Chapter 122: Visiting the Prime Minister's Residence Late at Night
The carriage slowly moved along the bustling street. Inside, Qian Duoduo held Lan Xiyue's arm affectionately, a look of worry on his face. "Yueyue, you've openly angered Prime Minister Bai like this. Aren't you afraid that he'll try to trip you up behind your back?"
Lan Xiyue smiled, her eyes full of fearlessness: "If I don't provoke him, he won't hate me?"
Qian Duoduo nodded slightly when he heard this, "That's true, but you really scolded me just now, Yueyue."
Chu Xia chuckled and said, "That's right. Prime Minister Bai's face looked extremely ugly just now, as if he had eaten coptis root."
"Chuchun, Chuxia, have you completed what I just told you to do?"
Chuchun nodded quickly, "Don't worry, Miss. We have already found someone in the city to spread the news of the Prime Minister's evil deeds."
Lan Xiyue heard this and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips: "Well done, let's go to the teahouse and have some tea."
The teahouse was bustling with people.
Lan Xiyue and her group did not choose the private room on the second floor, but found a corner in the lobby to sit down.
As soon as I sat down, I heard the passionate voice of the storyteller on the second floor: "Speaking of this Prime Minister's Mansion, with the Empress as their backing, they bully people by taking advantage of their power, making money everywhere, exploiting the people, and forcibly abducting women. They are simply committing all kinds of evil..."
Lan Xiyue's eyes flickered when she heard this, and she looked at Chuchun: "Is the person you found so bold? He actually openly spoke ill of the Prime Minister in a teahouse. Isn't he too bold? Aren't they afraid of attracting a fatal disaster?"
Chuchun and Chuxia looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.
Chu Xia scratched her head and asked in confusion, "Miss, we only found some beggars with silver notes and asked them to spread bad things about the Prime Minister's Mansion all over the city, but we didn't find the storyteller in the teahouse, did we?"
Lan Xiyue frowned slightly when she heard this. Could it be that someone else is targeting the Prime Minister's Mansion?
Qian Duoduo laughed heartily. "Yueyue, why do you care so much? Look at this teahouse, many people are cursing the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's really gratifying!"
Lan Xiyue gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, and raised the corners of her mouth.
An Yi touched An Er's arm in the dark and said, "Our future princess wants to discredit the Prime Minister's Mansion. Since that's the case, we naturally have to add fuel to the fire and make it burn even more vigorously. It seems that Miss Lan is very satisfied."
An Er said coldly, "That old bastard Bai Xianzhe actually dared to provoke our future princess. He is simply courting death."
An Yi slowly took out paper and pen from his arms, and began to write on the rice paper with skillful and quick movements.
Soon, a letter was written.
An Yi grabbed the carrier pigeon from his shoulder, rolled the letter into a bamboo tube, and tied it to the pigeon's leg.
With a wave of his hand, the carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew high.
Looking at the gradually disappearing carrier pigeon, An Yi murmured to himself: "I don't know where the master is now."
Lan Xiyue and Qian Duoduo played for a whole day. As the sun set, they said goodbye and Lan Xiyue returned to her own Xilingyuan.
As night fell, she lay on the small couch, "Early Spring, Early Summer, you must be tired after a day of shopping. Go down and rest."
Upon hearing this, Chuchun and Chuxia bowed respectfully and left the room.
As the door closed, Lan Xiyue closed her eyes and rested.
In the middle of the night, Lan Xiyue suddenly opened her eyes, with a strange light flashing in them.
With a flash of thought, a set of night clothes appeared out of thin air on the couch. Lan Xiyue stood up and put on the night clothes.
After leaving the room and walking through the winding corridor, I came to the backyard.
Lan Xiyue looked up at the high courtyard wall, took a few steps back, adjusted her breathing, took a running start, and rushed forward like an arrow.
He tapped the ground with his toes, jumped up lightly, and his hands had already climbed steadily to the top of the wall.
She sat on the wall and sighed, "System, I envy the ancients' lightness skills."
System: "Master, the Regent has returned. Let him teach you."
"Well, forget it." Lan Xiyue shook her head, jumped down from the wall, and landed steadily. She dusted herself off and walked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The street was empty, not a single person in sight. If she knew the art of light work, she wouldn't have to walk like that.
In the dark, An Yi and An Er followed from a distance.
An Yi yawned, "Miss Lan, why is she not sleeping so late at night wearing night clothes?"
Lan Xiyue suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly, scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and frowned.
An Yi's body stiffened, An Er glared at An Yi, and An Yi immediately held his breath.
Lan Xiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, "System, why do I feel like someone is following me in secret?"
System: "Host, this system has run out of scanning experience. It's no use asking me. This system can't help you. Host, you have to be careful! Don't lose your life." At least before it becomes powerful, the host's life cannot be lost.
"Ha! System, you really are a weakling!"
System: "..." It's weak? Wait until this system accumulates enough points to gain energy, and then you'll know how powerful it is! Then you won't even have a place to cry!
In the dark, An Yi and An Er looked at each other, and there was tension in their eyes.
Both of them held their breath. An Yi knew that Lan Xiyue was alert, but he didn't expect that he and An Er were so far away that they were almost discovered.
An Er glared at An Yi, his eyes seemed to say: How dare you? It's your fault for leaking your aura.
An Yi turned his head awkwardly. Who knew Miss Lan was so alert? It’s my fault!
Lan Xiyue carefully felt the movements around her and found nothing unusual.
She couldn't help but complain in her heart: "Am I too suspicious?"
Lan Xiyue continued to move forward, and after two incense sticks, Lan Xiyue finally arrived under the outer wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Looking at the wall, Lan Xiyue stretched out her body, climbed over the wall as lightly as a swallow, and landed steadily.
Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the lights were dim and the footsteps of patrolling guards could be heard in the distance.
Lan Xiyue quickly hid in a dark corner, held her breath, and waited for the guards to pass by.
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Lan Xiyue suddenly jumped up, like a ghost, and quickly grabbed the last guard, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him into the corner.
After the patrolling footsteps completely disappeared, Lan Xiyue gently woke up the guards on the ground.
The guard opened his eyes and saw a silver needle pressed against his throat, its cold light gleaming and terrifying. He looked at the man in black in front of him in horror, his body trembling.
"Don't make a sound, or your life will be in danger, understand?"
The guard nodded tremblingly.
"Where does Bai Jinbao live? Take me there."
The guard trembled and stammered, "I... I'll take you there... and you'll let me go?"
Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "It depends on your performance."
When the guard heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He stood up tremblingly and carefully led Lan Xiyue towards Bai Jinbao's yard.
Finally, they arrived at Bai Jinbao's yard. The guard pointed ahead with a trembling hand: "The Second Young Master's master bedroom is right in front. Can you let me go now?"
Lan Xiyue's eyes flashed, and the silver needle in her hand disappeared. She moved her hand, and a machete knocked the guard unconscious with lightning speed.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
