Daylight had already faded.
Jiang Yanchuan set down his vermilion brush and placed the last memorial atop the towering "little mountain" beside him. Only then did he reach out and unfold the report Yuan Liangping had presented.
At a single glance, his gaze paused.
The report was written in neat, tiny regular script, its strokes vigorous and powerful, its phrasing elegantly balanced. Altogether, it was a pleasure to behold.
Its contents, however, were another matter entirely-
Chancellor Tan's third son was not his own flesh and blood?
His Mansion had already been infiltrated by spies from every faction until it was riddled like a sieve?
His good-for-nothing third son had paid a fortune to reserve a brothel's star courtesan for an entire year, and her appearance bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Great Rui's eldest princess?
Jiang Yanchuan raised his head, turning his gaze toward the faintly guilty-looking Yuan Liangping opposite him.
He frowned slightly. "Is that all?"
Yuan Liangping had spent the entire afternoon with the little girl. With that silver tongue of his, he should have been able to coax some information about Beiming out of her.
Yuan Liangping had grievances he could not voice.
The little princess had indeed been very cooperative. Whatever he said, she responded, but her mind remained hopelessly engrossed in juicy gossip. She had no interest whatsoever in having a proper conversation with her dear "System Bro" about important intelligence concerning Beiming.
Moreover, the little princess had stuffed herself with pastries and soon drifted groggily off to sleep. She still had not woken.
Like a rusted machine, he slowly bent to bow. "Your... Majesty, that is all."
After a pause, Yuan Liangping added as though something had just occurred to him, "Oh, and the little princess said she wanted to visit Chancellor Tan's