Zhen Shouyi quickly dodged to the side: "A man's head and a woman's waist, don't grab them if you're not a lover! Besides, I feel more comfortable this way, and it better shows my unruliness and carefree attitude."
Murong Tong, who came in later, sneered: "He's practically half-buried in the ground, and you still call him a lover? Still so unrestrained and carefree? Aren't you afraid that Princess Changchuan will hear you and make you kneel on a washboard again?"
Murong Tong was an old acquaintance; Zu An had seen him several times already.
Zhen Shouyi, feeling embarrassed, said, "Don't go too far, you black-faced guy. Believe me or not, I'll expose how you spied on Lord Yu's wedding night back then."
Murong Tong was furious: "You old bastard, didn't you see it back then? And how many times have I said it? My skin color is a masculine and healthy bronze, not black."
Zuan was somewhat surprised. Logically speaking, they belonged to different camps and should have been at odds with each other. Why did they act like old friends?
However, he quickly realized that many of these officials in the capital had probably known each other since childhood, growing up together and achieving success together, only later choosing their respective camps.
Nevertheless, the old friendships remain, and many families even intermarry, so they are intertwined. It is just a struggle over traditions, not the irreconcilable conflict that I initially imagined.
Hearing the two arguing, Jiang Boyang felt a headache coming on. He ignored them and looked at Zu An. Suddenly, he frowned and asked, "Who put these shackles on you?"
As he spoke, he came over, and with a gentle flick of his hand, a chain automatically unlocked, clearly demonstrating his extremely high level of cultivation.
Zuan was taken aback; this guy seemed to have a lot of goodwill towards me.
Just then, Jiang Boyang did not continue to untie him. Instead, he straightened his slightly crooked collar, took a step back, looked him over, and then nodded in satisfaction before sitting back down.
Zuan was completely bewildered. "Brother, what are you doing? Why did you only unlock one chain and then stop? What's the meaning of this?"
He looked down and noticed that the chains on his body were perfectly symmetrical. Then, recalling the twisted expression on Lord Zongzheng's face when he saw his messy hair, he couldn't help but laugh and cry. It turned out he had encountered obsessive-compulsive disorder. He had thought the Lord Zongzheng had good intentions.
"Alright, alright, business is more important." Jiang Boyang stopped the two arguing nearby.
With his hair disheveled and unruly, Zhen Shouyi casually sat down in the main seat: "You can begin. You're an expert in solving cases."
Seeing him sitting crookedly in the chair, Jiang Boyang's breathing quickened again. He quickly looked away and slammed his hand on the table, the loud bang echoing in the room: "Zu'an, I checked the palace gate entry and exit records and found that you did not leave the palace before dusk. What shady business were you doing in the palace?"
This is a difficult question for Zu'an to answer, mainly because Zhu Xie Chixin repeatedly told him not to reveal his identity as an Embroidered-Robe Envoy, which makes it hard to explain why he stayed in the palace.
It should be known that for an official to remain outside the palace before dusk is a serious crime, and he would definitely be impeached for defiling the inner palace.
However, Zu'an was prepared and replied in a deep voice, "The Emperor has assigned me a secret mission, which is why I did not leave the palace."
The group exchanged glances and couldn't help but ask, "What secret mission?"
Zuan laughed: "I already said it's a secret mission, so how could I possibly tell anyone else?"
Murong Tong was furious: "You surnamed Zu, stop joking around here. We are interrogating you now, so you had better tell the truth."
It was this kid who caused him to go from being a powerful and influential military commander to sitting on the sidelines in a quiet government office. Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger.
Anger from Murong Tong: +491 +491 +491...
Zu An sighed: "Lord Murong, do you think I would dare to falsely convey the Emperor's will? This matter is easy to verify. After I left the Eastern Palace, I was summoned to the Imperial Study."
Murong Tong's breath hitched. In their view, no one would dare to forge an imperial edict, as that would be a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family.
At this moment, Jiang Boyang flipped through the file in his hand, nodded and said, "That is indeed the case."
Clearly, he had done a lot of research and gathered statements before he came.
Then he changed the subject: "But this only proves that you went to the Imperial Study to receive a secret mission, but no one knows where you went or what you did afterward. However, quite a few people have identified themselves as seeing you and the Crown Princess in disheveled state... cough cough, how do you explain this?"
"Nonsense! This is slander!" Zu An said, his expression agitated. "It's one thing to slander me, but to slander the pure and innocent Crown Princess is utterly despicable! May I ask, Lord Jiang, who exactly is slandering us?"
Jiang Boyang cleared his throat: "Whether it's slander or not, we will investigate, but we certainly cannot tell you the identities of those people."
Zuan said, "I've always been a kind and likable person, I really can't think of anyone who would frame me..."
"Likable?" Murong Tong sneered. Did this guy have some kind of distorted self-perception?
Zu An suddenly realized: "I remember now, it seems that because I was assassinated shortly after arriving in the capital, Lord Murong was implicated and lost his position. If someone really wants to frame me, I'm afraid..."
Murong Tong was so angry he was practically fuming: "You bastard, you said I would frame you!"
Anger from Murong Tong: +668 +668 +668...
Zuan spread his hands: "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."
He thought that although Murong Qinghe was a bit impulsive, she was generally much calmer than him.
Jiang Boyang hurriedly gestured, "Lord Murong, please calm down, please calm down."
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