"I know!"
Cao Yiyan nodded. Deception could only fool people for a moment. If the emperor truly bestowed poison, how could he not be dead?
Even if he did not die, they would continue "finishing it" rather than dragging things out like this. Qian Wei had woken up and grown suspicious, which was entirely normal.
"You must watch him carefully. Don't let him have a flash of lucidity and start speaking, ruining the grand plan."
"Our watch is very tight, and personal. It's not just us, but also people from Prince Shu's Residence—Prince Shu's people are actually Qian Residence stewards, so they're truly coming in handy."
Cao Yiyan nodded.
These princes of the puppet dynasty had operated in the Capital City for so long; they always had some manpower planted in various estates, camps, and yamans.
In fact, it was already deeper than the placement achieved by the Great Wei.
It was a pity that Duke Ninghe lacked courage... Otherwise, it would have generated three parts of opportunity out of thin air.
Stopping his idle thoughts, Cao Yiyan commanded, "Take me to see your Hundred-Household Officer."
"Yes!"
The woman bowed her head and led the way ahead.
This was inside a residence located in Guanhou Ward. A middle-aged man with a slender build sat in the outer veranda, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed straight ahead.
A group of people surrounded him in the immediate area.
An iron pot rested on the floor, completely filled with mushrooms. Several types of mushrooms were mixed together, bubbling away as chicken pieces rolled about within, venting wisps of steam.
They whispered among themselves beneath the moonlight.
Sauce sat beside the iron pot, and the men occasionally dipped a mushroom into it to enjoy.
A wine flask and two cups sat next to