"Oh, so that's how it is. Then you must be more careful." Hearing Zheng Huai's explanation, Bo Yan paused. Without saying whether he believed him, he simply looked at him and offered that remark.
Then Bo Yan waved a hand. "I still have other places to inspect. I'll be going now. We can talk another time."
"Yes, sir!" Zheng Huai cupped his hands and watched Bo Yan's retreating back. Only once he knew Bo Yan could no longer hear him did his amiable face twist into a savage expression, and he spat hard onto the ground.
"Pah! That traitorous running dog!"
Zheng Huai gritted his teeth and stood there in a daze, but in his heart he understood that curses were only curses. Given the same opportunity, he might well have done the same.
He both envied and hated Bo Yan. They were both undercover agents, so why had Bo Yan been able to climb ashore?
Why was he still risking his life with his head dangling from his belt?
Prince Qi's Residence
It was late at night. Apart from one eunuch gently trimming a wick, everyone waited with their heads bowed.
Prince Qi leaned back slightly. The candle flame burned brightly, just like his heart at that moment, blazing with fervor.
"Heaven is helping me!"
Even a few days ago, he could never have imagined that he would still have a chance to turn his fortunes around!
He already had people watching Prince Shu's Residence. They had learned that Prince Shu was indeed confined there and had lost his temper, which matched what he knew of him. But the Crown Grandson's Residence remained quiet and unobtrusive. Even when he sent people to investigate, they could uncover little.
The intelligence he had received lately had all been trivial scraps: either