Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Zhao Feng casually finished his buns, then sat down at the tea stall and drank his tea slowly. After he had drunk two gulps of the tea in the cup, a middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes with his face covered slowly walked over.

The two exchanged glances.

Zhao Feng then pretended to be lazy and slowly stood up, walked into a deserted alley, and met the middle-aged man.

"What's going on?" Zhao Feng asked.

"To answer your question, Marquis Heqing, Marquis Huaiyuan, and Marquis Zhulu came straight to the Marquis Heqing's mansion after the morning court session. Upon learning that Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde had escaped, they were furious. They secretly arranged personnel in the mansion and mobilized connections. They are quietly searching for them in Manyingtian Prefecture. Right now, the three marquises are sulking in the Marquis Heqing's mansion." The visitor replied in a low voice that only Zhao Feng could hear.

"Alright, this looks like it's going very smoothly." Zhao Feng felt relieved for the moment, and then instructed, "Find two suitable corpses, change their clothes, and remove any obvious markings on their faces and bodies. Walk the route from the Heqing Marquis' Mansion to the mass grave on the outskirts of the city, and stuff these things into the bodies of the two."

As he spoke, he took out some jade pendants, sachets, purses, etc. from his sleeve pocket. These things were wrapped in two.

The aftermath of the incident on Zhang Yi, Cao Xing, and Zhu Shou's side went very smoothly. What remained was to appease the people behind Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde.

So the Jinyiwei had taken off the things from the two men and gave them to Zhou Lixuan.

"This one is for Zhou Lixuan, and this one is for Fan Songde. Remember this."

"Also, have someone monitor the mass grave. If anyone shows up, don't arrest them immediately. Follow them and see if you can find anything."

At this moment, the kind smile on Zhao Feng's face was completely gone, replaced by indifference and cruelty.

"I understand. I'll go and do my job first." The middle-aged man took the things respectfully, clasped his fists and bowed before leaving the alley.

Zhao Feng looked at his back.

A faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head, took a deep breath, and sighed softly: "Your Majesty's calculations... are really one after another. No matter who is in his hands, he can make them piss. Tsk tsk!"

After getting things done.

Zhao Feng then returned to the Jinyiwei Yamen, signed his name, and headed straight for the Imperial Prison. A cold and ruthless expression crossed his face. "Zhou Lixuan...Fan Songde...I want to see how hard you two can talk."

When he walked to the gate of the Jinyiwei Yamen.

He happened to meet a Jinyiwei rushing towards him. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the man he had sent out to investigate the "dead bald donkey" before.

Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Oh? It's only been a short while, and you've already got results?"

His expression was filled with strong curiosity.

It was already unusual for someone to be mentioned and scolded by his own master. Moreover, this matter also involved those two traitors who wanted to stir up trouble in Yingtian Prefecture... Zhao Feng couldn't figure out the connection no matter how hard he thought.

The Jinyiwei who was looking for information stopped in front of Zhao Feng.

He glanced around cautiously, confirming that no one was around, then clasped his fists and said, "Your Excellency, I was using the excuse of investigating a case to look up the list of monks in the Monastic Registration Office of the Ministry of Rites. There are so many monks in the world, and I thought it would take a lot of effort, but luckily, I found it after just two pages."

"Is he someone of status?" Zhao Feng immediately became more interested - for some lists, generally speaking, they are listed from important to unimportant, and the status of the person who can be found after flipping through a few pages cannot be too low.

The person in front of him nodded and reported truthfully, "Indeed, he has some status. He was the chief monk who followed His Royal Highness Prince Yan to Peking in the fifteenth year of the Hongwu reign."

"Your Highness the Prince of Yan... the chief monk...!"