The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

Sheng Yixuan fell into a brief moment of thought, his eyes deep and focused. After a while, he slowly spoke, "That's enough. This evidence is sufficient. Zheng Ling, tomorrow at court, you must present this evidence to His Majesty and truthfully report the relevant circumstances."

Zheng Ling was still young, looking no more than twenty years old. He wore a dark robe, his black hair was neatly tied up with a silver crown, and his face was as fair as jade. He looked exactly like a frail scholar.

Upon hearing what Sheng Yixuan said, Zheng Ling appeared quite anxious, but he still forced himself to remain calm and asked in a steady tone, "Your Highness, we have worked hard for a long time to finally place me in the Ministry of Revenue. If we report this matter directly to the Emperor now, my identity will be exposed, and they will never trust me again."

This would make it even more difficult to place our personnel in the Ministry of Revenue in the future. Your Highness, are you really determined to do this?

Sheng Yixuan sat at the head of the table, took a sip of the hot tea on the table, glanced at the remaining tea, and asked, "Is this a top-quality pre-rain Longjing tea? The tea soup is clear and bright, with a lasting aroma. Accompanied by a faint floral fragrance, it lingers on the tip of the nose, with a long-lasting aftertaste. Taking a sip, it is truly fresh, mellow, and refreshing, with a quick aftertaste and a mouthful of saliva."

Upon hearing the Crown Prince change the subject, Zheng Ling sensed something was amiss and quickly knelt down, saying, "Your Highness is a prince, a descendant of the emperor. Your sudden arrival at my humble abode is an honor I would not dare to show any disrespect to. This is Longjing tea picked before Grain Rain this year. Tea leaves from that time, nourished by the spring rains, are at their best."

Sheng Yixuan stood up, took a few steps forward, helped Zheng Ling up from kneeling on the ground, patted Zheng Ling's shoulder and said, "I know your loyalty, but Zheng Ling, do you know that while we are sitting here drinking the best pre-rain Longjing tea, the disaster victims are not getting enough to eat at the resettlement points in various temples?"

Initially, the grain allocated by the Ministry of Revenue quickly reached the disaster victims, but subsequent supplies failed to arrive on time. Now, the victims are subsisting on rice water mixed with dirt and stones. In a few more days, they will have no rice left to eat, and even the five grains will be scarce.

But I was assassinated, and if someone hadn't rescued me in time, I might be a corpse now..."

Zheng Ling's face was full of anger and confusion: "What exactly do these people want to do? Do they really intend to deceive His Majesty the Emperor and start a massacre? The disaster victims are still outside the city. If they do this, aren't they afraid of triggering an even larger riot?"

Sheng Yixuan said with a gloomy face, "That's right, this should be their plan. Get rid of me, leave them leaderless, and then plant their own people in."

They attempted to deceive the Emperor, obstruct the flow of information, and then unleash a massacre. Prince Lu had cultivated influence within the Ministry of Revenue for many years, and his father had recently appointed him there to oversee disaster relief. If he failed to allocate sufficient funds and provisions in time, he would face severe punishment. Therefore, he chose the most extreme means to resolve the problem.

Then, Sheng Yixuan said in a heavy tone, "Each resettlement site is heavily guarded by the army. Prince Lu is likely prepared to sacrifice most of the disaster victims to save himself. Those women, children, and the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled will be the first victims. After all, they cannot resist and will not cause a riot. Therefore, they will inevitably be the first to be executed."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ling's gaze grew increasingly solemn, and he replied earnestly, "This matter is far too serious; the covert investigation must be put on hold for now. Although things may be difficult in the future, there will always be opportunities."

Your Highness, rest assured, I bear a heavy responsibility. The lives of countless disaster victims rest on my shoulders. I will go through fire and water without hesitation to accomplish this task.

Your Highness should not involve yourself in this matter; please leave everything to me.

Sheng Yixuan nodded and said, "Alright, then I will await your good news. My illness will improve once you deliver the money and provisions to the disaster victims. Well, this matter is settled, I will take my leave now. I await your good news..."

Zheng Ling then personally saw Sheng Yixuan out. He bowed respectfully, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Your Highness, please take care." Sheng Yixuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then turned and left. Zheng Ling stood at the door until Sheng Yixuan's figure disappeared from sight before slowly closing the door and returning to his bedroom.

Upon entering his bedroom, Zheng Ling did not rest. Instead, he immediately sat down at his desk, lit a candle, and began writing memorials throughout the night. He meticulously organized and analyzed the evidence he had collected, listing it systematically for better reporting to the court. Each piece of evidence was carefully selected and arranged to ensure nothing was omitted.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yixuan was walking alone on the road, his mind filled with many thoughts. Suddenly, he felt a metallic taste in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Lao Er, Sheng Yixuan's personal bodyguard, quickly took out a black silk handkerchief, helped Sheng Yixuan up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Lao Er hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, are you alright? Doctor Yin said you shouldn't use your internal energy..."

Sheng Yixuan took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a few pills, and after a moment said, "Let's go back to Fu'an Temple and wait for news."

Then, like ghosts, the group merged with the darkness and vanished into the endless blackness...

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At the beginning of the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), Ruhe was already by the bedside, massaging Yin Zijin's breasts.

Yin Zijing hummed softly in pleasure, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the tightness of her strapless bra.