In the Hall of Diligent Governance within the palace, Emperor Jiade, having reviewed another stack of memorials, rubbed his forehead wearily: "Fuquan, give me a massage."
"Your Majesty, Eunuch Fu went to Minister Wei's residence and hasn't returned yet," Eunuch Bao Lu whispered as he stepped forward.
Upon hearing this, Jia De lowered his hand from his forehead, opened his eyes, and frowned: "Didn't he go before noon?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Perhaps it was Lord Wei who invited you to stay for a banquet at his residence," Eunuch Bao quickly replied.
Upon hearing this, Jia De sat up straighter: "You've been working by his side for more than a year or two, how could you not know his temperament? When I send him out on business, has he ever stayed in anyone's residence?"
He paused for a moment, then asked, "Didn't you send anyone back to inform us?"
Eunuch Bao shook his head: "Your Majesty, how about I send someone to investigate what's going on?"
"Never mind, he's always been cautious in his duties. Something must have happened. Come here and give me a shoulder massage." After saying this, Jia De leaned back and continued to close his eyes to rest.
At this moment, at Wei Junpei's residence, Hong Xiaoduo had just heard Lord Wei kindly suggest changing the place for identification, but the man surnamed Gu refused, not only was he ungrateful, but his tone was also extremely harsh.
Zhongqing, being a capable steward, didn't wait for his master to speak before quickly stepping forward and placing a cushion down.
Hong Xiaoduo looked down and saw that it was not the same cushion that had been placed on the stool that morning. It was much larger and made of a much better material. It must have been placed on the daybed.
"Thank you, Uncle Qing." Hong Xiaoduo smiled and thanked Zhong Qing. Thinking of some feudal customs in ancient times, women could not take off their shoes outside and could only sit cross-legged on the cushion with their shoes on.
Sitting down, she found the cushion to be even softer. Whether it was something that Manager Zhongqing had thought of himself or something that someone from the Wei family had mentioned, Hong Xiaoduo felt a warmth in her heart.
Gu Tongfan, still in front of Mu Rongjing and Eunuch Fu, handed the brocade bag in his hand to Hong Xiaoduo.
Hong Xiaoduo hadn't even opened the brocade bag yet; just by squeezing the thick stack inside, she thought to herself, "They really aren't giving up; they've made so many again."
She placed her palms together, covered the brocade pouch in her hands, closed her eyes, and entered the space.
Not far away, Princess Fenglin squinted at her son, then turned and leaned towards her husband: "My lord, I think I understand why Jing'er came here today."
"Hmm? What does the princess understand?" Lord Mu asked, turning his head.
"I'm telling you, you still haven't noticed? You've just been watching the show, haven't you?" Princess Fenglin was getting angry. How could he not care about his son? He hadn't even noticed something so obvious? What kind of father was he?
"What are you talking about? How can this be considered a lively scene? Oh, it's my fault. Nothing is more important than our own son. Princess, what have you noticed? Tell me quickly. Your observation skills have always been better than mine." Sensing that the princess was about to lose her temper, the ever-survival-oriented Marquis Mu quickly said in a flattering tone.
The princess he married was straightforward and easy to get along with, but if he really upset her, she could be quite difficult to appease.
Clearly, Princess Fenglin was very receptive to her husband's words. After glaring at him with her phoenix eyes, she looked in the direction of her son and whispered, "He's here for that expert from Lord Wei's residence."
"An expert? Isn't that the young lady? No way, does Jing'er like this style?" Lord Mu was somewhat skeptical.
Princess Fenglin sighed: "I can't be sure if he likes her or not, but I can be sure that his eyes have been glued to that young lady the whole time."
"Perhaps he's just curious about this young lady's secret technique? Young people are always very curious about new things." Lord Mu whispered to the princess, but he wasn't quite focused. When the princess looked at the young lady, he quickly glanced at her as well.
He was mainly looking at Gu Tongfan. This guy and Wei Junpei were both second-rank ministers. All the civil and military officials in the court, including the one on the dragon throne, knew that the two were mortal enemies. Everyone thought that Lord Wei was powerful and dared to hinder Lord Gu's financial future and ruin his good plans.
However, Lord Mu thought differently. He believed that the more capable one among the two ministers was the one surnamed Gu.
If Minister Wei were capable enough to find solid evidence, he would have brought Minister Gu to justice and imprisoned long ago.
If Minister Gu wasn't so capable, how could he have arranged those corrupt and illegal activities so flawlessly?
However, the situation seems to be turning around today. The cunning and shrewd Minister Gu has lost his composure and become flustered because of a young woman from the martial arts world.
How can I describe it? It's like a highly skilled martial artist who doesn't die at the hands of someone with even better skills, but is killed by an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts and just holds a kitchen knife, who casually raises their hand and kills them.
It seems that this distinguished guest, this master, at Lord Wei's residence is actually Lord Gu's nemesis!
Of course, this young lady must have real skills. Of the eight sets of blood relationships identified before noon, only the identification result for Lord Gu and his son Gu Liu was wrong; the other seven sets were completely correct.
That is why Minister Gu has become so passive, and things have turned out this way.
“Princess, I think you might be overthinking it. Look, isn’t Eunuch Fu’s attention also on that young lady? And those guests too.” Lord Mu truly didn’t think his son had any feelings for that young lady.
The princess was anxious because her third son refused to get married, so she was particularly concerned about this matter.
At this moment, Hong Xiaoduo, who was in the space, was deep in thought after operating the instrument several times and looking at the identification results in her hand. The number of fingernails from the nineteen biological samples was actually an odd number, which was completely different from what she had done in the morning. In the morning, the sixteen biological samples had resulted in eight groups.
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