Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The three of them found the most secluded corner nearby, and Gao Ye began to tell them about his plans for the day.

"I actually know that you went to the teahouse to get my father's impeachment letter."

Gao Ye leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and glanced at Feng Zhanye.

Feng Zhan Ye said nothing, just quietly waiting for his next words.

"Someone went to Jiangnan and told me about this. My father finally waited for his reinstatement and returned to Beijing. I naturally don't want him to make any more mistakes, but I have doubts about the identity of the person who passed the message to me."

"I returned to Beijing early and sent someone to investigate your current situation. I decided to go to the teahouse to talk to you, but I was almost kidnapped by them on the way. Fortunately, I ran fast and ran into Zuo Chengran and his friends who were discussing you when I entered the teahouse."

"The more I listen, the more I feel something is wrong. If according to what the person who informed me said, you are the mastermind behind the impeachment of my father, then your position in the Prime Minister's Mansion must be no lower than his. How dare he treat you so badly?"

After hearing this, Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye were almost certain that the person who informed Gao Ye was most likely sent intentionally by Zuo Xiang and his son.

They, father and son, were used to using this tactic of killing two birds with one stone. On the one hand, they framed Feng Zhanye for the impeachment of Marquis Yongning, and on the other hand, they made Gao Ye worry about his father.

Then they would kidnap him and force Gao Han to give up resistance and accept impeachment, with no hope of ever returning to Beijing.

In this way, even if the Yongning Marquis's family fought back desperately, the target of the counterattack would only be Feng Zhanye, and they could just sit back and reap the benefits.

Obviously, Gao Ye also figured out some of the tricks and chose such a roundabout way to implement it.

"Prince Duan, for the sake of our early ties, could you please not hand over those impeachment letters to the Left Prime Minister?"

Gao Ye's expression turned serious. He no longer used his Jiangnan casualness to hide himself. Only then did he truly reveal the temperament of a Kyoto nobleman and he just made a sincere request.

Feng Zhanye looked at him calmly, and after a while he spoke: "I can't guarantee it."

The hope in Gao Ye's eyes gradually died out when he refused. He lowered his head and nodded dejectedly.

"Yes, you must have your own difficulties. I was too ignorant and pushed you too far."

He then raised his head and gave a forced smile: "But I still have to thank you for saving me today. Otherwise, if I were captured, the Gao family's situation would only get worse. I'll think of another way. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Gu Qingzhi looked at the man's somewhat lonely back, and vaguely felt that things might still turn around. She read the letter in her hand again and found the key.

"Mr. Gao, wait a minute."

Gao Ye didn't walk far. When he heard her calling him, he turned around in confusion and stopped.

Feng Zhanye didn't know why she did this. They both looked at her until Gu Qingzhi read the contents of the letter again.

"After the mission is accomplished, quickly send Gao Ye to Yunsheng Temple. There will be people from my organization waiting to pick him up there."

She deliberately emphasized the three words "Yunsheng Temple" and then began to explain: "If the Black Snake Chief wanted to capture you to impeach your father, then the best way would be to hold you captive under his nose. Why did he send you to Yunsheng Temple?"

Gao Ye's expression suddenly changed, as if he remembered something. He took two steps at a time and took the letter from Gu Qingzhi's hand and looked at it again.

He suddenly raised his head, as if he had figured it out, and pointed at the words on the letter and said, "My aunt, Concubine De, is currently praying for the country in Yunsheng Temple. They want to tie me and my aunt up together so that my Gao family can be slaughtered by others."

"You'd better go and see your aunt as soon as possible. I'm afraid her life is in danger."

Perhaps out of guilt for becoming an accomplice of the Left Prime Minister, Feng Zhanye still spoke up to remind Gao Ye.

Gao Ye smiled helplessly: "I went there on the day I returned to Beijing, but Yunsheng Temple was heavily guarded. She was practicing in the back mountain. As soon as I entered the back mountain, I was blocked by those Taoists. How could it be easy to see her?"

Several people fell silent again.

"Prince Duan, may I have a word with you?" Gao Ye suddenly turned to look at Feng Zhanye and made a request.

Feng Zhanye walked a few steps to the side with him before Gao Ye spoke in a low voice.

"Although I may not be able to mention it, but my father was exiled ten years ago, and Aunt Defei was punished to leave the palace. It seems that it has something to do with you." Gao Ye looked at Feng Zhanye tentatively.

When the name Defei was mentioned, it seemed that there was indeed some important event that he had forgotten.

It is said that my mother and Concubine De were good friends, so Feng Zhanye should have some memory of Concubine De leaving the palace.

But he was still young at the time, and was attacked by evil spirits every day. He was trapped in the fear of people around him dying suddenly, and his understanding of other things was somewhat vague.

The more he tried to grasp the key points, the emptier his mind became.

Feng Zhanye now felt that his memory of that period was quite vague. After hearing what Gao Ye said, he was even more certain that he had indeed forgotten something. He rubbed his brows and asked, "What do you mean?"

"To be specific, it is related to the origin of the evil spirit in you." Gao Ye glanced at Feng Zhanye's expression.

The young man's face darkened slightly, and he had already realized the intention behind his words: "You want to use this to lure me to rescue your aunt again. Don't you think I can see it?"

Gao Ye quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I'm telling the truth. Although I really want you to help me, I'm not such a greedy person. I know I have to show some sincerity."

Feng Zhanye hesitated. If what Gao Ye said was true, this would naturally be a good opportunity to understand his own evil spirit, but what if he was lying?

"I know that words alone are not enough, and it will be hard for you to believe me. Maybe you can go back and think about it. They didn't succeed today, so I should be able to delay for a few more days. If you are willing to help me in two days, I will wait for your reply in the teahouse."

Feng Zhanye nodded slightly, which was considered as his agreement.

Feng Zhanye handed the impeachment letters to the left prime minister and returned to the villa.

Not knowing what Gao Ye had just said to him alone, Gu Qingzhi saw that he was a little absent-minded and couldn't help but ask.

"Aye, what's wrong with you?"

The young man came back to his senses, thought for a moment and said, "Gao Ye said that Concubine De knew about the evil spirit in me, and wanted me to help him go to Yunsheng Temple to save Concubine De."

"Then what do you think?"

Although Gu Qingzhi had roughly guessed how the situation would develop, she still patiently asked.

Feng Zhanye thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Although I really want to know the origin of the evil spirit on my body, I don't believe him."

It’s no wonder that Feng Zhanye is so vigilant. Given Gao Ye’s performance today, no one dares to fully trust him.

However, the opportunity to escape from the Prime Minister's Mansion is now right in front of them. Feng Zhanye is unaware of it, but Gu Qingzhi is very clear about it.

She thought for a moment and said, "In this case, how about we go to Yunsheng Temple ourselves to verify the truth and then decide whether to help him?"

This is indeed a good idea. Feng Zhanye nodded, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.