Jiang Qian's head was full of question marks. What did "tender beef eating old grass" mean?
Jiang Zhenqing did not spell it out about this matter. He did not have the face to say it directly; it could only be understood, not put into words!
Jiang Qian was smart too. Combining it with his previous sentence, she quickly realized something was off.
Could it be that the Female Emperor and Lin Heng were...
"Hey! No way, right!"
"Jiang Zhenqing, wait! Explain yourself!" Jiang Qian's curiosity surged, and she immediately chased after him, determined to make Jiang Zhenqing give her a clear answer.
Murong Mansion.
A few days later, Lin Heng came here to meet Murong Ziyan.
Ever since Jiang Jingyi had entered seclusion the day before yesterday, the burden on her, the Grand Commander of the Messenger Guards, had grown much heavier.
When nothing happened in court, it was presided over by the false body.
Unless they encountered an urgent government decree that required Jiang Jingyi to speak, generally, it only needed to pass through the imperial study and Prince Qi's review before it could be approved.
"Here!" Murong Ziyan's tone was cold as she handed him a jade slip used for recording.
"At present, only the internal records of the three ancient clans, 'Ying, Shangtang, and Qi,' have been sorted out. As for the remaining clans, we can hardly dig through their channels at all. Don't hold too much confidence!"
"There is also one more thing. Before the Supreme Lord entered seclusion, she instructed that you had best integrate all the forces summoned by the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office into categories."
"The first batch of star-crossing artifacts from the Heavenly Works Institute can only let one group set off for the Heavenly Action Continent first. It cannot