Zhao Changqing: "Based on your understanding of the Second Prince, how much money do you think would be enough for someone to keep him?"
Qin Ming: "...It seems I didn't bring enough money. Here's a thousand taels for now, the rest can be sent after we return to the capital."
The Second Prince's destructive power cannot be measured by money.
"Alright, that's settled then. You may leave."
Just as Qin Ming was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and hesitated, unsure whether he should say it.
Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Zhao Changqing asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"
"Commander, I just patrolled this courtyard inside and out and found..."
"Speak your mind."
"We discovered that Madam Han, the mistress of the house, was... alone in her room."
Zhao Changqing frowned: "Are you sure there's no one in the room?"
“My hearing is better than that of an ordinary person; I can hear the breathing of people inside a house even from outside. I listened for a long time outside the lady’s room just now, and I really didn’t hear any sound.”
Qin Ming, a master of the imperial guards trained since childhood, is already a leading figure in the martial arts world.
To say that one is better than the average person is an extremely humble statement.
Zhao Changqing remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead. Don't mention this to anyone else."
"yes."
Qin Ming responded and left, quickly disappearing outside the door.
He Youyou was not in the room; she was in her own space.
I just finished taking a shower.
After drying her hair and putting on a dark green silk nightgown, she was reclining on the sofa, looking at the information she had collected over the past few days.
Holding a pen in his hand, he occasionally jotted down his sudden thoughts in his notebook.
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