The Regent's Tender Darling

When Zhaoren Hou thought of this, he couldn't help showing a trace of pity in his eyes, but it was only for a moment. He opened his mouth first and said, "Your Highness Prince An, please sit down."

Although he didn't know why Prince An came here, he was a guest, so he had to treat him with courtesy.

He also had a guess in his mind that Prince An was most likely here to borrow something. After all, everyone in the capital knew that Prince An was knowledgeable. Whether it was a collection of literature, history books or military books, Prince An had collected them.

He even went to Beppu to borrow books from his collection. He had a few military books that couldn't be bought outside. If Prince An wanted to borrow them, although he was reluctant, he felt it was understandable.

"What's the matter with your Highness Prince An?" Zhaoren Hou asked, pouring a cup of brewed tea and handing it to Prince An.

This tea was not a bad product, but Zhaoren Hou had never liked the tea ceremony and knew very little about it, so no matter what kind of tea it was, he would brew it directly with boiling water and drink it, and he didn't care about the taste.

Yan Xuan didn't seem to be disgusted. He took it and sipped it gently, commenting: "Good tea."

This surprised Marquis Zhaoren. What kind of tea can make these literati say it's good tea?

He remembered that this was tea he bought casually outside. He also took a sip and didn't think it was good or bad. It was really thirst-quenching.

"My Lord, I came here to tell you something." Yan Xuan's face calmed down a little. He was no longer as gentle and smiling as before, and his face was more solemn.

Marquis Zhaoren paused, then put down the teacup and looked at Prince An. This was probably to ask him to borrow a book.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the bookshelf where he kept his books, swayed his sleeves slightly, sat up straight and said, "Your Highness Prince An, please speak, I am all ears."

"I heard from my sister Princess Anguo that the matter of Miss Sun Rou has been widely circulated in the palace recently. This matter has alarmed the people of the Internal Guard Department. I believe that Your Majesty wants to investigate this matter thoroughly." Yan Xuan spoke slowly and calmly, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated.

While speaking, he observed the expression of Marquis Zhaoren, and even took in the slightest look.

As expected, Marquis Zhaoren couldn't sit still after hearing the word Sun Rou, and even wanted to stand up, but the steadiness that an old minister should have suppressed this impulse.

Suppressing the uneasy feeling in his heart, Marquis Zhaoren subconsciously reached out to grab the teacup to cover up his uneasy feeling. After taking a sip of tea to calm down, he said: "Oh? What can be found about this suicide by hanging?"

"This Miss Sun Rou died in the Marquis's mansion. I guess there is a big suspicion in the Marquis Zhaoren's mansion at this time." Yan Xuan continued to speak, but his tone did not reveal his emotions.

Perhaps he was irritated by this sentence. Marquis Zhaoren put down the teacup and snorted: "Could it be that I strangled her to death? These coroners are getting more and more incompetent. They can't even tell the difference between strangulation and hanging?"

"This Miss Sun Rou was naturally hanged to death, but..." Yan Xuan stopped here and didn't mean to continue talking, as if he was teasing Marquis Zhaoren's appetite.

However, Marquis Zhaoren also fell for this, and he immediately became nervous and asked, "Just what?"

"My Lord, Miss Sun Rou did not commit suicide. She left a letter before coming to the Marquis's Mansion. I know that you did this to save the reputation of the Marquis's Mansion, but it is indeed inappropriate to do so."

The implication of this statement is that Sun Rou was killed by Marquis Zhaoren, and the attitude of Prince An seems to have confirmed it.