"What do you mean?" Li's intuition told him that Shi Lan had something more to say. Come to think of it, when they entered the city, Li had secretly ordered Shi Lan to keep an eye on Hu Hai's movements.
"That menial maid had already reported to me before you returned. Ying Zheng must have issued the order, and she set off immediately afterward. What deserves attention is that the person who escorted her here was one of Zhao Gao's personal guards." Shi Lan frowned slightly, her gaze darkening. "I saw that man once on the streets of the imperial capital. At the time, he was accompanying Zhao Gao's carriage."
"Zhao Gao?" Li gave a cold smile. "He moved quickly enough."
"Isn't it a little unwise for you to go up against Zhao Gao so soon?" Shi Lan hesitated before speaking. "After all, you don't have many resources at your disposal. In this court, aside from those loyal to Ying Zheng, everyone else belongs to Hu Hai."
Though Shi Lan's words were unpleasant to hear, they were the plain truth. This was also the greatest problem the original owner of this body had left him.
Put nicely, Fusu was Ying Zheng's eldest son and a prince of the empire. Put bluntly, that was all he had—a title. In reality, he held no actual power.
Li rubbed his temples irritably. It seemed he had to take some action.
"Miss Duanmu, judging by Lord of the Clouds's attitude today, I'm afraid he'll be coming to discuss medicine with you often in the future. Don't be so quick to refuse him. I hear he has quite a few rare and strange medicines there. You can take a look at them—perhaps they might be useful."
"I, Duanmu Rong, have no need for things that