Chapter 872 Concealment (1)
It has been over a month since Shen Miao left Dingjing City.
I don't know where Prince Rui's wedding procession is now; it's impossible to catch up. For over a month now, talk of that magnificent wedding, a decade-long affair, hasn't stopped in Dingjing. The restaurant's storyteller recounts the grand occasion of Prince Rui's marriage, and the guests still fill the room. The storyteller nods as he recounts the story, and the guests feel a sympathetic connection.
After all, not everyone can afford such a generous gesture.
After Shen Miao transformed herself into the Princess of Rui and Prince Rui married far away to Daliang, two things happened in Dingjing City.
One incident was the sudden closure of the Fengxian Pawnshop, which had been operating in Dingjing City for many years. Overnight, everyone, from the shopkeeper to the clerks, deserted the shop. The shop's several shops and buildings were sold off at low prices. It was rumored that the owner had a family emergency and needed money, which was why he left so suddenly. This was a bit sad. Although the Fengxian Pawnshop's business was very valuable, and those who came to pawn or buy items were either wealthy or noble, ordinary people could not afford it. But after all, he had worked there for so many years, and his sudden departure was still a bit strange.
It was only after the change of ownership that the people discovered that for so many years, no one had ever seen what the owner of Fengxian Pawnshop looked like.
The second thing was that the mighty General Chen Xin was promoted after his daughter got married. He was promoted to the rank of Military Chief, in charge of the entire imperial guards.
On the surface, it was a promotion, but in reality, it wasn't. First, the military commander only had the power to mobilize troops, not to train them. It was just an empty, sinecure. Although the salary was better than that of a general, who lived on a salary? Secondly, Shen Xin had always trained the Shen Family Army, his personal soldiers. Suddenly, he switched to the Imperial Guards, who were Emperor Wenhui's people. Could Shen Xin really mobilize them? I'm afraid not.
So everyone with eyes and brains knew that Emperor Wenhui was wary of Chen Xin. Shen Miao married into Daliang, and Chen Xin was a man who loved his legitimate daughter. Daliang and Mingqi now had such a delicate relationship. If Chen Xin favored his daughter, secretly defected to Daliang, and did something bad to Mingqi, it would be disastrous.
Although Chen Xin had served as a general in Ming Qi for so many years, his loyalty was evident to heaven and earth, but emperors had always been suspicious. After all, he was a minister while others were the monarchs. He could only blame himself for his bad luck.
The court officials saw clearly, but the common people were complaining on behalf of Chen Xin. The imperial family was truly heartless. It was clearly Emperor Wenhui who had granted the marriage, yet now they were upset about it and were making Chen Xin bear the blame for nothing. It was truly infuriating.
Emperor Wenhui didn't care about these things. He was now trying his best to please the Emperor of Qin. For some reason, Daliang always made him feel uneasy, as if it was a potential danger. At least he should join forces with Qin, otherwise he would have no peace every day.
Prince Ding's Mansion has not been very happy recently.
Fu Xiuyi said gloomily, "It's been a month, and we still haven't found Pei Lang's whereabouts. Could he be flying or escaping into space? I want to see him alive or dead. If you can't find him, don't come back."
The spies below nodded in agreement, and Fu Xiuyi waved his hand irritably: "Get lost!"
Several people retreated in a panic.
He sat down on the chair, pressed his forehead, and looked a little unhappy.
The people who rescued Pei Lang set fire to his dungeon. He hadn't noticed it before, but these days, Fu Xiuyi has been having trouble doing anything. Many people in the dungeon still have other uses for him, but they were burned to death by that group. One can imagine how angry Fu Xiuyi is.
What infuriated him most was that the search for Pei Lang's whereabouts had yielded no clues. Fu Xiuyi considered himself a perceptive figure in Dingjing, but the fact that he couldn't track down someone only meant that they were even more skilled than him. Having such a rival was never a pleasant experience.
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