My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

He was thinking in his heart that he would make good money to support Fu Shiyan's studies and accompany him to pass the imperial examinations in order to repay him for saving his life.

Seeing that he lives a life of luxury, you can pursue the life you want with peace of mind.

My feelings towards Fu Shiyan are a bit complicated at the moment. Maybe it’s because he saved me, and I completely trust and rely on him.

Your liking for him? I think it's because he's good-looking.

Who doesn’t like beautiful people, things and objects? But beauty cannot stop one’s determination to pursue a better life.

Huaying realized that she was thinking too far ahead. Right now, she hadn't even settled Fu Shiyan's enrollment yet. She quickly shook her head to bring herself back to reality.

Seeing that the bowl of noodles on the table had not been washed yet, Huaying said, "Fu Shiyan, you wash the dishes today."

This sentence instantly broke the hazy atmosphere between the two people under the moonlight. I realized that this sentence was a bit of a spoiler.

Huaying touched her head, chuckled a few times, and went back to the house.

Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying's fleeing back, smiled helplessly and shook his head, then bent down to clean up the dishes.

Fu Lei, who was hiding in the dark on a tree, was shocked by the scene before him and opened his eyes wide. He clenched his fists to suppress his anger. This woman was so outrageous that she dared to order her master to wash dishes. She must be afraid of losing her life. She jumped off the treetop and sneaked into her master's room.

As soon as Fu Shiyan entered the room, he noticed that there was someone in the room. He turned around to close the doors and windows, walked to the table and prepared to light the lamp. "Master." Fu Lei, who was wearing black clothes and masking, saluted in the dark.

"How are things going? If there is no progress after a month, shouldn't your men be eliminated?" Fu Shiyan opened his thin lips slightly.

In the darkness, Fu Lei hurriedly apologized, "I deserve to die. I have just made some progress in finding the young lady in the past month, but now the clues are gone again. It seems that someone is deliberately preventing us from finding the young lady. I have ordered people to check for the person in secret, but... there is still no news."

Fu Lei had witnessed the killing scenes of the young master in front of him. His methods, strategies, and cruelty were even better than those of the old prime minister. He couldn't help but plead for his brothers who had been through life and death with him.

Fu Shiyan, who was sitting on a high stool, tapped the table with his fingers, "What's the news from big brother?"

"Our people have entered the military camp and managed to get into the group of the man who looks similar to the eldest young master. After a long period of observation, we found that except for the fact that he uses his left hand to do things like the eldest young master, he is different in other aspects. He has contacted this man several times using code words, and this man behaves normally. This is a letter written by that man. Master, please take a look." Fu Lei presented a letter.

Fu Shiyan looked at the handwriting carefully under the light and found that it was in a different font from his elder brother's.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the handwriting seemed to have been altered, so he looked closely at the stroke in the character. When his elder brother was teaching him to write, he had told him that the stroke should be written slightly thinner than ordinary people's, with a smoother pen tip, and it would be impossible to tell at all without careful inspection.

Even if someone wants to imitate your handwriting, it would be difficult to do so in a short period of time.

So the handwriting of the two brothers is similar, but the eldest brother's handwriting is more delicate than his. Every stroke of the words on the paper seems to tell Fu Shiyan that it is the eldest brother's handwriting.

Fu Shiyan's hands trembled slightly, and he turned around quickly and said, "Have someone protect this person and continue to find out about his situation. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes." Fu Lei saluted and asked, "I heard from Fu Yi that the master is going to study in the academy?"

"Everyone knows about the fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The second son was burned to death. How can I fight against the enemies in the dark now that I have no power and influence? The whereabouts of my elder brother and younger sister are unknown. Only this way can I enter the court openly and find the truth about the more than one hundred lives lost in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Fu Shiyan tightly gripped the brush in his hand, his suppressed emotions turning into throbbing veins on the back of his hand. The person who could move the Prime Minister's Mansion was definitely not an ordinary person. All he could do was conserve his energy and make himself stronger.

If I'm not mistaken, my eldest brother deliberately concealed his handwriting and changed his name to sneak into the military camp. Wasn't it also to cultivate his own abilities and take revenge one day? But why didn't my brother recognize me? What was his reason?

For a scholar like him to gain a foothold in the military camp, the hardships he had to endure were unbearable for ordinary people.

Fu Lei's eyes were slightly red, and he thought of the old prime minister's careful teachings before. A tear fell to the ground, and he sobbed, "The brothers of the Fu family army have been restless for a long time. If it weren't for the master's order, they would have killed those old men who opposed the old prime minister. Who else can move the prime minister's mansion except those old guys? According to the time, the court should have come to a conclusion long ago, but now the notice has not been posted."

Fu Lei, who was usually taciturn, rarely spoke so many words, let alone shed tears. He felt like a woman crying, so he wiped his eyes hurriedly and returned to normal.

"Go back and comfort your men. Tell them that if they want to avenge the Prime Minister's Mansion, they should practice martial arts, sharpen their minds, and read more military books. One day, I will help them get what they want." Fu Yi placed the letter paper on the candle flame and lit it.

"Yes. I'll take my leave." Fu Yi bowed and left through the window.

Fu Shiyan stared at the flickering candlelight, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed and returned to his normal state. Only the bloodstains on his palms could prove his true emotions.