"Go, investigate the lifestyle of Shi Jian at Prince Xuan’s Mansion thoroughly."
Yao’Er ordered.
Ordinary people in Prince Xuan’s Mansion probably don’t have contact with Prince Xuan, and only Shi Jian has the chance.
After all, he’s the Chief Steward of Prince Xuan’s Mansion. If even he can’t see Prince Xuan, that would be absurd.
"Yes, I’ll handle it imdiately."
Although Wanyu said this on the surface, inwardly he felt truly bitter.
This Shi Jian is also elusive, often staying within Prince Xuan’s Mansion, not coming out. Even if he leaves, it’s unknown which way he takes.
Moreover, he has dozens of hos in Moran City.
No one knows which ho he returns to!
It’s indeed quite a headache.
But facing Yao’Er’s orders, he didn’t dare utter a single word of nonsense, or else it wouldn’t just be a spiritual power pulling him so simply.
"You may leave."
"Yes!"
After respectfully saluting her, Wanyu then left the room, but didn’t imdiately leave the Lanting Inn.
It was two hours later before he finally left.
By the ti he returned to the pharmacy, it was nearly dark.
"Old Wan, why are you just returning now? My wife cooked quite a lot of delicious food, waiting for you. Co on over."
As he said this, Old Zhang ca out from the blacksmith shop, pulling Wanyu towards his place.
"Old Zhang... I’m not feeling well today, so I won’t drink."
Wanyu felt very irritable inside.
A master of the Dao Realm being almost pulled to the ground by a Third Grade blacksmith. To hide his identity, he couldn’t exert himself, truly helpless.
If those Shadow Guards knew about this, they would probably laugh at him.
"Oh... sorry, I usually get in the habit of forging, I forgot about your small build."
Old Zhang laughed heartily, rubbing his own head with his calloused big hand, feeling a bit awkward.
Wanyu pretended to steady himself, "It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s kind of funny actually, I’m the one running a pharmacy, and yet I have such poor health."
"But I’m really feeling unwell today, so no drinking."
He really didn’t feel like drinking now.
This Shi Jian issue still had no idea how to tackle it.
Watching Prince Xuan’s Mansion?
That’s unrealistic!
After that incident, the array at Prince Xuan’s Mansion constantly sweeps its 10,000-ter or less range.
Any minor disturbance gets detected.
Monitoring from beyond 10 kiloters? That’s a joke!
"Did you run into so trouble? That look on your face!"
"Tell , Old Zhang has been muddling through Moran City for decades, has so connections. I even know a few of those lords in the Three Judicial Departnts."
"As long as it’s not a big deal, Old Zhang will definitely sort it out for you."
As he spoke, he firmly slapped his chest, seemingly proving his capability.
"This..."
Wanyu hesitated imdiately, his brain spinning rapidly.
"Alright, then I’ll drink a cup with the old brother."
"That’s more like it!"
Old Zhang patted his shoulder, "If you have any difficulties, speak up. You’ve been here for a short ti, unfamiliar with local affairs, is business hard, or soone troubling you?"
"No worries, Old Zhang will find soone for you, surely settle it."
He said, pulling Wanyu towards the blacksmith shop.
At the small rear hall of the shop.
A small table laid out with eight dishes and two jars of liquor.
"All made by my wife. You’ve tasted them, though they’re no match for the chefs at those inns, but still pretty good."
"Indeed, sister-in-law’s cooking is quite good."
Wanyu hurriedly echoed.
He spoke the truth.
The dishes made by Old Zhang’s wife were ordinary ho cooking, but used to the rare delicacies of the Imperial City, eating these indeed had a unique flavor.
"Don’t listen to his bragging, just regular dishes, just don’t mind them."
At that mont, a middle-aged woman dressed in a light blue jacket and black trousers, with her hair tied up, carried a basin of at soup in.
"All set, drink and chat."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Wanyu nodded to her.
This small household atmosphere made him feel very comfortable.
"Co, drink first, nothing’s more important than drinking."
Old Zhang opened a jar of liquor, filled a big bowl for him, then poured himself one too.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
One bowl of liquor, the two drained it in one go.
"Refreshing!"
Old Zhang shouted cheerfully.
Even Wanyu felt his once-irritated heart ease significantly after downing a bowl.
Old Zhang was eating dishes, then asked, "What’s troubling you, brother? Speak up, with , Old Zhang, surely I’ll sort it out for you."
His tone was quite boastful.
Unknown to so, they’d think he was the lord of rMolan Mansion.
Wanyu smiled slightly, "No hurry, let’s drink first, talk later."
"Fine, talk later."
Seeing that he wasn’t anxious, and to prevent suspicion, Old Zhang didn’t inquire further.
Afterward, the two began drinking, chatting idly.
After three rounds of wine, Old Zhang’s face was flushed, even his gaze turned a bit dazed.
Wanyu thought it was ti, so he asked, "Old Zhang, didn’t you say you know people in the Three Judicial Departnts?"
"Of course...."
Old Zhang swayed, waving a big hand, "You don’t know, I know quite a few in the Three Judicial Departnts, those are big shots."
"When their weapons are damaged sotis, it’s , Old Zhang, who fixes them."
"Co on, what’s the trouble? Old Zhang will definitely help you solve it."
Green Clothes?
Wanyu showed disappointnt, turns out he knows Green Clothes, roughly just the Three Judicial Departnts’ lower ranks, what’s the use?
Laughing bitterly inside.
Seems I expected too much.
Old Zhang, just an ordinary blacksmith, just Third Grade, knowing a few Green Clothes is already pretty good.
"What’s wrong? You don’t trust ?"
Old Zhang suddenly got riled up, glared fiercely, instantly stood up, rolled his sleeves mightily, looking very displeased, "Brother, I’m telling you, though they’re Green Clothes, but their superiors are White Clothes."
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