The arms agent concubine takes the RV to raise a baby

At Prince Xuan's Mansion, Yiqi placed the results of the past few days' investigation in front of the prince:

"The man who pushed Miss Hua into the water was called Wei Mingxiao, a street thug. He died in the lake that day after his throat was slit."

Yiqi said, looking at his master, seeing that there was no instruction, he continued: "According to his brother, someone gave him 100 taels of silver and asked him to go to the lake and hug a tall woman into the water, and then he could marry the woman."

Yiqi glanced at his own prince again, and this time he saw the anger in his eyes. He didn't know whether he should continue. After a pause, when the prince didn't say anything, he continued:

"His brother also said that the man gave him a set of clothes for a servant in the Hua Mansion, then led him into the mansion and told him to hide in a cave in the rockery by the lake and wait. He waited for a long time before he saw the tall woman climb to the top of the rockery, so he pushed her down. Unexpectedly, when the woman fell, she threw something out with her backhand and cut his throat."

"Who is it?" Liu Jingcheng's face was full of anger, but he still suppressed his voice and asked hatefully.

"He said he didn't know her and didn't dare look up because the other person was wearing a hat and he couldn't see her face. But when the woman gave him silver, he glanced and saw a scar on the index finger of her right hand."

"There is a scar on the index finger of the right hand..." Liu Jingcheng repeated this sentence. It was a very obvious mark and should be easy to find, but what reason would he have to look at a girl's hand?

"Investigate further and make sure to find out who ordered it that day."

"Then this person..."

"Break one of his legs, throw him on the street, and have someone keep an eye on him." Before Yiqi could finish his words, Liu Jingcheng threw him a cold remark, saying that he dared to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion to cause trouble. Even if he was a maid in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he would not be able to covet her. How could a toad dare to have such thoughts?

"It was done by the nephew of Minister Zhou's wife." In the evening, Yiqi reported the results of the tracking to Liu Jingcheng's desk.

"Minister Zhou?" Liu Jingcheng was puzzled. They had nothing to do with her. Why would they want to harm the young lady of the Hua family?

"Does he have a daughter named Zhou Liyao?" Yiqi added, "The maidservant of the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion opened the door for him and gave him clothes from the servants of the Hua Mansion."

"So that's how it is. It seems these two people have lived enough." Liu Jingcheng said viciously. If anyone dares to touch his people, he must be prepared to pay with his life.

"Master, how about we kill them?" Yiqi asked tentatively.

"Let's keep them for a few days first, and then deal with them when we have time after the Moon Festival." Liu Jingcheng held the cameras and eavesdropping devices that he had tricked from Hua Xiyu. He didn't expect that there were so many of them.

"Come and find Tu Shaoheng and the Bian brothers, I have something to tell them."

Soon, Tu Shaoheng and the brothers Bian Wen and Bian Wu came to his study one after another.

"Please find a way to place this thing in Pan Renhui and Li Xianglong's study, conference room or bedroom. It would be best if they can carry it with them."

He gave each of them five, "including one to the people around them. No matter what method you use, you must get it done before the Moon Festival."

Tu Shaoheng looked embarrassed. Although he was good at gathering intelligence and searching for information, he was not so good at climbing over walls and entering houses.

The Bian brothers accepted it very happily. The people of their branch of the Bian clan could pass through walls and beams as easily as mice. Even if they were discovered, it would be difficult to catch them. So these things were not a big problem for them.

"We brothers will be responsible for putting it in their room, and Young Master Tu will be responsible for making them wear it. How about that?" Bian Wen did not ask what it was or what it was used for. This was the rule, and he just had to do as he was told.

Tu Shaoheng immediately had an idea and happily took the order and left.

Liu Jingcheng went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and took Hua Xiyu to the palace to meet the emperor. He had a way to resolve the crisis, but it depended on whether he could convince the old emperor.

Hua Xiyu changed into men's clothes, but thought it was inappropriate for a man to look like this, so he put on the same mask again and put on an uglier makeup.

It was natural that Prince Hong had no obstruction to enter the palace to see the emperor. Hua Xiyu was originally extremely curious about the ancient imperial palace, but when he saw it this time, his curiosity disappeared instantly. Compared with the Forbidden City, it was too far behind.

I looked around, but there was nothing unusual. Aunt Zhang said that looking around was taboo in the palace, so I quickly looked away, but I saw a figure flash before my eyes, then turned into another road and disappeared.

Who else would ride a bicycle in South Vietnam? She didn't bother to tell Liu Jingcheng and hurried to catch up. As expected, she saw Liu Jingcheng riding his bicycle in front of her, swaying from side to side. She ran a few steps and didn't catch up, so she stood there and shouted, "Little brat, stop right there!"

"Hey, who are you calling?" A shrill voice came from the side. Hua Xiyu looked over but didn't see anyone. When he turned around again, Liu Jingsheng had already gone far away on his bike.

"You did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose. Wait until I catch you and see how I'll deal with you." Hua Xiyu said hatefully as he looked at Liu Jingsheng's receding figure.

"Who are you going to deal with?" This time it was a gentle baritone, with a hint of fatigue, weary, and powerless feeling in the tone.

When Hua Xiyu turned her head, she saw a middle-aged man looking at her seriously. She recognized who he was at a glance: "Hey, Uncle Zheng..." She stopped talking in time, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate. Who in the world dared to call himself "I"? Although this Zheng is not that I, the pronunciation is the same, so she cleverly added the word "Uncle". At least this is much less sinful than just calling him "Zheng".

Debao: “…” What is Uncle Zheng’s name? This girl must have lost her head.

The emperor did not respond to her. His scrutinizing gaze moved back and forth over her body, finally settling on his face.

"How could she make herself so ugly?" the emperor thought to himself, and walked straight towards her without stopping. He passed by her and went straight to the rest pavilion beside the garden.

Hua Xiyu felt unhappy when she saw that he didn't want to pay attention to her. After all, I saved your life, so we had some friendship. Why was he so cold? She didn't want to make herself unhappy, so she went in the opposite direction to find Liu Jingsheng.

"Hua Xiyu, come here and talk," the emperor shouted in a slightly raised voice without turning around.

There was a decisiveness and firmness in his voice that could not be refused, and an aura of dominance rolling in. Hua Xiyu came over obediently.

"I see you don't seem very happy, so I don't want to disturb you." She lowered her posture, respecting the majesty of the ancient emperors while also not losing the etiquette of modern people who are unwilling to kneel.

The autumn wind blew slowly, and the whole garden was filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums. The autumn afternoon sunshine shone through the mottled halos of the leaves, and sprinkled on the girl with golden light. The ugly makeup on her face was not so annoying anymore.

Liu Jingcheng came over at this time and found that the two were chatting. He sat down quietly next to Hua Xiyu.

"Father, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Well, you say." The emperor looked at the two of them. They were of similar height, temperament, and family background. It was truly a perfect match.

Then he glanced at Fu Tingxuan and said, "Clear the area around here. I have something to say to King Xuan."

Fu Tingxuan immediately ordered the Eagle Guards scattered around to retreat a hundred steps each to ensure that they could not hear the emperor's conversation while ensuring the emperor's safety.

"I can tell you now." The emperor looked at Liu Jingcheng. He knew that his son was a man of many talents. All these years, he was the one who spread all the rumors in the outside world.

"Your son wants to go to Northern Tang with A Yu and directly assassinate Li Xianglong to resolve the crisis in Southern Fujian," Liu Jingcheng said, "If your father has a successor, your son can do the same and assassinate Pan Renhui as well, thus relieving your father of his greatest worry." Liu Jingcheng glanced at the old emperor's face, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he continued, "Your son is absolutely sure, please allow me, your father."

"Then tell me how confident you are." Emperor Shunhe knew that Hua Xiyu's hidden weapons were powerful, but assassinating an emperor or a military commander was not something that could be accomplished with just a few hidden weapons.

"Assassination!" Hua Xiyu had been listening obediently, thinking that it had nothing to do with her, but it turned out that they were talking about her old profession.

In this age of cold weapons, assassination is a piece of cake. She had demonstrated the power of the gun to the emperor last time. The old man didn't believe it, so she couldn't say anything.

Emperor Shunhe saw her eager look and suddenly turned to her and said, "Tell me, how to assassinate him and how to get close to him."

"This is too simple, Your Majesty. Didn't I demonstrate it to you last time? There's no need to get close. The rifle has a longer range."

The emperor naturally did not forget, but it was impossible to get within a hundred steps of the emperor. There were so many secret guards that you would be killed by them before you could even take out your weapon.

Unless the emperor is alone, like the last time he went to Shuiyue Temple.

"That's not enough. Without permission, it's impossible to get within 500 steps, let alone within 100 steps. So, it's impossible for you to assassinate with hidden weapons."

"Indeed, but I have drones and cluster bombs. I can operate the drones while standing on the mountain." Hua Xiyu was a little unhappy. No one questioned her ability in modern times, but being questioned by the ancients was a little unpleasant. However, she had to explain to the emperor patiently.