"Your Majesty wishes me to investigate the Imperial Preceptor's movements for you?" Beauty Wan's aristocratic Eastern features showed hesitation.
"I am one of Your Majesty's consorts. Leaving the palace is exceedingly difficult, and even with Your Majesty's permission, frequent trips outside would arouse suspicion. I truly cannot take on the duty of surveillance. But I never expected the Zheng Family to have the Imperial Preceptor behind them."
Zhang Yuanqing waved a hand. "Tell me everything you know about the Imperial Preceptor in detail. Don't ask anything else."
Asking so directly did not quite fit Zhao Shun's character. After all, Zhao Shun would not have forgotten even the Imperial Preceptor. Fortunately, Beauty Wan was a death warrior with loyalty off the charts; she would not question His Majesty over such a minor matter.
Zhang Yuanqing had no other channels through which to gather intelligence on the Imperial Preceptor. Rather than ask outsiders, he might as well ask a trusted confidante.
Beauty Wan truly deserved to be called a consort deeply in love with His Majesty. As expected, she asked no further questions. After considering her phrasing for a moment, she said:
"The Imperial Preceptor was appointed by the late emperor. In his final years, the late emperor fell gravely ill and longed for immortality. He posted notices throughout the realm seeking talented individuals and eccentrics, hoping to obtain elixirs of longevity and extend his life.
"An extraordinary man answered the summons and presented the late emperor with three immortal pills, claiming they could extend his life by three years. Three years later, he said, he would set up an altar and perform rites to grant the late emperor another three years of life.
"The late emperor took the pills, and his health truly improved greatly. Overjoyed, he appointed that extraordinary man