The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

"Where exactly did he go?" Wei Bai shook his head helplessly. "I only know it's the capital, but of course I don't know the specific address." Are you kidding? With the prince's skills, can anyone easily track down his whereabouts?

Wei Song sighed, "It doesn't matter. It's good to know a rough address. Then what?"

Wei Bai continued, "As for the factors that may cause the recurrence of the disease that you asked me to investigate, after I locked onto the capital, I also checked the weather in the city that day, as well as what major events had occurred in the city..."

"How is it?" Wei Song and Du Ziheng asked in unison.

Wei Bo took a deep breath. "The weather was very good that day. The sun was always hanging in the sky. There were no dark clouds covering the sun, and there was no blood moon. Therefore, there was no possibility that his illness relapsed due to climate change."

"What about other situations?" Du Ziheng asked puzzledly.

Wei Bo sighed, showing a rare look of disappointment. "Nothing special happened in the city that day. I can't find out why he got sick."

Du Ziheng mentioned a little more detail, "At that time, Wei Song and I were in the Underworld Palace, and we saw a series of fine scratches on the back of the prince's right hand."

"I remember you told me about this." Wei Bo pondered, "It looks like a thorn wound, right?"

A moment.

"It's a place with green plants!" the three shouted at the same time.

At the same time, the three of them thought of many places, including the City Center Lake Garden near Wangxian Tower, the unnamed garden behind Mushi Jiuyou Pavilion, the imperial garden in the harem, and so on.

Anyway, it was good to have a certain location. If they checked the area one by one, they might be able to find some clues.

Even with a relatively small scope, it is still quite troublesome to investigate carefully, because there are so many places with green plants in the city that you can't count them on your fingers.

Wei Bai and the other two were not frightened by the difficulties before them. They had only one goal, which was to find out the cause of the prince's illness so that they could better curb the next outbreak of the disease.

This was also the first time in many years that the prince had special discomfort symptoms due to other unknown factors. This was also the first time in many years that the prince's illness was so serious and scary.

Go and get clues from the prince involved?

No.

They couldn't ask the prince what happened. First, the prince might not want to talk to them. Second, more importantly, they didn't dare to blindly ask a patient to recall the painful scene when the disease broke out. Moreover, the prince had a special thing. Once he had a memory disorder, they couldn't ask him what happened at the time of the memory disorder.

It's like a patient who is in a state of confusion when his illness relapses. During this period, he experiences a process of physical and mental torture. After he finally gets up and stabilizes, if others force him to recall the painful scene at that time by asking him questions, it will be a second round of torture for the patient. This is not feasible.

Just like the night of the bloody moon when they went north to hunt down the assassins of other countries, after that night, subordinates like Wei Song did not dare to mention that night again. They could only objectively describe what happened that night from the perspective of a storyteller, rather than through dialogue and questioning, forcing Youming Jiuchong at that time to recall all the details when his memory was confused.

So, it was the same this time. The high-ranking subordinates of the Hades Palace and the three people of Wei Bo in the Night King's Palace did not dare to mention the details of the events before and during the onset of his illness in front of the Night King. The most they could do was... like a storyteller, reporting some things from other people's perspectives in a general way, using the expression of retelling, so that the Night King could listen and understand these things in the identity of others.

And - - we must never allow the Night King to bring in his own perspective, and recall what confused memories, physical and mental disorders they experienced individually or together in their identities as the Night King and the Lord of the Underworld?

At this moment, Wei Bai and his three companions were certain that they planned to investigate the triggering factors of the illness on their own instead of using the prince to investigate.

Wei Bai, Wei Song and Du Ziheng are usually naughty, but they can still be relied upon at critical moments.

The three brothers made up their minds, divided the work among themselves, and decided together that they would do something good for the prince's health. With the prince around, they felt more complete. It was the prince who gave them a home...

While the three brothers were chatting with each other, Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu had already finished their meal.

The servants cleared the food away and placed new tea, fruits and snacks on the table after the meal.

When Ye Xiaohan was not in the palace, Yun Mujiu basically ate in her own courtyard. She would only come to the flower hall when she was having meals with Ye Xiaohan.

The glazed tiles on the roof of the flower hall refract colorful rays of light, casting a colorful glow on the flowers and potted plants around the flower hall.

The atmosphere in the elegantly decorated flower hall was peaceful. Only Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu were left here.

Yun Mujiu held the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes quickly to glance across at the opposite side, then looked away as if he had been electrocuted.

Ye Xiaohan was sipping tea with his head down. There was an open letter on the table, which had just been delivered by a personal guard.

Ye Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked at the contents of the letter indifferently.

Yun Mujiu knew that it was not a big deal, but just a letter from Ye Xiaohan's subordinates reporting the situation in the court. Ye Xiaohan had the privilege of not attending the morning court, and he could understand the court at home and control the situation in the court with ease.

As Yun Mujiu lowered her head in thought, she had been with Ye Xiaohan for the past half hour. With Ye Xiaohan now by her side, all her previous worries and complicated emotions about Ye Xiaohan in the outside world also dissipated.

Once those concerns were gone, and she had already calmed down somewhat from the excitement of reuniting with Ye Xiaohan, an unexpected thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Yun Mujiu almost subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Ye Xiaohan's hands...

Ye Xiaohan's hands have distinct joints and a fair complexion, but that kind of fair skin is not the kind of skin that comes from being sickly, but rather the kind of fair skin that comes from a healthy complexion.

The skin on the back of Ye Xiaohan's hand was extremely smooth, without a single scar, and as slippery as ancient jade.

Yes, Yun Mujiu didn't know why, but suddenly he wanted to pay attention to Ye Wang's hands.

Because that day in the garden, she also subconsciously remembered what the hands of Youming Jiuchong hidden under his wide sleeves looked like...