkened slightly as he walked to Jiang Chuan's side and said, "Is this how you serve your master now?"
Jiang Chuan glanced at him: "Oh, An Yi, did the prince scold you? Look at your face, tsk tsk."
Feng Yan slapped Jiang Chuan on the forehead: "How many times have I told you? My name is Feng Yan now. If you keep calling me that in secret, you'll ruin your master's important plans."
Jiang Chuan wasn't annoyed by the slap. He raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'll remember next time."
The book in his hand made a rustling sound as he raised it.
Feng Yan was already taller than Jiang Chuan, and he reached out to snatch the book away, saying, "What kind of book is this? You're so engrossed in it that you've forgotten how to serve your master."
Turning the book over, you can see the words "Psychology" written on it.
"Psychology? What does that mean?"
Jiang Chuan snatched the book from Feng Yan's hand, waved it at him, and said, "This book is a treasure. Once you understand it, I can guess what you're thinking right now just by looking at your expression."
"Is it really that miraculous?"
"Of course. You don't believe me?"
Feng Yan rolled his eyes at Jiang Chuan: "Believe it, believe it, believe it? When did you, Young Master Jiang, ever say that I wouldn't believe you?"
Jiang Chuan scoffed and pointed at Feng Yan's lips, saying, "Look, the corners of your mouth are slightly upturned, but the curve isn't very pronounced, which means you're just fooling me and don't believe me at all."
Feng Yan scoffed at him and touched his nose: "Who says I don't believe it?"
"Heh." Jiang Chuan flipped through the book and handed it to him: "Look, it says that when people lie, they will subconsciously touch their nose, avoid looking the other person in the eye, and so on. Didn't you just do that? So now, I can know what you're thinking no matter what you do."
Feng Yan looked up, his eyes flickering.
Jiang Chuan immediately took three steps back: "Are you trying to steal my book?"
Feng Yan: "..." It really does seem like the case.
"I won't steal it, just let me take a look."
Jiang Chuan examined the book carefully and then handed it over.
Feng Yan took the book, carefully flipped through a few pages, and asked, "Where did you get this book?" Some of the things in it did seem to have a certain air about them.
Jiang Chuan proudly raised his head: "It's in the Prince's study. It's under his desk as a table leg. I was curious about the name on it, so I asked the Prince, and he just gave it to me."
You're so proud of a book that's just for propping up a table leg.
Promising.
Feng Yan frowned as he looked at the messy handwriting in the "Psychology" book, feeling somewhat uncertain.
Jiang Chuan leaned closer to Feng Yan and whispered, "Don't you think the Prince has changed since he woke up?"
Feng Yan glanced at the closed study door behind him and nodded.
Jiang Chuan flipped the book to the middle, slightly towards the back, and pointed to the contents: "Look, this book explains things very clearly in cases like our Prince's. A person's environment and major experiences can change their temperament, and some people can even become completely different from before."
Feng Yan glanced at Jiang Chuan, and he felt that something was off.
Jiang Chuanchao nodded to him, then lowered his voice: "This time, the Prince almost lost his life. Imperial Physician Jiang said that if the Prince hadn't woken up two days ago, the manor would have had to hold a funeral. It was supposed to be a grand wedding, a joyous occasion, but he almost lost his life. Do you think there could be anything more serious than this?"
"Is there?"
“Yes, but I think our prince is still good. Although there have been changes, they are not as drastic as the officials said, right?” After saying that, Jiang Chuanchao gave a thumbs up to the tightly closed door. “Our prince is indeed our prince. Even if he had to go through the gates of hell, he would be no different.”
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