Chapter 942: Chapter 941: Who Did This!
Once the guards had withdrawn, leaving only the most trusted confidants behind, Zhao Mingjun walked to the rockery, found the mechanism, twisted it open, revealing the entrance. He glanced inside, seeing nothing unusual, his heart calmed a little.
Descending into the secret chamber, he looked around before approaching the desk to inspect meticulously. He then turned to the books on the shelf, each neatly arranged as per his habit, none out of place.
"Master, won’t they come this way?" Zhao Mingjun’s trusted guard, Li Yong, asked.
Zhao Mingjun snorted, "Who knows? Better safe than sorry. But looking at this, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s been here; none of the books have been moved."
He casually picked up a book, underneath which lay a small mechanism that opened up a secret compartment in the large bookshelf.
The items within the secret room were also intact, showing no signs of tampering. Zhao Mingjun felt reassured. Spotting a box on the shelf, he was about to step inside when an attendant reported that one of the guards had woken up.
Zhao Mingjun glanced at the treasure-laden secret chamber, finding no trace of anyone’s visit. He thought it unlikely anyone would discover the world beneath the rockery and decided to leave for now.
Upon reaching the surface, through a guard’s description, he learned that a maid had led the person away only to have them lost. Zhao Mingjun frowned.
How could there be such a coincidence?
Could that person be one of that audacious group?
"Investigate. Find who was dressed like that and investigate them for me. Better to kill a hundred by mistake than let one go. Daring to intrude on his lair, they will be killed without mercy."
Meanwhile, the steward showed signs of hesitation, wanting to speak but holding back.
"Speak whatever you have to say." Zhao Mingjun particularly hated this hesitance.
"Master, the guest who came today, the Sixth Prince, was dressed like that," the old steward said.
"What? Zhao Mingkun?" Zhao Mingjun shot up.
The old steward nodded. He wasn’t mistaken; it was indeed the Sixth Prince dressed in that manner.
"Go, see where Lao Liu is right now. Check all the places he’s been. I want a thorough investigation," Zhao Mingjun ordered with a dark expression.
"Yes."
Zhao Mingjun wore an ugly expression, Lao Liu? You better have nothing to do with this, or else, haha, you, a palace maid’s son, have hidden quite deeply.
Were the Sixth Prince to know Zhao Mingjun’s thoughts, he’d likely explode, who the hell is framing me?
The story unfolds on two fronts.
Elsewhere, Wufu looked at the large group of people, feeling as if a child’s fight had called the parents over.
She stood to the side, appearing anxious and unsure what to do, while observing Madam Wang, the Eldest Lady Wu, from the corner of her eye.
This lady, Madam Wang, seemed to have heard some unpleasant news in the banquet hall, her face as dark as if someone had killed her parents.
On the other side, Wen Yanfang was tearfully complaining to her legitimate mother, raising her scratched hand.
Lady Wen glanced at it, and with a stern expression, remarked to Madam Wang, "Eldest Lady Wu, for girls, appearance is most important. If this leaves a scar, what will become of this girl?"
Seeing this, Madam Wang curtseyed and said, "This was just a misunderstanding. This child is most respectful of her father and cannot tolerate anyone’s defamation or slander. It was out of momentary anger that... Ah yes, I have some Jade Face Cream bestowed by Consort Rong. I will send it to your esteemed residence later?"
Bringing up Consort Rong, Lady Wen was silenced, yet knowing her family was initially at fault, she said, "In that case, thank you, Eldest Lady Wu."
"Mother," Wu Yining protested, "such a valuable thing can’t be given to this little wretch."
Madam Wang glared at her fiercely. Wu Yining bit her lip and dared not speak further.