“Young Master, what’s your relationship with the Prince Zhan Yun Residence?” he asked softly, looking at her carefully.
Young Master had come from the southern border, and Prince Zhan Yun had just returned to the capital. Did they return together? It seemed possible.
“Oh, you’re asking about my relationship with Qian Jiyun?” An Jiuyue replied softly, pursed her lips, and chuckled.
“Do you know Lan Zhitong?” she asked.
“Yes.” Elder Ding Nuo nodded.
He knew Lan Zhitong. She was the Princess Consort that Prince Zhan Yun had been searching for for so many years.
Everyone in the capital knew her—she was a true celebrity! She was famous for being sought after by Prince Zhan Yun for many years.
“Prince Zhan Yun has been looking for her. She’s the Princess Consort that Xue Yingyue harmed.”
“Yes, yes.” An Jiuyue nodded.
“I am Lan Zhitong,” she said.
Elder Ding Nuo choked on his saliva, and his face flushed red.
If he had not heard it with his own ears, he would not have believed what he had just heard.
Is my young master Princess Consort Zhan Yun of the Second Rank?
If I remember correctly, Young Master’s name is An Jiuyue. Why is she Lan Zhitong?
“Lan Zhitong is my old name. My name is An Jiuyue now,” An Jiuyue replied. She knew what Elder Ding Nuo wanted to ask.
“Young Master, give me more time. I’ll definitely be able to find out who’s behind Xue Yingyue,” Elder Ding Nuo promised.
He was previously unaware of his young master’s connection to the Prince Zhan Yun Residence. Now that he knew, he would not record news about the Prince Zhan Yun Residence as ordinary news in their secret network anymore.
“There’s no hurry. You can investigate slowly,” An Jiuyue said.
It would not be easy to find out more about this. Even Qian Jiyun had no clue.
“Please arrange for the new school buildings as soon as possible. Also, I have a list of medicinal herbs. Elder, please help me find these herbs.”
She handed a list to Elder Ding Nuo.
“Yes, Young Master,” Elder Ding Nuo replied and took the list.
In Prince Sui’s residence…
Prince Sui had already returned. He was now like a dead dog.
Although he could no longer feel pain in his arm, his inner being was in extreme pain.
Not only had his father scolded him, but he had scolded him harshly, criticizing him from head to toe as if he were not his biological son.
“Sui’er, what’s going on?”
When Consort Wen heard about what happened in the palace, she rushed to see her son.
“Why are you asking?” Prince Sui glanced at his mother coldly. He was furious.
“Mother, do you have nothing better to do? My arm hurts, so you should find a few pharmacists or poison specialists. Why are you sending people to Father?”
“I—” Consort Wen opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
She was anxious. She did not even know how to return to the palace after being chased out.
Now that her son’s arms were starting to hurt again, it proved that the woman Qian Jiyun brought back had really done something to her son.