Empress, she is beautiful Lu Ziye

Chapter 132 Staff
Originally, she was going to refuse, but she was thinking of words in her mind, when she caught a glimpse of Nan Zhen's movement, she opened her mouth to respond.

Nan Zhen shook her head and chuckled, "We just collect information, we don't step into disputes."

She looked at Qingying through the bronze mirror, "Your approach is very smart, since we have accepted His Majesty's order, when Prince Chen comes in the future, we can accept it."

Anyway, we all know that the two brothers are at odds. It is best to explain the situation in advance and not favor any side.

Nan Zhen was silent, "What's more, we have been involved in it now."

Looking down from the window, I could just see two geraniums below.

She didn't believe that the leaves on Prince Chen's feet were accidental.

Maybe I can find something after taking orders from both parties.

"That's right." Qingying frowned slightly, "I don't know when it has become like this."

Nan Zhen lowered her eyes and straightened the belt around her waist, "When this problem came to the fore, it already showed that there is much more than this problem in the pavilion."

This is not a situation that can be formed in three to five days, but no matter how difficult it is, the forces that have infiltrated must be eradicated one by one.

Turning his head, seeing Qingying's worried face, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, in this way, Mingyue Pavilion has become a pawn in the game between the two sides? If you can return it with your whole body, I am afraid that it will be mixed in the middle and become cannon fodder in the end."

Nan Zhen was silent for a moment, then sighed, "There is no way without taking risks."

She would rather be sober and heal her wounds than muddle along in a muddle.

"One more thing," Nan Zhen's face turned pale, her eyes brightened, "Mingyue Pavilion is not just a piece of paper. If we favor one side, it will be a loss to the other side. Before making a move, we must weigh it."

Just use each other.

"I understand."

"By the way," Qingying took out a booklet from the drawer, on which were the records of visitors coming in and out, "I also paid attention to the matter of Hall Master Li in Chachen Palace, so I went to ask for the booklet."

"Did you find anything?"

Qingying hesitated for a few seconds, "I don't know if it counts."

"Ok?"

She opened the booklet and spread it in front of Nan Zhen, "Master, look at this business."

Where the fingertip pointed, the word "Zhang An" was written.

Qingying explained, "He is an aide of Prince Chen's mansion, but the news he wants to buy has nothing to do with Prince Chen."

Nan Zhen read carefully, it said that the other party was lost with his sister in the early years, and could not be found for many years, so she came to Mingyue Pavilion for help.

"I haven't found it yet?"

Qingying shook her head, "He is over 20 years old, and my sister was separated from him [-] years ago, so it is not easy to find."

Nan Zhen lowered her eyelids slightly, and her voice sank, "So he often comes to ask about the progress?"

"That's not true," Qingying pointed to the date marked on it, "It was only placed a year ago, and he only came three times in total."

"Then who received him these three times?"

Qingying showed distress, and then sighed, "Uncle Wen led him in at first, and he should have asked someone in the East Hall to take responsibility, but the next two times, he came to ask about the results. There will be no record of who he came into contact with."

There are a lot of people going in and out every day, and there are quite a few people who need to get results every few days. If you write down every little thing, it will increase the workload, and it will be tedious and meaningless.

The number of times he came is also obtained from his whereabouts, not the actual record.

Nan Zhen didn't speak after listening.

Looking down, looking at the smudged ink stains on it, his eyes gradually darkened.

Tapping with her index finger resting on the edge of the table is her usual behavior when thinking.

To be welcomed as an aide by the Prince Chen's Mansion, one must have some skills. How could Xiao Yiheng not help if he opened his mouth to find relatives?
(End of this chapter)