Gu Qingheng's mouth twitched: "How can it be so casual? This thing is just a deterrent, only to be used when encountering those utterly unremorseful types, otherwise, it would lead to chaos."
Yang Ruxin stuck out her tongue, but then she straightened her face, "However, what does the Emperor mean by this? Is he asking you to surveil the Crown Prince or Prince Eight?"
Gu Qingheng sat by the table, slowly sipping his tea: "Do you know who that imperial envoy is?"
Yang Ruxin looked up: "Isn't he a clerk from the Ministry of Rites?"
"Gu Sheng is the Minister of Rites." Gu Qingheng slightly raised an eyebrow, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"Gu Sheng?" Yang Ruxin widened her eyes, "Are you saying… this Yao Fangshuo is his man?"
Gu Qingheng nodded: "Yao Fangshuo is a disciple of Gu Sheng, personally mentored and promoted by him. Although he's just a clerk now, managing to obtain the task of an imperial envoy must be Gu Sheng's doing.
