Yu Lü naturally cared about Fang Xi as well, but he kept having a bad premonition.
Before long, that premonition came true.
Su Ziji asked Chai Kejing to take a letter to Fang Xi, then took out one he had already written. It was unsealed, and he handed it to Yu Lü first.
"Have a look."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Yu Lü's eyes, but he still accepted the letter, his heart pounding like a startled fawn.
He drew out several sheets of paper. As he scanned them in agitation, the first thing that caught his eye was not the Imperial Grandson's handwriting, but an unfamiliar hand.
It was a report, neatly written.
"Your humble subject investigated under orders and established the following sequence of events..."
Yu Lü read line by line, veins gradually bulging on his forehead. Halfway through, his expression had already grown somewhat ferocious, making Chai Kejing glance sideways at him, wondering what he had seen.
Only after reading everything did he find the Imperial Grandson's familiar annotation at the end: "Read. The facts have been verified. Copy for the archives and acknowledge receipt. Enclose the original in the letter."
Clutching those sheets, Yu Lü's face flushed scarlet. He closed his eyes to steady himself before opening them again and looking at Su Ziji.
"After we set out, every move we made was being watched? Shang the Cultivated Talent was someone they planted too? Burning down the Shang Family home was merely a ploy to win our trust through suffering, a trap they set? Even shooting me was meant to provoke Fang Xi?"
"Yes. Never mind them-even I planted eyes and ears against unforeseen trouble. As soon as something happened to you, I ordered an investigation."
"We already had leads, so once we investigated, the waters receded