After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Within three days, if Abao can find out the connection between Chu He Restaurant and the theft of Johor tribute.

Xuanyuan Fengran admitted defeat and gave her something.

However, at this moment, what Abao cares more about is——

A Bao turned and stared at Xuanyuan Fengran.

He was so close, but she couldn't read the emotions deep in his dark eyes.

"When did the Emperor's uncle know that there was something fishy going on at Chuhe Restaurant?"

"If he had known long ago that Chuhe Restaurant was involved with Buxianxian, why did the emperor's uncle allow Xin Niang to sell Buxianxian?"

A Bao's expression gradually became nervous and he kept asking questions.

Xuanyuan Fengran naturally understood Abao's concerns. If he knew about it early on but did nothing, what was the difference between him and an accomplice?

Seeing that the little girl in front of him was nervous, Xuanyuan Fengran had to explain patiently.

In fact, he had been secretly investigating Buxianxian's origins, but he had never found anything.

Until the Johor tribute was stolen.

This involved the thief Lei Gong, whom he had been tracking earlier.

After that, they followed the clues and traced them all the way to the Chuhe Restaurant.

"But without Xianxian's clue, it only leads to Xin Niang."

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes gradually turned cold, "Meng Po Po, who sells Bu Xian Xian in the Netherworld, has a mysterious whereabouts. She has thirteen burrows and is even harder to catch than Xin Niang."

"But there is no rush."

Changing the subject, Xuanyuan Fengran raised his hand, put his arm around Abao's shoulders, and led her forward.

"For now, go over and take a look."

A Bao was confused, but he still walked to the desk and opened the secret scroll.

The secret scroll sealed with copper buttons and wax turned out to be a list.

A Bao looked carefully to the end and found a map between the imperial capital and Qingzhou.

The straight road drawn on the map was not any official road she knew, but a series of inns connected by rural villages and deep mountains and forests.

Judging from this map, this shortcut from the inn saves more time than the official road.

As if enlightened, A Bao suddenly realized: "Holly Milk Dates!"

Holly milk dates are produced in Qingzhou. Every year, the holly milk dates shipped to the imperial capital would rot due to the long journey. Therefore, in the imperial capital, the milk dates are priceless.

A Bao remembered that on New Year's Eve last year, Xie Wuai saw a whole box of milk dates at her place, and he wondered who could be so generous.

At that time, Abao didn't investigate further.

But now, she saw the secret scroll sealed with copper clasp and wax.

And she knew the shortcut to the inn in the secret scroll.

"Uncle, you sent that box of milk dates to the imperial capital using this shortcut."

However, A Bao still had a trace of doubt and confusion, "Uncle, are you going to give me such an important shortcut?"

Xuanyuan Fengran gently pinched Abao's face and said in a hoarse voice: "One more step."

"Which step?"

"If you want all the black unicorns listed in the scroll to obey you, the scroll must be sealed."

"What seal?"

Although the question was asked blurtly, Abao reacted as soon as the words fell.

Ah Bao pulled out the jade whistle hanging on a silver chain from her collar, "Uncle, you once told me that this is your private seal."

In the smooth white jade, the dark gold color is still slowly moving.

Xuanyuan Fengran said nothing, but silently took off the jade whistle that Abao was holding in his hand.

He held both ends of the jade whistle and turned it, and the whistle broke in the middle, revealing the cross-section seal in the middle of the whistle.

It was the ancient Chinese character for phoenix.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fengran hugged Abao from behind and held her hand.

A Bao raised his eyes in Xuanyuan Fengran's arms and looked at him quietly.

They were so close that their breaths were entangled.