Aunt, Long Time No See

Emerging from the grim Northern Command's Imperial Prison, the sky outside was already dimly lit.

Zhu Zhanjun held a thick "confession" in his hand.

The assassin, who had been completely fooled, had written furiously all night for the sake of the so-called "Marquis of Loyalty and Valor" and "Merit of Following the Dragon." He had detailed every trivial matter he knew about Fang Bin.

The level of detail was so astonishing that even Ji Gang, the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was impressed.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't read the confession; he was no longer that interested in killing Fang Bin.

He was more curious about how Fang Bin knew that "Tingfeng Pavilion" was his property.

And how he dared to use Zhu Zhanjun's own property to set a trap for him.

Was there someone else behind this old fox?

He thought for a moment and took something out of his怀.

It was a blood-stained piece of fabric, torn from the assassin.

"Commander Ji."

"Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"Help me find out which shop this fabric is from."

Zhu Zhanjun handed the fabric over.

Ji Gang took the fabric, glanced at it, and immediately said, "Reporting to Your Highness, this material is the 'Cloud Brocade' exclusively supplied by 'Su Ji Cloth Shop.' They are the only ones in the entire Capital City who sell it."

"Furthermore, this material is expensive, and ordinary families cannot afford it."

"'Su Ji Cloth Shop'?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

"Interesting."

He didn't say anything more, mounted his horse, and headed towards the Imperial City.

He had to report the "interrogation results" to Zhu Di first and, incidentally, retrieve the deed for "Tingfeng Pavilion."

Having his own property used as a pawn was not a pleasant experience.

An hour later, Zhu Zhanjun emerged from the palace, holding an ancient deed in a sandalwood box.

After hearing his report, especially the assassin's bizarre statements, Zhu Di was so amused and exasperated that he cursed Fang Bin as a foolish incompetent who didn't do his job properly.

Naturally, he readily approved Zhu Zhanjun's request to "clean house" at Tingfeng Pavilion.

Tingfeng Pavilion was located on the Capital City's most prosperous Zhuque Avenue.

It was the most high-end restaurant in the Capital City and the most luxurious money pit.

It was said that the cost of a single meal here was enough for ordinary people to live on for a lifetime.

Those who frequented this place were either wealthy or noble, either princes and meritorious officials or high-ranking court officials.

When Zhu Zhanjun, dressed in plain clothes, rode his horse to the entrance of Tingfeng Pavilion, he was immediately stopped by two guards dressed in embroidered uniforms and carrying curved sabers at their waists.

"Halt! This is a restricted area of Tingfeng Pavilion, no unauthorized personnel allowed!"

One of the guards sized Zhu Zhanjun up. Although he noticed his extraordinary demeanor, his attire did not suggest he was a top-tier dignitary, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"I'm looking for your boss."

Zhu Zhanjun said calmly.

"Our boss?"

The guard sneered.

"Do you think you can just see our boss whenever you want? Do you have an appointment? A calling card?"

"No."

"If not, then scram! Don't get in the way of our business!"

The other guard waved his hand impatiently.

Zhu Zhanjun's brow furrowed slightly.

His own people dared to stop him?

He couldn't be bothered to waste words with these two snobbish guards and simply walked inside.

"Hey! Are you looking for death, kid!"

The two guards were furious and reached out to grab Zhu Zhanjun's shoulders.

However, before their hands could touch Zhu Zhanjun's clothes, they saw a blur before their eyes and felt a strong force.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two men were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The two Great Snow Dragon Rider personal guards following behind Zhu Zhanjun retracted their feet and stood expressionlessly behind him.

The commotion here immediately alerted the people inside the restaurant.

A middle-aged man dressed in fine silk, who looked like a manager, strode out quickly. Upon seeing the scene at the entrance, his expression changed.

"What's going on? Who dares to cause trouble at Tingfeng Pavilion?"

The two guards scrambled to his side, their faces pale as they wailed, "Manager Liu! This brat... this brat forced his way in!"

Manager Liu then noticed Zhu Zhanjun. He narrowed his eyes and sized him up before sneering, "Young master, you have quite the audacity."

"Do you know what this place is? Dare to fight here, are you tired of living?"

"I'll say it again, I'm looking for your boss."

Zhu Zhanjun's tone was already tinged with impatience.

"Our boss is swamped with work and doesn't have time to see nobodies like you!"

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow an apology now, then compensate Tingfeng Pavilion for its losses. Otherwise, we'll carry you out of here horizontally today!"

Manager Liu's face was filled with arrogance.

Zhu Zhanjun was amused to the point of laughter.

He directly pulled out the slightly yellowed deed from his bosom and waved it in front of him.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, whose Tingfeng Pavilion this is."

Upon seeing the deed, Manager Liu's pupils constricted sharply.

As the head manager of Tingfeng Pavilion, how could he not recognize this document representing the highest ownership of Tingfeng Pavilion?

His face instantly turned ashen, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.