Volume Two, Chapter Fifteen

"Why should I pass along a message for you? She hasn't left yet. If you have something to say, go tell her yourself."

"Xiaojing, are you encouraging me to scribble all over your family's public image?"

"Why not?" His business with Little Eight would sooner or later paint his family's public image in every color imaginable anyway. One more stroke from Long Ang hardly mattered.

Long Ang snorted, about to mock him for having the emotional maturity of a child since losing his memory. Before he could speak, someone recklessly shoved open the doors of the Six Ministries Hall.

It was Wei Chenmu, the Minister of Punishments.

He was panting, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. Raising a hand to wipe the sweat from the tip of his nose, he narrowed his distinctly exotic gray eyes and stared straight at Li Chenjing.

"Young Master, Lord Zhu... something has happened to him."

Zhu Bafu? Long Ang inwardly breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Someone who had nothing to do with him and held no interest for him could not stir him. He dipped his brush in ink again and was just about to write.

"The Prime Minister discovered that the seditious poem the Eldest Miss revised was written by Lord Zhu! He's already sent his Personal Guards to arrest him and open a case. He intends to interrogate him under torture!"

Long Ang's wrist trembled, sending the brushstroke crooked. When he looked up, Li Chenjing, who had been standing beside him demanding an explanation just a moment earlier, had already shot out the door like lightning and raced away.

"Little Jing's Qinggong is coming along nicely. Lord Wei, did you teach him?"

"...The Young Master is intelligent. He mastered it without a teacher."

Apparently, losing one's memory also had the