General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

"Cough cough."

Seeing the two people beside him running further and further off course, Chen Chengwu finally couldn't help but speak up to remind them.

"General Zhenguo, shall we go and look at the evidence in the corruption case?"

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That third prince is really inexplicable.

Every time he saw her, he had a deep, hesitant look on his face, which made Jiang Qiqi feel very awkward.

But she didn't have the original owner's memories, nor did she know if they had met before.

However, judging from the Third Prince's behavior, this is probably the case.

Perhaps there was a connection between them.

She decided to ask Xiang'er discreetly.

In the courtyard outside, Lin'er was swinging a sledgehammer, and Xiang'er was learning to swing a sledgehammer from Lin'er.

Because of the last time they encountered assassins, Lin'er was able to fight with her big hammer, while she could only run away with her mistress.

This deeply upset Xiang'er.

If she can't even protect her mistress, what kind of maid is she!

So after returning home, Xiang'er made up her mind to learn martial arts.

Unfortunately, she is different from Lin'er. Lin'er is naturally strong, with her defense and health points all maxed out. She can be described as a chosen martial arts prodigy.

As for Xiang'er... she's been practicing for two days, but she's still stuck at the basic horse stance, and she even trembles when she does it.

......

"Xiang'er," Jiang Qiqi saw her squatting there, her legs trembling as if she were sending a telegram.

"Stop practicing for now, I have some questions for you."

Xiang'er moved step by step to the opposite side of Jiang Qiqi and continued to practice her horse stance.

"Miss, just tell me, what is it?"

"..."

"What do you think of the Third Prince?" Jiang Qiqi asked.

"How is it? Not good at all." Xiang'er scoffed. "Miss, you saved his life, but he has never helped us, and he hasn't even said a word of thanks to you."

“I… I didn’t save him for anything in return,” Jiang Qiqi continued, picking up where Xiang’er left off.

"Miss, you always say that!"

If you mention this fragrance, I won't feel tired anymore!

“Back then, Miss, you almost lost your life to save him! It was such a cold day, and you were already weak, but you still jumped into the frozen pool to save him. In the end, he was fine, but you came back with a high fever that wouldn’t go down for seven whole days. You were delirious from the fever and couldn’t remember anything. It almost drove me and the wet nurse crazy.”

“The master refused to find a doctor for you, so the wet nurse held you and used her body to keep you warm. I washed my handkerchief with cold water and placed it on your forehead, changing it every fifteen minutes.”

Even now, when Xiang'er talks about what happened back then, her eyes still redden with lingering fear.

If anything were to happen to the young lady, she wouldn't want to live either.

That makes sense.

It seems the original female lead saved the Third Prince, but something went wrong, leading the Third Prince to believe she was dead for years, until he saw her at the spring banquet that day...

"Xiang'er," Jiang Qiqi walked over and gently hugged her, "Don't be sad, it's all over now."

Xiang'er tilted her head back, forcing back her tears: "I'm not sad at all! Miss, our hard times are over, and the future will only get better."

Yes, the future will be better and better.

......

"Xiang'er, please send a letter to the Prime Minister's residence, inviting Lü Shuyi to the General's residence for a gathering tomorrow."

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In the study of the general's mansion.

Chen Chengwu and Chen Chengfeng looked at the large box that was completely filled with letters.

Flax was stunned.

"General, how can there be so many!" Chen Chengfeng asked.

Are these all evidence?

So many letters, how much stuff must have been written!

Chen Chengwu thought so too.

With so much evidence, there's no way the third brother can escape!

Not so.

Shen Luo explained, "Your Highness, these are all the letters I found when I searched the Cui family's property. It would be too troublesome to open them one by one, but if I didn't open them, I would miss some clues, so I just put them all back."

The other two: "..."

No wonder Shen Luo said he hadn't finished reading it yet.

As if he had anticipated this situation, Shen Luo asked again.

"Your Highnesses, are you sure you want to see this?"

"Look!" Chen Chengwu said resolutely.

We absolutely cannot just hand everything over to the Ministry of Justice without any clear explanation.

"Look!" Chen Chengfeng gritted his teeth.

We must not give the second-in-command a chance to gain the upper hand.

He picked up a letter and began reading.

Not to be outdone, Chen Chengwu also produced a letter.

Seeing how persistent the two were, Shen Luo stopped trying to persuade them, but he didn't want to read those useless letters.

As for why it's useless...

Chen Chengfeng felt something was wrong as soon as he started reading.

"My beloved Cui: It is as if we are face to face upon seeing this letter. I have missed you dearly these past few days. Your dashing figure as you gave me the money the other day remains vivid in my mind. My longing for you is like..."

...Why are there love letters too!

In contrast, Chen Chengwu was luckier; at least he received a letter written by Wang Liang to Cui Zhi.

However, being cured is essentially the same as not being cured at all.

The letter contained only two words:

"Money Comes"

Fun fact: the recipient of the letter was Cui Zhi, not the turtle in the wishing well.

......

Next letter, next letter.

......

The two of them opened and read the envelopes one by one, their faces changing from red to green like a palette of colors.

Moreover, they not only had to read the letters, but also keep an eye on everything happening around them.

They were afraid of not seeing what subtle actions the other person might take.

"Third brother, what are you going to do?" Chen Chengfeng asked immediately as soon as he stood up.

"...I'm going out for a bit."

Chen Chengwu lowered his eyes and looked at the letter he had just finished reading: "Oh~ how long does it take?"

Did they see some important clue and prepare to make arrangements in advance?

Chen Chengfeng just wanted to go to the restroom, but when he heard him ask that question... did he want to do something while he was out?

He immediately sat down again: "I'm not going."

He's young and has healthy kidneys!

......

Soon, Chen Chengwu found out what Chen Chengfeng had been up to.

But how could he leave first when the other person was still sitting there?

So he ignored that feeling and continued watching.

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Perhaps all members of the royal family possess a tenacity that will not give up until they achieve their goal.

High emotional intelligence: perseverance.

Low emotional intelligence: stubborn.

The two of them watched from morning till afternoon, from dawn till dusk, until nightfall.

It didn't budge an inch.

Jiang Qiqi came to find Shen Luo and asked him if he wanted to have dinner together.

Upon opening the door, one finds letters scattered all over the floor of the study, and two princes sitting on the floor in a completely unseemly manner, their faces flushed and pale.

"...What's going on?" Jiang Qiqi mouthed to Shen Luo.

A rare, amused smile appeared on Shen Luo's face as he mouthed, "I was holding it in."

Jiang Qiqi: "?"

"That's it for today."

The first kidney function contest at the General's Mansion ended with the Third Prince surrendering first.

No, the second prince already has a princess and a child about to be born, while he has nothing yet.

We must keep this kidney; it will be very useful!

Chen Chengwu had already gotten up and rushed out the door the moment Chen Chengfeng said those words!

Chen Chengfeng paused for a moment, then followed suit.