Lu'er's eyes widened in surprise. It was hard to imagine that Zong Wei, dressed as an ordinary commoner, actually carried four hundred taels of silver with him.

But when Miss Su saw this scene, she was not very happy.

She bit her lip and whispered: "Master Jiang, is this a humble slave's house?"

That was the first time she looked directly into Zhao Hongrun's eyes without giving in.

Zhao Hongrun seemed to see the stubbornness and humiliating self-esteem in her eyes. He knew that she had misunderstood, so he explained with a smile: "Didn't I say that I would do my best? You can keep these for the stewards of this waterside pavilion."

... Even if it is as white as a crane, there will be times when you have to lower your head and peck in the mud for preserved fruits.”

『!!』

Miss Su trembled when she heard this and looked at Zhao Hongrun's back in disbelief as he turned to leave. Her mood could not be calmed for a long time.

"He...guessed it?"

"What did you guess?" Lu'er was happily picking up the silver ingots at this time, rubbing his face with the silver ingots with a look of wealth on his face.

Miss Su ignored her little maid, but couldn't help but look at the painting painted by Zhao Hongrun on the wall, looking at the rising sun rising with the clouds, and she was in a daze.

After a long time, she sighed quietly.

"I regret that you were born too late, during the six cold, summer, autumn and winter months..."

At the same time, in the Chui Gong Hall in the palace, the great eunuch Tong Xian was reporting to the emperor with his head lowered.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty the Eighth Prince guessed that the old slave would send a prisoner to follow him, so that..."

"Have you lost me?" Emperor Wei interrupted casually.

"Yes..." Tong Xian lowered his head.

"It's not surprising that the traitor would have guessed it." The emperor said lightly: "You can send more people tomorrow. I want to know what he does every day when he leaves the palace."

"yes."
Chapter completed!