Men are quite amazing; they can adjust their size and hardness at will.
"However, there is one thing: when I am not in the manor, you must be careful of Fatty and Yan'er and not touch anything they bring into the room."
Zhu Yu hummed in agreement: "I understand. You're the one who fell into her trap."
“I know, your ‘little brother’ is picky.”
Has Lian Yongyuan confessed?
Lu Xiaoyun leaned back in her chair: "More or less, but to completely solidify the charge, something's still missing. Zhu Yu, do you have any other good ideas?"
Zhu Yu glanced at her, snorted coldly, and knew she didn't.
So he took a piece of paper from under his pillow and handed it to Lu Xiaoyun: "Give this to Feng Yan, he knows what to do."
Lu Xiaoyun took it out of curiosity, opened it, and immediately widened her eyes: "Zhu Yu, where did you get this?"
Given Zhu Yu's current situation, it's impossible for him to leave this courtyard. Yet, the account of the crime is incredibly detailed, detailing when, where, and with whom he conspired to assassinate him.
However, this handwriting is clearly not his. Zhu Yu's characters are vigorous and powerful, penetrating the paper, while this handwriting clearly lacks strength.
Zhu Yu raised his chin arrogantly: "Of course it was written by me."
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched: "Did you imitate Li Quan's handwriting?"
As the Prince of An, Zhu Yu naturally had writings by Li Quan in his study.
"Um."
Lu Xiaoyun rolled her eyes. Zhu Yu had a photographic memory, which made others envious.
Is there anything this person can't do?
"You want Feng Yan to secretly put this thing in Lian Yongyuan's residence?"
"Hmm, not too stupid."
"But……"
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