Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Ye Mo took the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The tea tastes mild, with a hint of bitterness and a hint of chrysanthemum fragrance.

Her image flashed before his eyes. Every time night fell, she would fall asleep involuntarily.

In the psychedelic forest, because of her physical condition, she encountered danger several times and almost lost her life.

All this was caused by the poisonous bowl made by Mo Daoxi.

His hand tightened the teacup inch by inch, frightening Wu Xiaowen who was standing beside him and warning him, "Your Highness, the teacup is about to break. It's not good if the tea spills on you."

The chrysanthemum tea stains fell on the clothes, yellow in color, just like urine.

He gave him a cold glance and put the teacup heavily on the low table.

At the same time, Zhuifeng hurried over and approached the carriage, his voice full of excitement: "Your Highness, Mo Daoxi has confessed."

Zhuifeng lowered his voice, "During the great battle on the border six years ago, someone in the capital passed on a letter of denunciation. The Huanyue Nation's commander-in-chief knew our deployment and battle plan in advance, which is why he set up this trap in secret."

Six years ago, the border war was so brutal.

Ye Mo led 50,000 soldiers to confront the 100,000 soldiers of the Huanyue Kingdom. A war where the minority faced the majority was already tense and difficult.

Who would have thought that the enemy would discover the defense map and battle plan. After a fierce battle among 50,000 soldiers, the remaining 30,000 were surrounded.

At the critical moment, Uncle De brought a letter from the capital, and Ye Mo finally knew why he lost.

When everyone was in despair, he lured the enemy alone and helped the soldiers break through the siege. In the end, he was seriously injured and fell off a cliff. He drifted all the way to a psychedelic forest and disappeared.

Everyone thought he was dead.

Wu Xiaowen refused to believe in evil, so he led a few people into the psychedelic forest and searched for half a year.

When he found him, Mr. Wu Xiaowen almost broke down.

Tragic, too tragic.

The dignified His Majesty Prince Qi, that high and mighty man, who was disfigured, lame, blind, lacked internal strength, and lived a life of drinking blood and eating raw meat, was miraculously still alive.

He took him back, and the poison in his body took effect, and he fell into a coma for five days and five nights.

After he woke up, he regrouped and a year later, he led his troops to attack Huanyue Kingdom again.

This time, he directly destroyed the Huanyue Kingdom and forced it to surrender.

It was also from that day that he began to look for the young master who had saved him in the psychedelic forest.

I enjoyed it so much that I searched for it for five years.

Wu Xiaowen digested his thoughts and knew that this matter was of great importance. "When the incident happened, Mo Daoxi had already been expelled from the royal family. Is his information reliable?"

Ye Mo clenched his hands on his knees slowly, "He is a member of the royal family, there must be a way for him to get information."

Wu Xiaowen rubbed his hands nervously, his expression serious: "Who wrote the letter of denunciation back then?"

Among the current emperor, there are only a few people in the former court and the harem who have access to such confidential documents.

They checked one by one and found no one with any flaws, so the matter remained unsolved.

The informer hiding in the shadows, the mysterious letter writer, the vanishing beggar delivering letters, who are these people? For so many years, these are the answers they have been seeking.

"Keep investigating!" Ye Mo ordered coldly, "Eunuchs, palace maids, even those favored concubines, don't let any of them go."

"Yes!"

The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing.

Wu Xiaowen hurriedly poured another cup of tea and laughed as he drank: "Your Highness, Uncle De has already arrived in Beijing. I arranged for him to go to the Bi Cang Auction House to help Jie Yousheng handle affairs."

At the beginning, the little beggar delivered the letter to Changsheng Shop near the border. The shopkeeper Uncle De saw the importance of the letter and risked his life to deliver the letter to His Highness personally, thus resolving the crisis at the border.

While delivering the letter, he injured his leg and became disabled.

Over the years, His Highness has always taken good care of him, especially this year. As he is old and the border is cold and bitter, he had him brought to the capital to be taken care of.

Uncle De has no children and cannot sit still, so he wants to work. Wu Xiaowen takes advantage of the situation and sends him to the Bi Cang Auction House.

"It's okay to let Uncle De help watch over it." Ye Mo took a sip of tea and said.

Xie Yousheng does have a business mind, is a smooth person, and is good at managing affairs, but he is still young after all.

In the capital, if a person wants to accomplish something, it is not enough to rely on these alone. The complex network of personal relationships is even more important.

On the surface, Uncle De was once the owner of Changsheng Shop and had accumulated a lot of connections. It would be safer for him to handle some things.

Most of the assets of the Bi Cang Auction House belong to that girl. If they lose money, she will probably cry.

Ye Mo was just thinking when the carriage was moving slower and slower. He lifted the curtain and looked out. A group of people had gathered in front of the gate of the Su Mansion, blocking most of the road.

"Go and see!"

Zhuifeng jumped off the shaft of the cart to check and came back after a while.

"Your Highness, someone stopped the Su Mansion's carriage and demanded money. Lord Su was furious and had the man beaten with sticks."

Ye Mo frowned.

In the field of vision, two servants dragged an injured woman to the side of the road, threw her to the ground, and threatened her fiercely: "Where did you come from, wild woman? If you don't want to die, shut up."

"Yes, don't you see who you bumped into? That's Lord Su, the Minister of Rites. You're asking for your life."

The woman struggled to get up from the ground, her face bruised and black, but she still refused to give up and said, "Go back and tell Aunt Liu that if she avoids me and continues to treat me like this, then we will both die together."

"Bah!" The two guards spat and left in disdain.

"Madam Liu, if you are heartless, don't blame me for being ungrateful." The old woman was still about to yell, but a maid came forward stealthily, stuffed a silver ingot into her hand, and whispered a few words.

The old woman was suspicious, so she put the silver in her pocket, staggered to her feet, and walked away dragging her injured leg.

"Send someone to follow!" Ye Mo ordered coldly.

Wu Xiaowen on the side laughed dumbly, "Your Highness, why are you so concerned about the affairs of Concubine Liu in the Su Mansion?"

Ye Mo glanced at him coldly, and he was so scared that he immediately fell silent.

Feeling unlucky, Wu Xiaowen quickly changed the subject, "Yesterday, the doctor from Huichuntang went to the Su Mansion for a consultation. He heard that Lord Su's leg injury has worsened, so he's in a hurry to go out. He must be going to the Bicang Auction House to buy the Guben Ointment."

"Let's go to the Bi Cang Auction House too." Ye Mo leaned back on the couch, sipped his tea, his eyes deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

In a moment, the green-tent carriage stopped at the unique side door of the Bi Cang Auction House. Wu Xiaowen was the first to lift the curtain and jump out of the carriage, followed closely by Ye Mo.

"Your Highness, you are here." At the side door, an old man with white hair and beard stood properly, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes when he looked up.

"Uncle De, how are you these days?" Ye Mo has always been cold and it's rare for him to be so kind to others.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Uncle De nodded and said, "It is my honor to serve Your Highness."

"Hmm!" he responded softly.

Uncle De stepped aside and made way, "Your Highness, please come in."

Several people entered from the side one after another, walked through the corridor, climbed up the exclusive staircase, and turned to go to the private room upstairs.