So when the waiter brought water up to the two of them, Shuzhan called out to him again.
He stared at the waiter with a sly smile, making the waiter's legs tremble. The waiter, with a mournful face, said, "Sir, I'm a coward, please don't scare me. If you need anything, just tell me. But I'm really not cut out to be an assassin..."
"No, no, no." Shu Zhan shook his head and said with a smile, "Waiter..."
Half an hour later, the waiter sniffed and found another silver ingot in his pocket.
"Alright, I've found out." Shu Zhan sat down at the table and took a sip of tea. "According to him, that prefect goes to the theater almost every two weeks to listen to that noisy opera. He always goes before noon and has a meal there."
Shu Zhan clicked his tongue and said, "This is a really good life. Eating and drinking, and even having a little music. It's quite comfortable."
Lu Huai glanced at him and said, "Envious? If you're envious, go take the imperial examination and you'll have an even better life."
"No, no, no, I'm not envious at all, not even a little bit." Shu Zhan quickly waved his hand. "I think I'm already living a comfortable life. As for taking the imperial examinations and such, I'd rather not."
Lu Huai twitched the corner of his mouth.
“We know the time, but how can we be sure he'll definitely go tomorrow? Although he hasn't gone for almost half a month, we can't be certain. If he doesn't go, what will you do with your three-day deadline?”
Shu Zhan glanced at him, then sighed in exasperation, "You, I don't know where you get your confidence from, saying you can convince everyone in three days? Do you want to fly to the moon? You know there's not much time, yet you still come here. I really don't know what to say to you."
Lu Huai remained silent, pondering what to do tomorrow.
"Since you're going to make such a big promise, why don't you at least give me a few more days' guarantee?" Shu Zhan continued nagging. "If that prefect doesn't go to the theater tomorrow, you'll be in big trouble."
Lu Huai parted his thin lips slightly, "Isn't that simple?"
Shu Zhan was stunned by what he said and didn't react. "What?"
“Send him to the theater,” Lu Huai said.
Shu Zhan looked at him in surprise, "You've come up with a plan?"
Lu Huai hummed in agreement.
Shu Zhan asked curiously, "How so?"
Lu Huai raised an eyebrow. "Speak it out."
Shu Zhan: "..."
Lu Huai glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling. "Have you forgotten whose opera house that is?"
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The next morning.
Shu Zhan thought about it all night, but still couldn't figure out what Lu Huai's last words yesterday meant.
What does it mean to say, "Have you forgotten whose opera house that is?"
Who else could it be? Of course it belongs to him!
But what good is that? Even if he is the young master of the theater, it won't help.
He couldn't order the governor to come. Not even his father or mother could.
Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. Even a prefect, though of low rank, is still an official, while he is merely a small business owner, and a young master at that! Moreover, the prefect's position is not insignificant, especially since they are both located on someone else's territory.
I really don't know what Lu Huai was thinking. Did he really think he could rely on him?
Shu Zhan admitted he was good-looking, but this wasn't a world that judged solely on appearance. Besides, the prefect was an old man…
Thinking of this, Shu Zhan couldn't help but glance at Lu Huai with complicated emotions. If he really wanted him to seduce that old man, then... he... what would he do...?
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