Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 939: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

His face darkened and he pulled the box of snacks over to take a look, only to find that none of the pastries were missing, and even the missing corners were the ones he had eaten yesterday.

He likes to eat pastries from the outermost layer, so he knows how much is left after each meal.

The main reason was that when he was a child, someone secretly put laxatives in cakes while he was eating them. Later, he developed the habit of remembering the arrangement and quantity of cakes when eating them.

Xuan Yanjing was puzzled. Did she just take the pastries and let the man take a look at them yesterday?

Xuan Yanjing pretended to casually push the box of pastries in front of Lingyao.

His eyes rolled and he cleared his throat: "Hey! This box looks so familiar!"

Lingyao was handling the affairs of the female officials when she was attracted by Xuan Yanjing's exaggerated tone. She paused her fingers while flipping through the book and looked at him.

The voice was clear: "You have lost your memory?"

Xuan Yanjing pretended not to hear Lingyao's sarcasm, held the box in front of Lingyao, and continued to speak exaggeratedly.

"Why do I remember seeing this box in that brothel yesterday?"

Lingyao wanted to laugh, but was suppressed by her, which directly exposed what Xuan Yanjing wanted to say.

"Well, that's where I got this." Before Xuan Yanjing, the little duck, could jump and flutter again, he added, "I also got the cakes from Chunye Pavilion. Don't you like them?"

Xuan Yanjing understood what Lingyao meant. It turned out that the box of pastries was not something she had specially brought to the man. Instead, the box in his hand and the ones he had eaten before were specially brought to him.

Xuan Yanjing felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey before he even ate the cakes.

The balloon that had been bulging in my chest suddenly deflated without being pricked.

"Oh, I remember." Xuan Yanjing's obsidian eyes sparkled. After understanding Lingyao's explanation, he picked up the box and sat back in his seat to enjoy the food.

While eating, he suddenly remembered the two children and started talking to Lingyao again.

"I asked Xiao Fuzi to arrange a place for them to stay and gave them some silver. I don't know if I can see them again next time I leave the palace."

I don’t know when it started, but Xuan Yanjing no longer refers to himself as “this palace” when talking to Lingyao. Usually when he refers to himself like this, it means he is about to start doing something wrong.

"They are young and won't go too far from the capital. You can see them if you want."

"Well, but I asked around yesterday, and there are quite a few people in the same situation as them, but most of them happened in the suburbs far away from the city, or in slums. I also heard that the previous plague was similar, and basically broke out among the poor. If it's a plague, do you think it can still select based on the rich and the poor..."

Xuan Yanjing analyzed what was wrong with this matter.

Lingyao listened and replied, "No, because this is not a plague."

It was nothing more than the Imperial Concubine colluding with the Gongsun family to resell salt. They mixed inferior salt into the salt sold to the poor, but they never expected that it would lead to poisoning.

However, judging from the recurrence of poisoning, the first "plague" did not wake them up. Perhaps they made some money from the disaster relief funds, which is why they are so laissez-faire.

After all, their way of dealing with the plague was simply to isolate all the poisoned poor people, let them die, and then cremate them all in the name of eradicating the plague to destroy the bodies.

They exchanged all the lives for the silver in their hands and the gold-rimmed chairs in their homes.

However, Lingyao didn't tell Xuan Yanjing these words for the time being.

The carriage arrived at the palace before the first hint of white appeared in the sky.

Xuan Yanjing returned to the Prince's Palace first, while Lingyao needed to go and take the things to report.

After returning from outside the palace, perhaps because Lingyao safely delivered the letter from Gongsun Family Hall to the Imperial Concubine and brought it into the palace, or perhaps because the Imperial Concubine was responsible for hosting the annual spring banquet in the palace, the Imperial Concubine's visits to her and supervision of Xuan Yanjing became much less frequent.

During this period, Lingyao began to increase her efforts in studying Xuan Yanjing and speed up the process of replacing the spies serving in the Prince's Palace.

Xuan Yanjing started out practicing calligraphy, then evolved to reading and appreciating poetry, and then to learning military books and sword techniques.

Xuan Yanjing is actually very motivated to study, but he has been lazy and wasted for so long, so it is inevitable that such high-intensity study all of a sudden makes him a little sleepy and wants to escape.

Xuan Yanjing, who had been dragged by Lingyao to practice swordsmanship for three days and whose hands were shaking when he slept at night, immediately had red eyes and refused to obey when Lingyao sneered and patted his arm with the hilt of the sword to correct his movements.

"You're abusing me! I can't learn!"

Xuan Yanjing put away his sword and sat down on the chair in a huff. Chuntao and Xiao Fuzi, who were watching him, looked at him with different expressions.

Chuntao wondered how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could speak to the Palace Lady in such a way. To put it bluntly, the Palace Lady had been so good to him during this period. The food, clothing, and other expenses in the Crown Prince's Mansion were no longer the same as before. Now, everything they ate and used was the best.

And those little gadgets collected from all over the place to entertain His Highness, all of them were obtained by the Lady Shang Gong.

Although she didn't understand why Lady Shang Gong was going against the Imperial Noble Consort and secretly helping the helpless Crown Prince.

But Chuntao naturally couldn't say anything about the Lady Shang Gong's affairs.

Now, seeing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince throwing a tantrum, she could only cast a few glances at Xiao Fuzi.

Xiao Fuzi almost broke out in a sweat when he saw Chuntao's eyes. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is like this. He was learning very hard before, and he has indeed increased his practice intensity a lot in the past two days.

But even so, Xiao Fuzi actually felt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should not be so angry with Lord Wen.

After all, if Lord Wen gets angry, it will be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who will suffer.

He was just about to step forward to persuade him when Lingyao, who had also put down her sword, glanced at Xuan Yanjing and spoke.

"You think this is abuse?"

When Xuan Yanjing was asked this question, he felt guilty again because he had just spoken too quickly.

He was too tired these past two days. Every day after practice, he didn't even want to take a shower. Not only that, he didn't even want to change his clothes. He just wanted to go to bed.

But to be fair, Xuan Yanjing knew that she did not abuse him and she treated him very well.

Xuan Yanjing lowered his eyelashes and carefully hooked his fingers around Lingyao's. As their fingertips touched, he apologized.

"I'm wrong. I... I'm just a little tired. I just feel that you've been so harsh on me these past two days..."

He had always been treated very well by Lingyao before, but when she suddenly switched to a strict mode, he couldn't adapt for a while and felt a little aggrieved when he saw her cold face.

Lingyao, however, didn't let him off so easily. She commented sharply, "Well, I spoiled you too much before."