lcionline Chapter 170 She Treasures You the Most
Chapter 170 She Treasures You the Most
The worry on her face eased slightly: "Lingchuan, why are you here so late?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I need to go back to the Prime Minister's residence tonight."
"Actually, I know quite a bit about what you two are doing outside, so there's no need for you to hide it from me, Yue Rong, what do you say?"
Yue'er bit her finger. [Hiss, is this a warning to our young master? Has he found out?]
"The boss probably wants to protect you; you're her most precious possession."
"So don't overthink it. Why are you going back to the Prime Minister's residence so late tonight? Just stay here with me and let's have a good chat."
"Those major events can't be kept from me. My family knows without reason. I don't know? In the royal family, who doesn't have to be a little discerning?"
"So, you're going back to the Prime Minister's residence..."
"Yes, it's a bit dangerous, so I wanted to let you know. If anything happens to me, please take care of Ziyan!"
"Pah, pah, pah, what kind of talk is that? None of you will be in trouble. If anything happens to you, I will give everything I have to save you, even though most of my money has been confiscated by the government."
"I'm telling the truth, but I also hope it's not. Why? Why is it so difficult?"
"Lingchuan, you didn't even say goodbye to the master when you left. It's so late, and he still allowed you to go out!"
"She's very busy. She's at the Crown Prince's residence tonight. She hasn't spent much time at home in the last ten days since she came back."
They chatted about other trivial matters, and left with smiles on their faces.
Yue'er was secretly worried, because it turned out to be just a normal chat, not an interrogation.
He was worried about leaving Sima Lingchuan alone outside at night after he sent him away.
Then they found him a carriage and took him to the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence.
Many people were destined to stay up late that night, and the Prime Minister's residence was still brightly lit.
The carriage stopped briefly at the gate, and the young servants at the gate looked at each other.
The curtain above says "room," and when you lift it, your eldest son comes out.
They're family, so of course we wouldn't stop them, but today's situation is a little different. What do they want to say?
His hands were already clasped together, forming a fork, blocking Sima Lingchuan from entering the door.
"What do you mean?"
"Young Master, the Patriarch said he wouldn't see anyone today and had turned away all guests, so we dare not let you in."
"Then you should have just informed them that I'm back. If you said you wouldn't see me, then we'd talk about it later. You're sending me back without even informing them? It's so late, are you going to send me back?"
Those people naturally didn't want to take on such responsibility.
But the Prime Minister and the Second Princess are discussing important matters in their room right now. If they were to rush in, they would certainly be punished.
"If you're not willing to take responsibility, then just let me in. I'm still his own son!"
The two looked at each other, then finally lowered their hands.
Yes, they are just watchdogs, while the other party is the master.
Sima Zongcheng remained calm and composed, looking somewhat tired.
A few strands of white hair were mixed in with her black hair, and she rubbed her temples with one hand.
With the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet approaching, the batch of weapons she had was slowly being transported out of the city.
If the plan succeeds at the banquet, it will eliminate a major threat.
Wu Chengye was unusually calm and didn't lose his temper or become too talkative.
He quietly stroked the teacup, staring at the water inside, lost in thought.
"Your Highness, I hope you will also ensure Huang Ziliang's success at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet!"
"Even if he fails, he will still die. Besides, he was Wu Ziyan's man, and there's no way to verify it now that he's dead. If he insists that he's her man, then he is her man."
"By the way, Prime Minister, you should burn or dispose of those letters that needed to be burned."
"After tonight, all of that will turn to dust."
This was clearly heard by Sima Lingchuan, who had just entered the room.
He covered his mouth with both hands, as if he had heard something very important.
But the people inside didn't notice anyone outside.
Because they had already given instructions that no one was allowed to come in and disturb them.
But unexpectedly, there was still someone like Sima Lingchuan who slipped through the net.
His mother always kept her important positions in her study.
Moreover, outsiders were never allowed to approach the study.
Sometimes he and his brother would run in, and if they disturbed him, they would be severely reprimanded.
The important things they just discussed, such as letters, should still be in the study.
They say it will turn into dust after tonight, which means the evidence is still there.
It's fair to say that he used all his brainpower in this moment, thinking rapidly about what to do.
But he had no one with him, and Xiao Yun'er had disappeared at the crucial moment.
He forced himself to remain calm, quickly retreated to the main courtyard, and then walked towards the study.
He would still greet two or three servants in a relaxed and harmonious manner.
They had always treated the eldest son very well, so they didn't pay attention to why he would appear in the Prime Minister's residence late at night.
The study was not far from the main courtyard; he walked a short distance and arrived at the study.
The doors were indeed locked; there must be something shady inside.
If I remember correctly, the key to this lock should be in the crack of the windowsill on the third pillar.
This was something he had discovered by chance before.
I never expected that this kind of memorable point would still be used today, so I decided to give it a try.
He found the key there and quickly fumbled to open the lock.
He kept looking around while unlocking the door, his clothes soaked with sweat; he was just too nervous.
After unlocking the lock, he put the key back in its original place and sneaked in.
There were only two candles at the entrance, but no lamps inside, which made it a bit hard to find.
If you were to light the candles rashly, it would definitely attract the attention of people outside.
But it was late at night, and most of the servants had already gone to bed.
With only patrolling guards around, he had no choice but to take the risk and try.
He took the candle from the doorway and lit the two lamps inside.
This made the room a bit brighter, and I could see some messy papers on the table.
I knew those things wouldn't be placed in such an obvious place.
It seems his mother preferred to lock up important things in a corner.
Moreover, it's in a very inconspicuous place, and they might even put a few exquisite boxes there to confuse people.
His mother, her heart is as deep as a frozen pool.
Fortunately, before I got married, I had secretly come to the study to play.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have discovered so many secrets.
Quickly rummage through the boxes in the corner, then open them to see what's inside.
They were all letters that had been piled up for a very long time, and they all seemed to be unimportant.
That makes sense. How could he have found something so important so easily?