Outside the house, Prince Yuan's expression remained as usual as he took steady strides out of the courtyard.
Prince Yuan's Residence chief steward walked up and spoke in a low voice, "Your Highness, Steward Li drank too much tonight, tumbled headfirst into the Grand Canal, and is gone."
"Steward Li was after all a man of my residence. Give him a lavish funeral and present his family with three hundred taels of silver."
"Understood."
"Inquire among the Grand Fate Arts Masters we are familiar with to see which one has time recently."
"Understood."
Xuanshow Ward, Li Residence.
Sunlight streamed in. Li Qingxian groggily opened his eyes, let his mind wander on various thoughts, and lingered in bed for a while before slowly getting up.
Stepping out of the house, he carried a basin of water toward the well. Zhou Chunfeng and Song Yunjing sat chatting in the courtyard, Zhou Hen stood to one side, and Han Anbo and Yu Ping stood by the front gate.
"To think you can be as lazy as this, not getting up even when the sun hits your backside," Zhou Chunfeng chuckled.
"Lazier than my Bai Ge," Song Yunjing smiled.
"I'm usually very diligent, it's just that these past few days have been too tiring," Li Qingxian said with an earnest face, then shouted toward the front gate, "Right, Brother Han!"
"You're like this all the time," Han Anbo said casually.
Everyone chuckled.
Li Qingxian shot Han Anbo a reproachful glance, finished washing his face, and sat down beside Zhou Chunfeng.
Zhou Chunfeng took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Tang Enxuan committed suicide by poison."
Li Qingxian froze, looking at the two men in disbelief as both of them wore calm expressions.
"No way. I thought of many possibilities and even prepared for