"Oh?"
"Miss Wen from the Second Prince's Mansion has gone missing?" Su Li asked with raised eyebrows.
"Indeed, although the mansion's steward publicly claimed that a servant had stolen money and fled, thus launching a widespread search throughout the city, that's nothing but a tale to deceive the ordinary folk. Those with eyes and ears outside the mansion walls know the real truth of the matter."
Seeing Su Li's interest, the young servant reporting back spoke even more animatedly, "They say Miss Wen also took off with a considerable amount of jewelry as well."
Mr. Wen said, "I reckon the Second Prince must be at his wit's end now."
To herself, Su Li thought, of course, he is, on one hand, he must find his fleeing beloved, and on the other, fend off attacks from others.
By now, the memorials from Zhong Shangqi have probably reached the Hall of Heavenly Court and lie directly on the Emperor's desk.
