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

"temple……"

Zhao Feng only repeated these two words, followed by a meaningful gasp.

It seemed like he really didn't have time to pay attention to the fact that he lost his target.

The Jinyiwei who responded felt relieved. However, even though the crisis was temporarily resolved, he was still puzzled and confused. "There's only a temple in the general direction of the disappearance, and we haven't found anything suspicious in the temple. Why is Lord Zhao so suspicious? What can this little information prove? What can we find out?"

Out of curiosity.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Feng secretly.

But he saw that the boss in front of him...had his eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face, and his hands on the desk were clenched into fists.

It seemed as if he was shocked by something.

However, his behavior confused the Jinyiwei below: "Such a big reaction? No way? I didn't say anything just now."

Of course he wouldn't know.

If it was just the fact that "a temple appeared in the area", it would certainly not mean anything, but Zhao Feng heard with his own ears that Zhu Yunhuan mentioned early on that this undercover incident was related to monks!

I even casually cursed him as "you bald ass".

For Zhao Feng, this information was undoubtedly a pointer.

It's vague, it lacks substantive evidence, and it doesn't explain anything—but the direction this information points to is exactly the conclusion Your Majesty casually mentioned! The conclusion reached without any evidence, confession, or supporting information!

In Zhao Feng's mind, he had gradually formed the concept that "Your Majesty's words must be absolutely correct."

But now, seeing that a conclusion that seems absurd intuitively is beginning to be confirmed by facts, I still can't help but feel shocked.

now.

When Zhao Feng heard the word "temple," his heart was filled with turbulent waves, unable to calm down at all.

"The mastermind behind this... is he really the bald ass your Majesty mentioned?"

"Is this matter really related to His Majesty the Prince of Yan!?"

"..."

His mind was filled with so many doubts and disbelief that he didn't even bother to investigate the crimes of his subordinates for their poor performance.

"Sir?" Seeing Zhao Feng's expression, the Jinyiwei standing before him, answering him, gritted his teeth and tentatively called out, "Could it be that Sir, you really have some plans based on this seemingly innocuous 'temple'?"

"Your Excellency truly has a sharp eye!"

"No wonder you are always able to serve His Majesty and become a popular figure beside His Majesty!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Zhao Feng did not show any anger, the Jinyiwei quickly clasped his fists and flattered Zhao Feng, trying to cover up the matter - although he had a reputation for incompetence, as long as things were making progress, he would not panic.

But he didn't expect that his flattery was not successful.

Because the boss sitting behind the desk just sneered at this and shook his head meaningfully: "Haha, you have such a sharp gaze, but I am nothing."

The Jinyiwei who replied was not sure whether it was his own illusion. He even detected a hint of self-mockery in his boss's expression.

Zhao Feng did have some self-deprecating intentions.

Because he knew very well that this was not his idea at all. If His Majesty had not mentioned it in advance, he would not have thought about the "temple" at all. And His Majesty did not even need such irrelevant clues to reach a conclusion!

Even though the conclusion has not been confirmed yet, Zhao Feng's intuition and subconsciousness feel that it is probably the correct conclusion.

He didn't dare to take such flattery upon himself.

The flattery seemed to have backfired. The Jinyiwei who replied showed a hint of nervousness and embarrassment on his face. He swallowed nervously and groaned inwardly, "What on earth is this Lord Zhao thinking? It's completely unpredictable!"