"Was this memorial submitted by Jiang Chengxi?"
Zeng Anmin held the memorial in his hand, his gaze falling on Gu Xiangnan as he asked.
Gu Xiangnan's phoenix eyes turned toward the memorial. She nodded with a frown.
"What?"
"The handwriting..."
Zeng Anmin stroked his chin, a trace of gravity on his face.
"After Li Jian died, I once saw the letters exchanged between him and the person pulling strings behind Jiang Kingdom."
"I had thought that person was Jiang Chengxi."
As he spoke, he opened the memorial.
"The handwriting doesn't match."
"For matters this secret, they generally would not entrust confidential letters to an outsider."
"So it wasn't him?" The Empress slowly raised her head, meeting Zeng Anmin's gaze.
"Hard to say." Zeng Anmin came over and sat beside Gu Xiangnan.
His body pressed against Gu Xiangnan's back.
"Nan'er, do you remember when we first met a few days ago and accidentally alerted the Black-Clad Guards patrolling the streets?"
"Under your lead, the two of us entered your residence in the capital."
"After evading the Black-Clad Guards, we saw Duke Cao personally leading men in a search."
"The reason I suspected Duke Cao was that while the two of us had alerted the Black-Clad Guards, there was no way we could have alerted him."
"But the truth was... he personally led the search..." The Empress's brows furrowed as well, her voice a murmur.
"So his purpose might not have been to search for thieves..."
"Mm." At the Empress's thoughtful murmur, a smile flashed across Zeng Anmin's face.
It was clear Nan'er was very clever.
Hearing Zeng Anmin's response, Gu Xiangnan's phoenix eyes deepened.
She slowly lifted her head to look at Zeng Anmin, her voice carrying a faint, distant quality.
"So you began suspecting him that very night?"
"Yes." Zeng