Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The servant bowed respectfully and replied, "My Lord, I went to the guards' quarters to ask, and it was not one of our people who did it."

Zuo Chengyu crossed his arms and muttered thoughtfully: "That's really weird."

The servant nodded: "Indeed, with the guards of our prime minister's residence, even if a mosquito flew in, there would be a sound, not to mention an assassin. Could it be that the thief is crying thief?"

Hearing what the servant said, Zuo Chengyu seemed to catch something strange in his mind, but he thought about it for a while and shook his head.

"With Feng Zhanye's skills, he is not capable of killing someone so easily. This method is more like that of a person who is proficient in martial arts."

The servant was a little hesitant: "But didn't you say that he is not as weak as he looks? Why do I feel that he is just pretending to ask for help this time?"

There was a hint of darkness in Zuo Chengyu's eyes, and he probably knew where that strangeness came from.

"Of course I know he is pretending. I have sent assassins so many times, but have you ever seen him ask me for help to save his life? I just don't know why he suddenly did this. However, this reminds me of... someone around him."

Just as I was thinking about it, a majestic voice came from outside the door.

"How is this going?"

Zuo Fuhong stood not far away, glanced at the government troops in the courtyard, and his eyes rested on Aunt Qiruo's body.

The palace soldier knelt down and reported: "Lord Zuo Xiang, Aunt Qiruo was killed, and there may be assassins sneaking into the palace."

Zuo Fuhong didn't say anything. He turned around and walked over slowly. He stared at the corpse carefully for a moment and walked into the study.

"Father." Zuo Chengyu respectfully invited Zuo Fuhong to the seat of honor and told him what had just happened.

Zuo Fuhong leaned on the armrest at his side, tapped his fingers on the carved chair, hesitated for a moment, and stood up.

"Cheng Yu, is Zhan Ye here with you now?"

Zuo Chengyu's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly suppressed it and nodded his head to answer, "He was slightly injured and is bandaging his wound in the inner room."

"Well, you stay here, I'll go see him." Zuo Fuhong stood up and walked towards the inner room.

In the inner room, Feng Zhanye sat alone on a stool. His neck had been carefully bandaged, with faint bloodstains on the gauze.

He still felt a sense of unreality that he had killed someone just like that, and his hands resting on his legs were still shaking slightly.

He tried his best to calm his nervousness, knowing that there might be more drama to come later, and he must not reveal his true colors when facing the father and son.

Hearing footsteps coming from outside, Feng Zhanye closed his eyes, forced himself to be alert, and looked towards the door.

When Zuo Fuhong walked in, he saw him biting his lips with an uneasy look on his face.

"teacher."

Feng Zhanye stood up and bowed, but was held down by Zuo Fuhong. The middle-aged man pulled him to sit down, with some concern on his face.

"When I just came in, I heard Cheng Yu say that you were attacked by an assassin. Are you seriously injured?"

Feng Zhanye shook his head and lowered his eyes obediently: "Thank you for your concern, teacher. It's just a little skin breakage, nothing serious."

"That's good." Zuo Fuhong stared at him, paused for a moment, and then said with a half-smile, "It's worth my cultivation of you during this period. Now you have made a lot of progress. In fact, if you make the master unhappy, it's not a big deal to kill a few servants, don't you think?"

There seemed to be some other hidden meaning in these words. Feng Zhanye didn't dare to think about it and could only nod obediently. Those old eyes seemed to see through him, making him feel a chill down his spine.

Seeing his reaction, Zuo Fuhong smiled more confidently: "Qiruo is also an old man in the hospital. He has seen many such scenes and naturally knows a lot. You must hide the injury on your wrist."

Feng Zhanye was stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and saw two bright red scratches on his wrists, which were obviously left accidentally when he killed someone.

Because I was too busy to pay attention and didn't feel the pain, and my sleeves were blocking my view, he brought me here so brazenly.

No wonder Zuo Fuhong wanted to help him just now, it was probably because he happened to see it at that time.

His heart trembled and cold sweat instantly covered his entire back. He looked at Zuo Fuhong's expression and felt that his smile became more and more malicious.

"Don't be nervous. I told you, he's just a servant. It's nothing important. But, Zhanye, you've been in my mansion for a year now. It's time to fulfill your promise to me."

The atmosphere became increasingly depressing. Zuo Fuhong stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and closed the last ventilation window in the inner room.

"Recently, a war report came to the court. According to it, the Northern Desert, which had been silent for many years, suddenly invaded half a month ago. The Northern Desert army came with great force. Now the northern border city of Zhaoyu has almost completely fallen."

"I have different views from Marquis Guang'an. As the General Guarding the North, he naturally advocates sending troops to fight and leading a group of court officials. However, the Northern Desert Army is brave and good at fighting, and is very familiar with the terrain. In this way, more cities than Zhaoyu will fall. Your Majesty hopes that Marquis Guang'an will retract his views. Zhan Ye, I still need your help in this matter."

This matter was obviously of great importance. Feng Zhanye did not understand how a discarded child like him could intervene. He hesitated and shook his head, "Teacher, you know that I was driven out of the palace by my father a long time ago. I have no right to ask about the affairs of the court, let alone be of any help."

Zuo Fuhong seemed a little dissatisfied with his reaction and patted him on the back: "I haven't told you what I need you to do yet, why are you backing out? I'm afraid you weren't like this just now, were you?"

Zuo Fuhong was threatening him, and Feng Zhanye knew that he had to help.

He clenched his palms, then spread them loosely, nodded and said, "Thank you for your care this year, Sensei. I will do my best."

"That's right." Zuo Fuhong showed a satisfied smile on his old face and patted his shoulder gently.

"Don't worry. This is just a simple matter for you. I have already caught him embezzling military pay. In a few days, when your injury is better, I will use the wedding ceremony in Chengyu to host a banquet for Marquis Guang'an and several ministers in charge of the war and their families. You only need to take his legitimate son away at the banquet."

The noisy sound of cicadas disappeared completely on this late summer night, and the candlelight in the study in the north courtyard was not extinguished until an hour later.

As promised, Gu Qingzhi returned the things that Old Man Qin wanted to Changyi Casino, and then went back to the villa to change her clothes.

When she saw the empty back hall, she couldn't help feeling a little strange.

After searching everywhere for Feng Zhanye in vain, Gu Qingzhi opened the small door of the villa and was about to go to the main residence when she saw the young man walking towards her in a daze with his eyes downcast.

"Aye, where have you been? Why are you so late..."

The bloodstains that caught her eye interrupted what she was about to say. A bad premonition surged in her heart, and she hurriedly pulled him into the courtyard and closed the door.

"Where...have you been?"

Before she could say anything else, the young man in front of her smiled tiredly and spread his hands towards her, as if showing the bloodstains on his body.

"Sister Azhi, I used the method you taught me."