The Crown Prince Plans to Burn the Imperial Prison Tonight? I Fear My Wife, So I'll Call on the Grand Commandant!

Gu Moli did not leave.

The sound of rain outside the hall pressed against the roof tiles, Hanzhang Hall, the incense burner was almost finished burning, with a small section of incense ash collapsing.

"Mother, if the Eastern Palace wants to touch the Imperial Prison, he won't wait until the birthday banquet."

Noble Consort Chen raised her eyes.

Gu Moli spoke slowly, "On the day of the birthday banquet, there are many people and many eyes. The most chaotic time is when the roster is submitted for review, the prison guards are rotated, and the case files are handed over. If anything goes wrong, anyone can say that they made a mistake in the rush."

Noble Consort Chen looked at her.

Chen Qinglan hid her life in a letter home, not so that she could just guess at it.

That's enough for you.

Noble Consort Chen pressed the taboo list under her palm. " Qingwu, escort the princess back to her residence."

Gu Moli's lips moved, but she swallowed her words back.

If we continue arguing, my mother will only say harsher things.

She had already delivered what she could to the table in the Hanzhang Hall.

Qingwu responded from outside the curtain.

The palace doors closed, keeping the rain out.

Noble Consort Chen raised her hand. " Eunuch Zhang."

Eunuch Zhang stepped forward.

"Avoid the birthday banquet by leaving alone, so as not to alarm the outer court. Investigate the former members of the Xiao Clan in the imperial prison, check the troop rotations, and examine the handover of case files. Be thorough in your dealings."

"This servant understands."

As Eunuch Zhang stepped down, his sleeve brushed against the threshold.

The faint sound was quickly swallowed up by the sound of the rain.

In the deepest part of the prison, Xiao Jinghan sat leaning against the wall.

The wall plaster smelled damp and fishy, the iron chain clung to the wrist bone, and old wounds were rubbed raw.

Not much blood was lost; only dark red stains remained along the edges of the skin.

The prince's men had been gone for a quarter of an hour.

He kept his eyes closed, his lips twitched, but he suppressed them.

After being imprisoned for ten years, he could tell from the sound of every brick in the dungeon when water dripped and from which foot each jailer walked with the heaviest weight.

Someone wants to let him out.

It's not out of pity for him.

It's impossible for the Gu Clan to pity the Xiao Clan.

Outside the wooden door, a jailer was cursing in a low voice.

"Behave yourself, don't cause trouble tonight."

Xiao Jinghan raised his eyelids. "Afraid of me?"

The jailer gripped the hilt of his knife, his throat bobbing. "If you say another word, you'll be transferred to a different torture chamber tomorrow."

Xiao Jinghan chuckled, his voice hoarse from the dampness. "You still dare to mess with me even now?"

The jailer's expression changed, and he turned and left.

Xiao Jinghan stared at that retreating figure.

The air smelled of pine resin and old wax.

The fire will start from the west.

They want to make a fuss about taking away the water.

He looked down at the iron chain on his wrist.

He had waited ten years for the word "freedom".

All he wanted to know now was how many people outside still remembered the old Xiao Clan banner.

The study of Prince Yi's Residence's residence.

There were two more knocks on the door.

Uncle Fu stood on the porch, his clothes damp with rain.

"Your Highness, Boss Zhao has replied."

Gu Moran took the note.

A corner of the paper was damp, but the ink remained steady.

Uncle Fu lowered his voice. "The prison ward rotation list was reviewed last night. The prison clerk in charge was surnamed Wei, and he entered and exited the side gate of Hall of Proper Beauty yesterday. Someone else saw him buy a batch of old candles and pine oil at the incense shop in the South Market."

Pine oil.

Old wax.

Gu Moran pressed his fingertip against the edge of the paper.

Changing guards in the imperial prison.

Water leakage.

An old member of the Xiao Clan.

The crown prince is really playing with fire.

He folded the note. "Keep the news under wraps, don't spread it."

Uncle Fu's eye twitched slightly. "This old servant obeys."

The system panel lit up at the edge of Gu Moran's field of vision.

[warn.]

[ Xiao Jinghan, a remnant of the previous dynasty, imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison: Risk refreshed.

[Related events: fire, prison garrison rotation, old imperial seal, Eastern Palace's reception.]

[Potential trajectory: After escaping the predicament, contacting former subordinates through the roster.]

[Risk Level: Extremely High]

Gu Moran stared at the four characters "Former Dynasty Seal".

The crown prince just wants to unleash mad dogs to bite people.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Jinghan wasn't just trying to escape.

If the old seal of the previous dynasty is removed from the imperial prison, then the old banner of the Xiao Clan will have a place to be planted.

If the old case of the Liu Clan is dragged into the mess by the remnants of the previous dynasty, Liu Ruyan will be the first to be caught in the crossfire.

Gu Moran closed the door.

"Go to Iron Plum Courtyard."

Uncle Fu was taken aback. "At this hour?"

Gu Moran stepped down the stairs, raindrops hitting the edge of the corridor and splashing onto his boots.

"Something's happened. I'm afraid of my wife, so I need to call my father-in-law."

Uncle Fu opened his mouth, then closed it again.

This is absurd, but that's how things have to be done.

The Grand Commandant's Residence got into trouble for acting on behalf of Prince Yi.

The Grand Commandant's Residence has every right to intervene in the defense of the capital.

Iron Plum Courtyard.

Lin Qingdai was practicing her swordplay in the courtyard.

The floor tiles were slippery after the rain stopped, but she took each step very steadily.

The sword tip grazed the water droplets under the eaves, carrying them into the air before they fell back onto the blue bricks.

Zitang, who was standing guard under the corridor, saw Gu Moran first and immediately bowed, saying, "Your Highness."

Lin Qingdai her sword, the blade making a clear sound as it went back into its sheath.

She glanced at Gu Moran and asked directly, "You look strange, something happened?"

Gu Moran didn't beat around the bush.

"The prison guard rotation is unusual. There may be a list of those to be granted amnesty before the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. Former members of the Xiao Clan from the previous dynasty will be transferred away in the next few days under false pretenses."

Lin Qingdai paused for a moment, her hand gripping the sword sheath.

She didn't ask him how he knew.

If these things were false, Gu Moran wouldn't have entered Iron Plum Courtyard at this hour.

If it's true, asking about the source will only waste time.

Who made the move?

" Eastern Palace."

Lin Qingdai looked at him.

Gu Moran continued, "I don't have conclusive evidence. I only have the palace taboo list and the external troop rotation list matching, as well as pine oil and old wax."

Lin Qingdai turned and went inside.

Gu Moran stood at the door and didn't follow them inside.

The sound of a box lock being opened came from inside the room; it was short and crisp.

A moment later, Lin Qingdai took out a token.

The edges of the token are worn and worn, and the front is engraved with the emblem of the Grand Commandant's Residence.

She placed the token on the table. "My father will not send troops for the Prince Yi's Residence."

"But he will send troops to defend the capital, to host the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, and to deal with the remnants of the previous dynasty."

Gu Moran nodded. "Madam is intelligent, but Madam should not go in person."

Lin Qingdai looked at him. "I can't even go back to the Grand Commandant's Residence?"

Gu Moran pushed the token on the table back half an inch in front of her. "If you go, the Censorate can write another memorial saying that the Grand Commandant's Residence and Prince Yi's Residence privately mobilized troops."

Lin Qingdai's face turned cold.

She understands the reasoning.

But he couldn't suppress his anger.

Gu Moran.

"Um."

How come you always seem to be right?

"Madam," Gu Moran looked at her, "The Grand Commandant's intervention for the defense of the capital is perfectly legitimate. If people accuse the Prince Yi's Residence and the Grand Commandant's Residence of having secret dealings, Father will lose sleep again."

Lin Qingdai stared at him for a moment.

At that very moment.

Batuer ran in carrying a bag of beef jerky.

" Zitang, this beef jerky is delicious... Hey?"

She quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness."

Gu Moran glanced at her, then looked towards the back gate outside the courtyard.

Zitang is someone close to Lin Qingdai, and leaving the mansion would be too conspicuous.

No one else can do it; a simple investigation will lead back to the Prince Yi's Residence.

However, many cars pass through the back gate of the Prince's Mansion every day.

Deliveryman.

They deliver charcoal.

For emptying night soil.

The dirtier it is, the less people want to look at it.

Gu Moran asked, " Batuer, Murong Xue said that the Northern Territory caravans are skilled in disguise and disguise. Do you know how?"

Batuer paused for a moment. "Change it to what?"

"The guy who empties the chamber pot in the outer courtyard."

Batuer looked down at his arm, then at Gu Moran.

"This servant is tall and has a loud voice; impersonating a man is a piece of cake for her."