Chu Heng did not say much, lifted his foot and left the palace. On the way, he encountered Pri Minister Zhong and Huo Zhengming, both heading to see the Emperor.
Seeing them, Chu Heng proactively stepped forward to greet them: "Greetings, Elder Zhong, Master."
"Zi Qiu, what’s this?" Huo Zhengming noticed the wound on his forehead, his eyelids twitched with so concern and a bit of speculation.
"It’s nothing." Chu Heng lightly shook his head, not intending to say more.
But Elder Zhong had evidently heard so rumors too. He looked at him, asking after a pause: "Lord Chu, did you see the Emperor before leaving the palace?"
"...Yes." This ti, Chu Heng did not deny it.
The two understood well what had happened.
Elder Zhong furrowed his brows, feeling sowhat anxious, and imdiately lifted his foot to leave.
Huo Zhengming looked at Chu Heng’s wound, advising: "Zi Qiu, apply the ointnt when you get back, you’ll heal quickly. You’re just too stubborn, don’t be so bold next ti, understand?"
"Yes, Master." Chu Heng nodded, neither retorting nor persuading Elder Zhong.
Elder Zhong was anxious to see the Emperor. Huo Zhengming was also worried that the Emperor might fall further into indulgence in beauty, said a few words, then hurriedly left.
He watched them leave.
In Chu Heng’s eyes, there was no longer the disguised gloom from before; a glint of contemplation flashed in his dark eyes, then he turned and left with large strides.
Ye Muyu heard in the afternoon that Xiao Tianhao had been demoted, Chu Heng was struck during the royal audience, and Elder Zhong went in with a pale face and ca out with a furious red face, supported by Huo Zhengming.
"My lady, the ointnt is ready. I shall arrange for soone to deliver it to the master."
Su i saw Ye Muyu pacing back and forth in the room, still pondering if anything was missing. Glancing at the basket of items, she decisively reminded her.
Ye Muyu asked again for confirmation: "Nothing missing?"
"My lady, everything is prepared, nothing is missing," Su i affird.
She knew Ye Muyu’s anxiety stemd from worry.
"Alright, you go arrange it."
Ye Muyu wasn’t very worried sothing would happen to Chu Heng, just distressed for him. Over the years, everything Chu Heng did was for the imperial court, the people, the Emperor.
At least, in terms of official duties, Chu Heng hasn’t wronged anyone.
Emperor Xuanming was usually quite rational; why has his mood been so unstable recently?
Ye Muyu had to think more, considering the Gu technique from the Southern Border.
She had thought that no matter how powerful Deng Jieyu was, using Gu insects would surely leave traces; after seeing the doctor, at least there should be so evidence found.
However, according to Chu Heng, despite nurous imperial physicians examining the bodies of the Palace Attendants involved in previous cases, they could not find any clues.
Even the Young Prince’s poor health could be checked and be related to the Gu insect.
Could there be so unknown force collaborating with Deng Jieyu?
Ye Muyu spent so ti playing with Nuanbao but felt no cheer.
Finally, until the servants Su i arranged returned to inform her that Chu Heng’s injuries were not severe, she sighed in relief.
"My lady, rest assured, the master’s injury is just swollen and not broken skin. He’ll heal in a few days," Su i fanned her and gently consoled.
"Truly an undeserved misfortune." Ye Muyu pursed her lips, voicing her complaint quietly, only for herself to hear.
Who knows if the Imperial Guard monitoring the officials is around at ho?
"Did he have lunch?"
Su i was prepared: "I asked soone; the master had lunch at the yan."
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