Chen Long came out and instructed: "Adjourn the meeting. Everyone has worked hard during this time, let’s continue tomorrow."
A group of high-ranking officials surrounded Chen Long nervously, fearing that something big had happened.
"It’s nothing," Chen Long swallowed: "Routine operation."
Even an emperor has the right not to attend morning court, right? Could it really be considered a tyrant if his master occasionally spent time indulging with Xi Fei?
The crowd left with doubts, always feeling that Bao Gucheng was up to something big behind their backs.
Far away in Qingcheng, Nangong Mo received a secret telegram: Bao Gucheng is wary of us, secretly plotting something major, Fourth Master, be careful.
Nangong Mo raised an eyebrow and threw the telegram to his subordinate: "Find out what Bao Gucheng has been up to recently?"
Subordinate: "Reporting to Fourth Master, after he returned to the Imperial City, he has only been dealing with a few old cases before retirement... He refuses to take on any new assignments and declines all dining invitations. Oh, and he’s also looking at cemeteries, maybe planning to choose a burial date for the deceased like Si Zhe."
Nangong Mo squinted, disdainfully saying: "Is that it? What’s there to guard against regarding Bao Gucheng?"
"Subordinate... doesn’t understand either."
"Forget it, go urge Master Wu Ming. He’s in the mountains surveying, see how the progress is going, and have him report directly to me."
"Fourth Master, should I also ask Master Wu Ming to divine who harmed Miss Meng?"
"No need. What Wu Ming is doing is more important; we can’t let him be distracted." Nangong Mo’s tone was cold, and his deep, cold blue eyes showed no emotion.
The subordinate was secretly alarmed.
No wonder people say the Fourth Master is cold and unfathomable.
Miss Meng’s hand was injured so badly, impacting her for life, yet the Fourth Master doesn’t think it’s a big deal, showing no concern, prioritizing Wu Ming’s tasks instead.
This is not normal thinking!
What on earth has the Fourth Master instructed Wu Ming to do in the mountain’s pit that’s so significant?
After dispersing the high-level meeting attendees, Bao Gucheng focused on the "important matter"—reading poetry to Zuzi.
Zuzi lay on the edge of the bed, half-closing her eyes, listening to the man’s rhythmic voice, making even the uncomfortable bed feel somewhat more pleasant.
Initially, she asked many questions that made the man blush and his heart skip, but gradually, her phoenix eyes gently closed, and her even breathing transmitted through the watch to Bao Gucheng’s side.
The man gently stroked the little face on the screen, slowly saying: "Goodnight."
He was reluctant to end the call.
He kept the phone by his side, even while sleeping, keeping the screen on so he could see her sweet and naive sleeping face. He noticed, incidentally, that she slept quite restlessly... In just an hour, her little feet had kicked onto the watch screen.
The man nearly wanted to reach through the screen to pinch the fair arches of her feet!
He got up and took a cold shower.
But he still felt a little restless, unable to sleep, so he forced himself to go through the documents Chen Long submitted, related to the Old President from six years ago...
It was only work that could calm him down, even if just for a short while!
Countdown to the college entrance exam: nine days.
A black sedan parked in the parking lot outside the senior three teaching building.
Xi Ruzhu received a phone call, ran downstairs, got into the car, and saw Nangong Meng, who hadn’t shown up for several days.
She was surprised to see Nangong Meng with her right hand wrapped in thick bandages, her arm noticeably shorter.
Nangong Meng’s face was somber, thin, her dark circles so pronounced that even foundation couldn’t hide them: "Cut the nonsense. I called you here for a task. Are you the one adopted by Zuzi’s family? Do you know Zuzi’s birth date? Give it to me quickly!"
Xi Ruzhu didn’t expect Nangong Meng to make such a request as soon as she spoke.
The term "adopted" gave her a sting in her heart and simultaneously puzzled her.
What does Nangong Meng want with Zuzi’s birth date?