Chapter 93: Investigating the Past Again
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Yi… Yili? Why did you become so small? You look so cute!”
Luo Xiuran burped as he rubbed his eyes. He took another look and confirmed that he really saw a miniature version of Feng Yili before he reached out to pinch the little bun’s face.
At the critical moment, Qian Qing appeared. Her expression changed when she saw what was happening. Worried that the little bun’s identity would be exposed, she decisively kicked Luo Xiuran away and scooped the little bun up.
When Luo Xiuran got up, the door had already slammed shut. He scratched his head and muttered to himself in a daze, “Strange! Why did Jian Qing run away with Little Yili?”
In the room.
Qian Jiao and Qian Mei’s expressions were solemn.
Qian Mei asked worriedly, “Did Young Marquis Luo discover Little Master’s true appearance?”
They had been instructed by Shen Hezhi to keep the little bun’s identity a secret, and they had been careless. They thought that they could let their guard down after Feng Yili left the Revival Hall. Who knew that there was still Luo Xiuran? If they had known this, they would have driven Luo Xiuran away earlier.
Qian Qing placed the little bun on the bed and tucked him in. Her expression was very gentle when she looked at the latter, but her expression quickly turned stony when she heard those words. After a while, she replied calmly, “Don’t worry. Based on Luo Xiuran’s unreliable personality, even if he tells everyone, not many people will believe him.”
Qian Jiao and Qian Mei exchanged a look when they heard these words. It seemed like Qian Jing was very familiar with Luo Xiuran.
The next morning.
Luo Xiuran found himself lying on the ground in the courtyard. His body ached, especially his chest where Qian Qing had kicked him yesterday night. It hurt even when he only applied a little pressure on it.
He sat up among a pile of wine jars, looking confused. He massaged his head before he became a little more clear-headed.
‘I remember drinking to drown my sorrows yesterday, and then… That’s right! I saw that face! Was I dreaming or was it real?’
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Xiuran hurried back to the Prince Regent’s Residence.
Luo Xiuran rushed to the study as soon as he arrived at the Prince Regent’s Residence.
At this time, Feng Yili was giving orders to Jiang Ying and Jiang Chuan regarding Yu Pengtian’s matter.
Yu Pengtian’s death did not only affect Feng Weirui, the First Prince, but it would affect other things as well. For example, now that the position was vacant, who would be chosen to be the next Assistant Minister? Many people were eyeing this position.
Jiang Ying said in a low voice, “Your Royal Highness, the Fifth Prince plans to recommend Liu Zeng.”
Liu Zeng was the Fifth Prince’s trusted aide.
“Prince Rui won’t dare to act rashly in this period of time, but the Crown Prince and the Third Prince should also be eyeing this position. I heard the two of them have already summoned their trusted aides to their respective residences. What do you plan to do, Youe Royal Highness?” Jiang Chuan asked.
Feng Yili looked up and said in a low voice, “I remember Xu Zhiyan’s current position isn’t very high, right?”
‘Lord Xu?’
Jiang Ying wore a strange expression on his face as he asked, “Your Royal Highness, you plan to recommend Lord Xu?”
“Yes,” Feng Yili replied calmly, “The current imperial court is rotten at the core. It looks good on the surface, but it’s rotting inside. There are very few trustworthy people in court. Xu Zhiyan… is an interesting person…’
Although Feng Yili disliked Xu Zhiyan’s relationship with Yu Yunxi, he thought that Xu Zhiyan’s character was all right.
Jiang Ying and Jiang Chuan exchanged a look.
‘As expected, His Royal Highness doesn’t intend to help the Fifth Prince…’
‘It’s not surprising. With the Fifth Prince’s character, it was already a miracle that His Royal Highness didn’t kill the Fifth Prince back then…’
After a moment, Jiang Ying said with a troubled expression, “However, will the Fifth Prince…
Suddenly, Luo Xiuran ran into the room, gasping for air as he said, “Yili, Yili! I have something very important to tell you!”
“What is it?”
“I spent the night in the Revival Hall last night. While I was drinking, I saw a miniature version of you!”
Feng Yili was speechless.
Jiang Ying and Jiang Chuan were also speechless.
After a moment, Jiang Yiing asked in a strange tone, “And then?”
At the same time, after smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Luo Xiuran’s body, Jiang Ying wondered if Luo Xiuran was still drunk.
“And then Jian Qing carried him away! Before that, she even kicked me away!” Luo Xiuran said, sounding aggrieved nearing the end of his words.
The corners of Jiang Ying and Jiang Chuan’s lips twitched, certain that Luo Xiuran was still drunk. After a moment, they both walked over to bring Luo Xiuran away so he would not disturb Feng Yili.
“Young Marquis Luo, let’s get you a bowl of sobering soup…”
However, Feng Yili suddenly said as he stared at Luo Xiuran intently, “Wait a minute. Luo Xiuran, are you sure you saw a miniature version of me?”
Feng Yili looked calm, and he was the only one who knew that the pen in his hand was broken. He was tense, and his heart tightened.
“I swear I saw a child who looked like you last night! Wait… Before that, I remember seeing Junjin sleepwalking… Then when I walked over to help him, I saw that it was a miniature version of you,” Luo Xiuran said, growing more and more confused when he spoke. He scratched his head as he wondered inwardly, ‘I was sure I saw Junjin. How did he become a miniature version of Yili?’
“Young Marquis Luo, you were probably drunk at that time. Junjin is the son of the heir of the King of Xinan. How could he resemble the Prince Regent?” Jiang Ying said helplessly.
Suddenly, Feng Yili’s eyes flashed, and he said hoarsely, “That might not be the case.”
Then, Feng Yili added coldly, “Jiang Ying, go investigate what happened in the imperial mausoleum back then. Start with the people around Yu Wanrong. I must find out what happened back then!”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” Jiang Ying said as his expression turned serious.
“Yili, what’s going on?” Luo Xiuran asked, perplexed.
“It’s nothing. You’ve made great contributions this time. It’s fine if you drink a little more next time,” Feng Yili said, much friendlier than usual.
Seeing this, Luo Xiuran could not help but feel delighted..
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