"Ren Anle!"
Han Ye suddenly raised his head and coldly said, "Discussing the sovereign is a capital offense. Swallow these words you've uttered, and if you dare mention them again upon returning to the capital..."
He restrained his voice, brushed his sleeve and turned back, the cold air on his body particularly intense just now.
In a place hidden from her sight, Han Ye's hand tightly held, and his thin lips lightly pursed.
Ren Anle is from the grassland and is used to having a carefree and unrestrained temperament.
If she were to speak such words in front of other people in the future, she would probably not be far from the execution ground. With such a fearless temperament, why doesn't she just stay comfortably in her own happy place, but instead, she has come to meddle in the chaos of the capital!
This female bandit leader, indeed, has grown tired of her life!
"Your Highness, all the officials involved in the construction of the river embankment last year were conscripted by the Mu Tian Prefecture five days ago." Jian Song investigated for a day and brought back this rather unpleasant news.
"All conscripted? On what pretext?" Han Ye's brows furrowed.
"Reconstructing river embankments, not only this..."
"Has not even a single one of last year's river workers disappeared? All gone without a trace?" Ren Anle walked in, followed by the spirited Wen Shuo.
Jian Song nodded and said, "What the daren said is correct. All the river workers in charge were temporarily summoned by the government officials five days ago. In addition, Mu Tian Prefecture also conscripted another five hundred river workers."
Ren Anle and Han Ye's expressions froze simultaneously. They exchanged a glance and understood the profound meaning behind Zhong Liwen's words.
If the river embankment is to be built, 500 river workers are sufficient; there is absolutely no need to recruit again. The river workers who were recruited afterwards are the true repairers at present, as for the river workers and supervisors from last year... I presume they have already been put under the supervision of Zhong Liwen. All traces have been erased, making it impossible for people from the capital to investigate. It's quite clean and neat.
Just... if hundreds of people were detained together, how could there be no movement at all?
"Jian Song, go and investigate the recent places where a large quantity of grain has been transported. If my guess is correct, these people should be imprisoned on the outskirts."
"Chang Qing, follow Jian daren." Ren Anle leaned against the door and gave a faint order. Chang Qing swiftly appeared with a swish and silently followed behind Jian Song, immediately becoming his shadow.
The Eastern Palace commander's corner of the mouth twitched, silently withdrew and left.
Han Ye expressed his astonishment with a click of his tongue, "Are you willing to part with your precious guard?"
"Chang Qing is adept at tracing clues, and I lend him to Your Highness for temporary use, so... tonight, Yuan Qin belongs to me," Ren Anle stated firmly.
Han Ye put down the book in his hand and earnestly looked towards Ren Anle, saying, "Your business dealings are indeed meticulous. I believe no one is more capable than you to hold the position of the Eastern Palace's steward."
Wen Shuo shrank in the corner, watching the unusual conversation between the two people.
Han Ye's expression was extremely solemn, Ren Anle blinked her eyes, secretly comparing the annual salaries of the prestigious position of Grand Minister of Justice and the Chief steward of the Eastern Palace. She curled her lips, displaying her extraordinary skill, and instantly disappeared at the door.
Han Ye was taken aback, looking at the swaying door, and suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Your Highness..." Wen Shuo's voice suddenly sounded without warning, and only then did Han Ye remember that there was someone else in the room. He restrained his smile and turned his head slightly.
"You're moved."
Nearby, a young man sat cross-legged on a bed, propping up his chin. There was a smile at the corners of his mouth and in the arches of his eyebrows. The words that escaped his lips were earth-shattering.