The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1500 - 731 Second Watch_2

Xiao Hen shook his head, "This is ramie, mink furs for winter, ramie garments for summer. Ramie isn’t particularly warm but has excellent breathability, hence it is generally used to make summer clothing."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Chengfeng, "Your tunic is made of ramie fabric, not as fine as the ramie silk I’m holding, but this silk is not the finest either. Today in the woods, when Jiaojiao engaged Han Ye, he was wearing silk. That night he disguised himself in black clothes to assassinate me at the Academy, he wore the highest quality ramie fabric."

This was actually not hard to understand, Han Ye was the Han Family heir, a true noble; naturally, he wouldn’t wear cheap nightwear that cost one or two Silver taels for seven or eight sets in the market.

All were custom-made, close-fitting, lightweight, and had good elasticity.

Gu Chengfeng looked at the ramie silk in Xiao Hen’s hand, thoughtful, "So you’re saying this material is neither the cheapest nor the most expensive."

Xiao Hen said, "It’s above average. Common folks can’t afford it, and nobles wouldn’t glance at it."

Gu Chengfeng frowned in contemplation, "Who could it belong to then? A top expert from the Han Family? From the Crown Prince’s palace? Could it be Qun Xuan?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The few of them had already exchanged all the information they each knew, including Xiao Hen’s origins, the fact that Shangguan Yun was that slave girl from Yan Country from years past, and character leads like Han Ye and Qun Xuan related to them.

Gu Chengfeng asked Gu Changqing, "Big brother, you’ve exchanged blows with Qun Xuan, have you noticed what kind of clothes he wears?"

Gu Changqing replied, "I didn’t engage with him."

Qun Xuan captured Han Ye and left without exchanging a single strike with Changqing.

"I did," Gu Jiao raised her hand from behind the large bowl, "I’ve exchanged blows with Qun Xuan."

Gu Chengfeng turned to her, "Did he wear clothing made from this material then?"

Gu Jiao replied, "I don’t remember."

Gu Chengfeng, "..."

Xiao Hen spoke up, "Keep an eye on Wang Xu, see if he has a clue."

A twitch appeared at the corner of Gu Chengfeng’s mouth; he let out a wry laugh. What happened to trust? Weren’t they still surreptitiously watching?

"Got it, I’ll keep an eye on him in a bit," Gu Chengfeng pursed his lips. Thinking of something else, he asked, "I still don’t understand, though. Going after you because you are, after all, the Emperor’s Grandson, you haven’t been demoted to a commoner; but your mother isn’t royal anymore, so why won’t they leave her alone?"

Xiao Hen replied, "What’s deposed can be restored. The sovereign once said, ’Princess Shangguan Yun, demoted to commoner, imprisoned in the Imperial Mausoleum, never to return to the capital.’ Yet now, not only has she returned, but she has also moved into the Imperial Palace. Tell me, which of those restless people can sit still? The Crown Prince is the first who can’t."

A day or two may not mean much, but as time goes on, people will worry whether the sovereign’s father-daughter affection for Shangguan Yun is returning.

This is a very dangerous signal.

Not all matters must wait until they happen to be addressed. One must prevent trouble before it arises; nip it in the bud.

Even if it’s just a speculative hint, it must be immediately extinguished.

After some thought, Gu Chengfeng said to Xiao Hen, "It doesn’t have to be that complicated; perhaps your mother saw the assassin."

"It’s not excluded that’s a possibility," Xiao Hen said, "If she really did, then we will know when the time comes if another person crops up to take the fall."

The one who attempted to assassinate him that night was clearly Han Ye, yet in the end, it was the Han family’s second uncle who was dealt with.

Gu Jiao drained the last of her noodle soup, emptying the large bowl. Just as she put it down, two slender hands reached out to her.

One was Gu Changqing’s, the other was Xiao Hen’s.

Both men held a clean kerchief in their hands.

Gu Jiao blinked, why did this feel like another deadly question?

She slightly raised her left hand, and Gu Changqing’s expression darkened.

She slightly raised her right hand, and Xiao Hen’s face clouded.

Her eyes shifted, and with a swift move, she grabbed the handkerchiefs from both men.

No preference as to order, treating both fairly.

As she wiped her mouth with the two kerchiefs, she dashed off.

She was already gone when her voice came back down the corridor, "I’m going to find the National Master—"

The two men, wide-eyed and staring at each other, stared for a good three seconds before suddenly jumping up to shout towards the doorway, "Your foot—"

The girl, with a sprained foot, was still running!

...

Gu Jiao’s foot was no longer a serious issue.

Her physique had been trained to be robust, with excellent recovery ability.

She headed for the Book Pavilion.

The Book Pavilion had three stories. The first floor, the largest, held the most common books. The second was the next largest, filled with more specialized and rare books, while the smallest third floor contained secrets concerning Yan Country and the National Master Hall.

For instance, the once-fabled Six Books of Yan Country was displayed on the third floor at one time.