My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Chapter 118 Miss, Master Fu is coming tomorrow

Fu Shiyan turned back to his desk, staring at the badge in his hand and fell into deep thought, wondering if he was intentionally framing the Prime Minister's Mansion or if he was originally a member of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

What is the real intention of the mastermind behind this?

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door from his eldest brother Fu Shichen: "Second brother, I'm coming in."

Fu Shiyan responded and stood up to greet his elder brother. His elder brother approached him, looked him up and down with a worried look, and said, "I just returned to the mansion and saw Fu Feng hurriedly walking out. I just found out that there was an assassin in the mansion. Are you okay?"

Fu Shiyan patted his elder brother's shoulder, his expression no longer as cold as before, but a little more gentle. He shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, thank you for your concern." Then, he handed the badge in his hand to his elder brother, "Brother, do you recognize this badge?"

The eldest brother took the badge and examined it carefully. Looking at the patterns, designs and workmanship on it, he knew it had a long history.

When he saw the word "Shen" engraved on the back, his heart tightened and he said, "The only person with the surname Shen in the court is the Left Prime Minister. However, we don't have any solid evidence yet, so we can't act rashly to avoid alerting the enemy."

After listening to his elder brother's words, Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and walked to the window, his eyes fixed on the plum tree outside the window that was bent by the snow.

He said softly, "Unfortunately, I didn't get any valuable information from the assassin today."

Then he said, "However, since the person behind this wants to take our lives, we might as well take advantage of their strategy and follow the clues to get to the bottom of it." A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that he had already thought of a countermeasure.

After hearing this, the eldest brother nodded, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and said: "The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, be careful in everything, and I will also pay more attention in the palace."

The two brothers looked at each other, and they both understood each other's concerns. Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and said that he would act cautiously.

The two talked for a while before the eldest brother slowly stood up and left.

Fu Shiyan stood there silently, following his elder brother's increasingly thin back, feeling bitter in his heart.

Fu Shiyan shouted to the outside of the door: "Fu Feng!"

A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Fu Feng walked in solemnly. He had just dealt with the assassin's body, and there was still a hint of blood on his body.

Fu Feng stood respectfully aside, waiting for his master's instructions.

Fu Shiyan ordered in a low voice: "The people who are hiding in the Prime Minister's Mansion should be replaced by a smart one, and the guards of the mansion should be strengthened, especially the courtyards of the eldest son and the young lady."

Upon hearing the order, Fu Feng immediately bowed and said, "I obey your command." After that, he turned around and left the room in a hurry, as if he was afraid to waste a moment.

Fu Shiyan sat at the desk, staring at the secret scroll in his hand, frowning slightly, and fell into deep thought. He carefully pondered the information in the secret scroll, playing with the Shen Mansion's waist badge in his hand. He asked someone to call Zhang Bo and instructed, "Zhang Bo, deliver the visiting card to the Prime Minister's Mansion, prepare some more gifts, and visit the Prime Minister's Mansion the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Bo's brows furrowed with joy when he heard this, and he quickly agreed, "Yes, sir."

After receiving the order and leaving, Zhang Bo walked away from the gatehouse, unable to hide the look of relief on his face. He thought that the young master had finally come to his senses and should marry Miss Huaying home as soon as possible. As an old servant, he might even be able to see the birth of the baby.

As he walked, he was thinking about which gift from the warehouse would be appropriate to give to the man, one that would express his thoughts without appearing too ostentatious.

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds into the courtyard of Molan Pavilion.

Qingzhu was concentrating on tending to the flower trees that were bent by the snow, when he suddenly heard a burst of brisk footsteps. Looking up, he saw Qinghe trotting towards the second floor, and his impetuous appearance aroused curiosity.

Her skirt flew up as she ran, splashing a lot of snow water.

Qingzhu couldn't help but laugh and joked: "Qinghe, run slower and be careful! If the lady sees you like this, she will definitely say something to you."

Qinghe stopped when she heard that, turned around and smiled sweetly at Qingzhu, then slowed down and walked slowly towards the young lady's room.

The young lady has always paid attention to her manners and rules, and would not dare to be as rash as she was just now.

At this time, Huaying was practicing calligraphy in the room. She was wearing a lotus-colored brocade jacket with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur around the collar, which made her little face look even more beautiful.

When Qing He gently pushed open the door, she saw the young lady didn't even raise her head, but continued to hold the brush, writing stroke by stroke, with a focused and serious expression, "What are you doing here in such a hurry?"

Qing He looked at the young lady seriously and said, "Young lady, Qing He came here slowly."

Huaying finally put down the pen after writing the last word, raised her head, and said with a smile, "Your breathing has betrayed you. Tell me why you are so flustered?"

Qing He looked at the young lady with admiration, touched her hair shyly, and said softly, "Madam sent someone to deliver the New Year's gift, and the young lady also sent some cloth for the young lady to make New Year's clothes. I have already put it in the warehouse."

Huaying nodded slightly after hearing this, and while checking her own writing, she said, "Well... I'll send some supplements and jewelry to my sister-in-law in a few days, and I'll also go to the street to buy some sketchbooks. I guess my sister-in-law has finished reading the ones I sent her last time."

Qing He bowed and accepted the offer, then said, "Miss, I heard that Master Fu will come to our house tomorrow."

Huaying smiled and said, "Oh? Is this what made you rush over here?"

Qing He said seriously, "Of course, Mr. Fu is a humble man, rich and knowledgeable. Not long after he came to Beijing, many young ladies from official families fell in love with him. But it is obvious that my young lady is the most suitable for Mr. Fu."