Ji Qingyu offered a faint smile, a smile akin to a crescent moon radiating light, shifting and shimmering.
"I had anticipated this. Go to the streets and find someone to compose a ditty, spreading the word that Ye Zhenxian drunkenly mistook a brothel for the Prince Mansion. Make sure to add a point that he is now a eunuch."
Upon hearing this, Leng Song laughed and said, "Master, you have such foresight!"
Their master had extensive experience in spreading rumors, and this tactic was proven effective.
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Having traveled since yesterday to this moment, Mo Chen Ruofeng at last brought the horse carriage to the edge of the precipice where the accident occurred.
The snow had ceased. Looking down from the mountain cliff, the bottom was engulfed in a white expanse, obscuring the location of the horse carriage.
