Boss Du knelt on the ground with his head lowered, his legs trembling, and he felt cold sweat involuntarily breaking out on his back.
Poor farmer, he has lived for so many years and has never seen anyone like this, who doesn't say a word, but just sits there and makes himself sweat profusely.
He had a lot of questions to ask, but Jun Moyi didn't say anything, so he didn't even dare to fart and could only kneel there cautiously.
Although Boss Du had just entered the palace, his intuition told him that Liu Shang's situation seemed not optimistic. At least, he had been in the palace for such a long time and had not heard Jun Moyi send anyone to call Liu Shang over.
Thinking of the huge changes that happened in his family last night, Boss Du's heart suddenly sank.
He felt that his family seemed to be involved in some huge conspiracy, and this conspiracy was probably related to Liu Shang.
Boss Du kept guessing in his mind.
Jun Moyi sat there, seemingly not caring what the farmer in front of him was thinking.
When he heard Butler Song say that Liu Shang's brother had appeared, he originally thought that the person in the palace had come up with some new trick, but now it seems that it is not the case.
The folding fan in his hand tapped against his palm again and again, his eyes fixed on the cloth bag that Boss Du had been holding tightly since he entered the door, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed.
He stared at the man for a long moment, then slowly asked, "Is your last name Du?"
Hearing Jun Moyi's slightly lazy tone, Boss Du shuddered, and quickly straightened his back and responded in a tense voice.
"Yes, yes... In reply to your Highness, my last name is Du."
Jun Moyi's expression remained unchanged. "Is he Liushang's brother?"
"Yes, I am Liushang's elder brother."
General Du Liushang had not been home for a long time, and his family had suffered a major change, so he took the risk to go into the city and wanted to bring her the thing that Liushang left behind last time, saying that it could save his life.
This actually aroused Jun Moyi's curiosity.
His eyes were still fixed on the inconspicuous little blue cloth bag, and he felt a little surprised. He wondered what kind of thing could allow Liu Shang, the spy, to brazenly claim that it could save his life.
Jun Moyi fell silent again.
Seeing this, Boss Du didn't dare to speak without authorization, so he had to continue to lower his head and wait for Jun Moyi's decision.
His heart was in turmoil for a moment, and his original guess gradually became clear.
Liu Shang did not seem to be as popular in the palace as she said. On the contrary, there was a hint of subtlety in Jun Moyi's tone when he mentioned Liu Shang.
Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Boss Du's forehead. He even doubted whether his behavior of coming to find Jun Moyi was right or wrong.
Sister, oh sister, you don’t want to kill me, do you?
But no matter how turbulent Boss Du's heart was, Jun Moyi remained as still as a mountain.
He had asked Butler Song to send people to investigate the Du family. The Du family was murdered last night, and only Boss Du escaped. Now, even those huts were burned to ashes.
This is obviously a means of killing and silencing someone.
I guess that person in the palace couldn't help but take action himself.
But Jun Moyi's behavior made Liu Shang look at him with a new respect.
From what Boss Du said, Liu Shang seemed to have anticipated that one day she would encounter an accident, so she left a life-saving item for Boss Du in advance, but she didn't use this item on herself.
Or perhaps, her ultimate goal was to use that thing to save Boss Du's life.
But why did she tell Boss Du to bring the things to Prince An's Mansion?
There was a meaningful look in Jun Moyi's eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said calmly, "Your sister Liushang is dead."
Hearing Jun Moyi's words, Boss Du was shocked all over, as if it was unexpected, but also as if it was expected.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jun Moyi, his eyes wide open, his lips trembling violently, but he didn't say a word.
But the bottom of my eyes gradually became moist.
Even someone like Jun Moyi, who usually has a heart of stone, was suddenly moved.
Regardless of Liu Shang's identity, this kind of brother-sister love is very touching.
At least he had never seen it in all these years in the palace.
Boss Du's heart was in turmoil, and finally his back, which had been straight, suddenly bent down, and he seemed to look much older in an instant.
He squeezed the package in his hand, then, as if making up his mind, he put it on the ground and gently pushed it forward.
"Then give this thing to the prince."
Jun Moyi just glanced at her calmly, "Aren't you going to ask how she died?"
Boss Du was stunned, and a hint of hesitation seemed to flash across his eyes, but he finally shook his head. "My sister probably expected this day to come, so she told me that this thing could save my life one day. Since she said she works in the palace, she probably wants me to bring this thing to the palace. As for the rest, it's not my place to ask."
Hearing this, Jun Moyi's eyes showed a look of surprise.
He didn't expect that Boss Du, a farmer who worked in the fields all day, could say such words.
After a long moment, Jun Moyi nodded and sighed softly, "Well, Steward Song, take the man down and let him have a good rest. He must be tired after running around all night."
"Yes." Butler Song nodded and was about to move when he heard the voice of Boss Du.
"Your Majesty, I want to go home and take a look."
"Of course, but you should get some rest first. Once you've rested, I'll send someone to take you home."
Although Jun Moyi's tone was gentle, it carried an irresistible tone.
Boss Du is a smart man. After hearing this, he naturally won't continue to confront Jun Moyi.
Even though he was very worried about Mrs. Du and Mrs. Du at home, he still nodded obediently, stood up and followed Butler Song downstairs.
After he left, Yan Hui went down and took the small blue cloth bag in his hand. He first glanced at Jun Moyi, and seeing that the other party did not stop him, he opened the cloth bag.
There was only a small medicine bottle and a piece of paper in the cloth bag.
Yan Hui gently shook it open and took a look. It looked like a prescription.
"Your Majesty."
Yan Hui respectfully placed the thing in his hand in Jun Moyi's hand.
Jun Moyi glanced at it casually, then put the medicine bottle under his nose and sniffed it. He felt that the smell seemed somewhat familiar.
His heart tightened, and an impossible thought suddenly surfaced.
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