Quan Zexi grunted, “Are you dumb? I told you that the news is fake. If Ruan Ming actually found the God of Gun, he would be asking to get his son back. Why would he only spread the rumor but continue to let his son live elsewhere?”


  Zhao Sizhan responded, “He called the Luo family and the heir is coming back.”


  “What?!” Quan Zexi was startled and narrowed his eyes, “You’re saying Ruan Ming is prepared to collude with the God of Gun, but he hasn’t succeeded, right?”


  Zhao Sizhan said, “That’s right. He agreed to meet with the God of Gun but there are no specifics on the time and place yet.”


  Quan Zexi nodded and the usual calm restored to his face, “Make sure all eyes are on him. Once you get information about the meeting, inform me.”


  “Yes, sir.” Zhao Sizhan then asked, “Duke, the heir is going back. Should we…”


  He raised his hand to his neck and gestured to slit his throat.

  Quan Zexi slapped him, “Am I that deranged and heartless?!”


  Zhao Sizhan, “…”


  Quan Zexi continued, “It was because of that damn Yin Lei old man. He put on a show all by himself. What he did to Country Ruan was no different than what an outlaw would do.”


  “Country Ruan is returning to avenge themselves. Yin Lei deserves it. If I go give the Ruan heir a hard time, what would that make of me?! If I wanted to hurt him, I never would’ve let him be for this long.”


  Zhao Sizhan said, “Oh… but if we just do nothing and let Country Ruan avenge, there will be war. Duke, I thought you don’t like war.”


  A person too lazy to take the Emperor seat would never want to get on the battlefield.

  Quan Zexi rolled his eyes, “I am an intelligent man. How did I end up with a

  like you? I told you to inform me once you gather more information. Of course, I’m going to stop them from colluding!”


  Zhao Sizhan, “…”


  When will this Duke stop being such a narcissist?

  Quan Zexi took a look at his watch, “Let’s go.”


  Zhao Sizhan picked up his briefcase and followed.

  On the other side…


  Qiao Qing, Jun Yexuan, and the others went to Lan Cang Mountain.

  Since nobody knew what silver mulberry looked like and since that herb can easily be mixed up with other herbs, Qiao Qing decided to not split up the group.

  They arrived at 10 am and by 5 pm, they still hadn’t found what they needed.

  Mu Jinghang was chewing on the tail of long grass as he glanced over the mountain, “We basically walked through the entire mountain and still haven’t seen that silver mulberry. Maybe there isn’t any here?”


  Right after he spoke, he saw an old woman with a basket on her back shoveled up something.

  Qiao Qing walked towards her and her eyes brightened. She squatted down and the old woman said, “I found that silver mulberry first. Don’t touch it!”


  Qiao Qing paused her movement.

  Jun Yexuan frowned, “What do you mean you found it first?! You think this mountain is yours?! Does that grass have your name engraved on it?!”


  He then looked over to Mu Jinghang, “Go get the shovel.”


  “Yes, third brother.” Mu Jinghang handed him the shovel.

  Before Jun Yexuan could lower himself, the old woman who was already squatting on the ground, dug up the last piece of silver mulberry and tossed it into her basket……