The Ruler of Zhujin Kingdom instantly understood what the little girl had left unsaid. His face paled, and his expression turned exceedingly grim.
He strode back to the table and stared at the man's ten fingers, their joints clearly defined, for a long while. The longer he looked, the more alarmed he became!
There were unnatural brown stains on the man's fingertips. At first glance, they almost looked like grime accumulated after manual labor.
The Ruler of Zhujin Kingdom's gaze flickered incessantly.
Although Zhu Jin had always regarded Great Rui as an enemy kingdom and hoped to replace it one day, he had nevertheless felt quite at ease about this diplomatic visit.
Emperor Mingze's conduct might not always be perfectly aboveboard, but he had always disdained such vile tricks.
Yet it had to be said that precisely this sort of preconceived notion often allowed simple methods to produce extraordinary results.
He lowered his eyes, concealing his thoughts. When he looked up, the panic on his face was just right. "Th-this person...?"
Seeing how quickly the other man had composed himself, Jiang Yanchuan's interest only deepened. "I previously received a letter from a mysterious person. It claimed that an assassin from an enemy kingdom had infiltrated Great Rui's palace, intending to poison one of the rulers."
"Although the news was somewhat bizarre, I immediately ordered several additional layers of precautions."
After a pause, Jiang Yanchuan lowered his gaze to the little girl in his arms and remarked casually, "Now it seems I ought to thank that mysterious person for sending advance warning. I simply wonder what their name is and where they live."
[It was me, Chengcheng!]
Jiang Yingcheng suddenly covered her face and giggled. [It was me, Imperial Father’s most windproof little padded jacket!]
She had worried that the information