My Wandering Swordsman

County People's Hospital.

I sat alone under the tree roots, enjoying the cool shade.

Yes, I've come to see the First Prince.

To be honest, his situation has really reached a point where it absolutely needs to be resolved, but how to resolve it? I really have no idea.

After pondering for a while, people gradually began to come and go at the hospital entrance, with vendors and people carrying insulated containers coming and going in an endless stream.

It's lunchtime.

Seeing this, I dusted myself off, got up, and went to meet the passing crowd.

Right now, I know almost nothing about the Crown Prince. If I want to find a breakthrough, I can only rely on the three spies I planted around him before.

It's not realistic to go directly to look for them, so I can only come around mealtimes and wait for them to come.

After standing at the hospital entrance for about ten minutes, three dusty-looking men emerged from the inpatient department.

I chuckled.

coming.

The three of them probably didn't notice me and kept their heads down as they turned toward the roadside stalls.

"Pipipi~~"

I whistled twice.

The three extras turned their heads in confusion, only to meet my unfathomable pupils.

They were all startled, then exchanged a glance, turned, accelerated, and strode towards me.

A jolt went through me.

What's going on? Are you trying to start a fight? Have you turned against me?

Before I could react, the three people had already rushed up to me and stopped a step away from me.

then...

They broke down in tears.

"Big brother! You've finally arrived."

"I request to be transferred from my post."

"Waaaaah..."

Three grown men were crying their eyes out in front of me, tears streaming down their faces, attracting the attention of many patients' families.

I didn't care about anything else and dragged the three of them to a secluded place.

"Are you three crazy? What are you yelling and screaming about?"

Seeing that no one was around, they dropped all pretense and poured out all the bitterness in their stomachs.

"The three of us served that man like he was our ancestors every day..."

"I have to get up at five in the morning to buy him breakfast. If it's cold when I get back, I have to reheat it in a steamer with hot water. If it's even a minute less steamed, he'll yell at me."

"Someone has to stand guard at the door while we sleep at night, and if we need water in the middle of the night, anyone who's a step too slow gets kicked..."

"I also have to fan the mosquitoes for him. As soon as he hears the mosquitoes, he starts swearing, calling me a dog slave, a lowlife... I've never been this pathetic back in my hometown."

When they got emotional, all three of them had tears in their eyes, looking like wronged little wives.

My heart skipped a beat:

"No way, you guys are still doing this? Aren't you just working like dogs?"

The three of them were taken aback and looked up at the same time:

"Big brother, didn't you tell us to go and be little spies?"

"Well."

My throat tightened.

These three extras were indeed honest; even after suffering such a great injustice, they didn't forget my admonition.

Comrades, you've suffered so much.

After hesitating for a moment, I took out two fifty-yuan bills from my pocket, looked through them again, and then simply took out all the loose change in my pocket and handed it over.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it. Thank you for your hard work."

The three exchanged a glance and tremblingly accepted the gift.

"Big Brother is so righteous!"

I waved my hand: "Alright, stop getting sentimental. Tell me, what information have you gathered during this time?"

This is the important matter, and that's why I'm meeting with them today.

Upon hearing this, the three wiped their noses and began to report back, one after another.

"Uh, this person spends a lot of money. Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, braised abalone, steamed grouper... a meal costs at least two or three hundred. He doesn't even allow us to eat the leftovers, saying that servants should have servants' food."

"He loves to boss people around. If you lie down, you have to massage your legs; if you sit down, you have to massage your shoulders."

"And he has a terrible temper. When he makes a phone call, he always says things like, 'You can't mess with me. I'm the boss in Hengdian. Anyone who dares to touch me, I'll kill them.'"

"Furthermore, this person has a strange habit: he has to drink alcohol after defecating, otherwise he becomes delirious. He drank two bottles of Moutai in three days."

"..."

I frowned as I listened.

What are all these things?

When I told them to record the Crown Prince's eating, drinking, and bodily functions, I was exaggerating. I meant to tell them to keep a close eye on his movements.

These three are really something else; all they seem to care about is eating, drinking, and relieving themselves.

What use is this information to me?

It simply concludes that the eldest prince is short-tempered and extravagant, but otherwise it's useless when it comes to how to deal with him or his father.

I scratched my head and tentatively began to speak:

"Is there any other information? For example, who has he met recently?"

The three looked at each other, thought carefully for a long time, and then spoke:

"As for who he's seen... it seems there really isn't anyone. The Crown Prince has terrible interpersonal relationships. Apart from a few usual lackeys, not a single person has visited him during his many days in the hospital."

"No, that's not right. People do come, but they all come with documents for him to sign."

I was jolted awake and quickly pressed for an answer:

"Who? What document?"

The extra who had spoken hesitated for a moment before replying:

"The man in the suit and tie must be from his father's company. I think his father's surname is Lü, and he owns a company that seems to be quite large. I heard he's been out of town recently, and he's been the one signing off on all the urgent documents in the company lately."

"And in the last few days, I don't know why, but the frequency of asking him for signatures has been increasing. It must be that something happened at the company. I heard that his father has already started to rush back."

"What does he know? If he made the decisions, the company would go bankrupt. He was just lucky to be born into a good family..."

I ignored the personal emotions mixed in with the extra's words and carefully processed what he said.

Has something happened to Lü Guodong's company?

What urgent matter could possibly require a clueless spoiled brat like him to sign off and take responsibility...?

Hmm, this is getting interesting.

"Can you find out what it is?" I asked.

The three extras exchanged a glance and shrugged: "The person who signed it barely spoke to the Crown Prince. He found them annoying and signed it without even looking at it. And the three of us are illiterate, so..."

I waved my hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything.

If there's anything that can somewhat restrain Lü Guodong, I reckon besides his beloved son, it's his own company.

Therefore, I am now very interested in these documents.

After a pause, I asked the three extras, "Could you... think of a way to let me take a look at those documents?"

"this..."

All three of them were at a loss.

I didn't urge them; I just waited for their next move.

After a long while, a man looked up and asked, "Brother, how long are you going to watch?"

"Hmm... I'll just glance at it a few times." I'm just trying my luck, like panning for gold in the ocean, to see if I can find any clues.

The man replied, "Sure, that's not difficult. Brother, you come up with us this afternoon and hide in the stairwell. When the person who needs to sign comes, I'll take the opportunity to spill some soup on him. While he's changing clothes, I'll take the documents to look at."

I thought about it for a moment.

This method might be feasible for the son, but the eldest prince has such a fiery temper. If this guy spills the soup, what will happen?

"You...won't the First Prince curse you to death?"

The man patted his chest: "It's nothing. He'll just get a few scoldings. He's not fully recovered yet, so he won't dare to hit me. Your matter is the important one, brother."

I secretly gave it a thumbs up.

This man is loyal and righteous!

"Brother, what's your name?"

"Sun Xiaohu".

Okay, I've got it.