Song Yushu was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth, with all sorts of thoughts in her mind, but she finally told the truth, "To live well and to get revenge."
Although he already had the answer in his mind, hearing it with his own ears was a completely different experience. Lu Zhixing sat back on the bed and waved his hand calmly, "You go out first."
"Yes, Your Highness." Song Yushu walked out quietly.
Perhaps it was because of something Lu Zhixing experienced in the Lin Mansion that he hoped that his loyalty to him was out of friendship.
But Song Yushu didn't want to lie to him. After all, lying in front of Lu Zhixing was meaningless. She stood outside the door, sighed lightly, and ordered the people below not to disturb Lu Zhixing.
However, there were still some short-sighted people who bribed the maid who was cleaning the yard and walked into the yard with tea. When they saw that there was no one there, they were secretly happy.
He was about to enter through the door stealthily.
One of the secret guards in the yard was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Twelve. Lu Zhixing's temper has improved a lot recently, and he just happened to bump into him without thinking, maintaining Lu Zhixing's reputation for being irritable.
Song Yushu had instructed her to let in some unimportant spies occasionally, as surrounding them too tightly would easily arouse suspicion.
As expected, the spy, disguised as a housemaid, was thrown into the yard by Lu Zhixing the moment he entered. Lu Zhixing shouted angrily, "Twelve! Drag this blind bastard away and give him a good beating!"
Then there was a crackling sound of something being smashed in the room.
"Your Highness, please spare my life!" The spy struggled to get up and kowtowed continuously. Her master had always wanted to place someone close to Lu Zhixing. She was confident in her beauty and wanted to take the opportunity to get promoted, but she didn't expect Lu Zhixing to be so moody.
Twelve walked out from the dark and knocked the spy unconscious with a palm. After all, if she continued shouting, it would be their group of secret guards who would be punished.
The bustling sounds from Lu Zhixing's courtyard spread to Song Yushu's courtyard. Song Chun was reporting on the internal affairs of the mansion. After hearing the voices, he looked up at Song Yushu who was reading a letter and said, "Master..."
"It's okay." Lu Zhixing was angry, but Fafa was fine. Song Yushu didn't take it to heart. She was no longer the little eunuch who was trembling with fear for her life. "Patrols in the mansion must be strengthened. Report any suspicious activity to me immediately. Don't act rashly."
"yes."
"Notify Liu Xia that the forces outside the palace must slowly recover and not act hastily."
"yes."
"The prince needs money. Please check the money outside the palace and deposit it into several accounts in our own bank. Don't deposit too much at a time."
"Yes, Master." Song Chun thought again and again, and finally took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Song Yushu. "This letter was sent by an old friend of mine, asking a favor of me. After reading the letter, I always feel that it is a bit strange."
At Song Yushu's instigation, Song Chun maintained contact with people he had previously met, with the goal of casting a wider net. Hearing Song Chun say this, Song Yushu became interested, "Oh? Why is that strange?"
"I lent him some money before, and he said he wanted to start a business, but I never thought he would actually open a brothel." Song Chun couldn't believe that his seemingly honest old friend would actually start such a business. "The letter said that the prostitutes under his name have been mysteriously disappearing recently."
"Missing?" Song Yushu read the letter carefully. It asked Song Chun to borrow Lu Zhixing's name to put pressure on the Jingzhao prefect to find the prostitutes in the house as soon as possible. After all, dozens of people had disappeared.
This is not a small number. Almost half of the prostitutes in the brothel are gone.
She picked up the brush on the table and circled the places where the prostitute mentioned in the letter had last gone.
Song Chun poked his head in the air, a vague idea forming in his mind. Suddenly, he tapped his hands, "All prostitutes pass through a Taoist temple before disappearing!"
"That Taoist temple is one of the ones under the Ministry of Rites." Song Yushu knocked on the table, a smile flashing in his eyes, "We must hold the knife that was offered to us carefully."
The Ministry of Rites was in charge of sacrifices, so it had several Taoist temples under its name so that it could better serve the royal family.
Lu Zhixing has returned from the northern border, and Song Yushu has gained a certain amount of power. It's time to start resisting the power of the Crown Prince and the Lin family...
The second day.
The maids on duty in front of Lu Zhixing's bedroom were relieved when they saw Song Yushu coming. After all, Lu Zhixing's rage yesterday scared them.
Soon, a sound came from Lu Zhixing's room. The maids took a look at Song Yushu while carrying something, and only followed him with their heads down after he went in first.
Lu Zhixing sat on the edge of the bed with a sullen face, watching Song Yushu and his men walk in with a heavy gaze.
"Your Highness, may I help you wash up?" Song Yushu asked softly.
Lu Zhixing, who hadn't slept all night, snorted softly and raised his chin to a maid beside him, "Let the one behind you come."
Yuhe, the maid standing behind Song Yushu, shuddered a little, then glanced at Song Yushu and asked for his opinion.
Song Yushu nodded, and Yuhe came up tremblingly with a little maid carrying water.
But before she could wipe Lu Zhixing's face with the wet handkerchief, Lu Zhixing tilted his head and shouted in surprise, "What's that on you? Get off!"
After being scolded, Yuhe quickly retreated with her maid. She didn't put on any paint today, but she didn't dare to refute.
Song Yushu asked the maid to fill a basin with warm water again, moved the chrysanthemums on the water surface, and was about to soak the handkerchief when Lu Zhixing called him again.
"Are you trying to contaminate my face washing water with that wounded hand of yours?" Lu Zhixing frowned and tilted his head in disgust.
"Your Highness, please forgive me." Song Yushu bowed and saluted. Since Lu Zhixing didn't allow her to kneel down and kowtow in the mansion, she was happy to do so.
In the end, it was Yuhe who helped Lu Zhixing wash up, which directly led to the people in the mansion's evaluation of Lu Zhixing as difficult to deal with rising to a higher level.
After sending the servants away, Song Yushu reported the disappearance of the prostitute to Lu Zhixing.
"Although they are involved in the flesh trade, they are still pitiful people. We don't know whether they are alive or dead." Song Yushu sighed.
She's so devoted to prostitutes. If she weren't trapped in the palace, would she be like this to everyone? Lu Zhixing felt a pang of sourness in his heart, and said sarcastically, "You're really kind."
Song Yushu pretended not to hear and stood aside as a wooden stake.
Seeing Song Yushu's expression, Lu Zhixing snorted softly, stood up, and put his hands behind his back. "If the Ministry of Rites dared to do this, they must have made thorough preparations. Do you really think you can pry it out?"
"I also know that this is not an easy task. However, to put it in a small way, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. To put it in a big way, we can take this opportunity to make a big deal out of this matter and drag the Ministry of Rites into the water. Your Highness, what do you think?" Song Yushu lowered his head in thought. He really had not obtained any evidence yet. It would be very difficult to overthrow the Ministry of Rites in Prince Yu's camp.
She secretly glanced at Lu Zhixing. Moreover, Prince Yu Lu Zhichen was Lu Zhixing's biological brother, so...
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