Chapter 15. Letter

Only then did Little Fu silently put the pouch in his clothes.

"The Prince also declared that if the Lady wants anything, just to mention it to this eunuch and this eunuch will get it for you." Little Fu smiled with his eyes and said.

"Thank you, Eunuch Fu, I will have to trouble you if I wish anything from the palace then."

"Then this eunuch will not disturb the Lady from attending to her flowers anymore."

"It's hard as well for eunuch Fu." Han Yu nodded her head implying that he could go.

As soon as Eunuch Fu left, the maids around Han Yu hastily cheered and complimented Han Yu, "Congratulations to Lady Yu, it appears that the Prince still adores you the most, Lady Yu."

Hearing her maid's delighted voices, Han Yu didn't show much pleasure on her face, she simply felt that the Prince was merely balancing her so that she would assist him.

"Lady Yu? Lady Han Yu?" The little maid Meng named worriedly when she saw Han Yu glaring at the roses with hostility.

Only then did Han Yu come back to her senses.

"Little Meng, what resulted to the report I told you to send last time?" Han Yu asked while going back to her residence.

(Little Meng - the most trusted maid of Han Yu.)

"Lady Yu, I have tried delivering another letter with almost secrecy, but we did discover an individual who attempted to sabotage the letter, and certainly you were right, my Lady!" Little maid Meng explained with worship in her eyes.

"I see, who was it?" Han Yu asked.

"It's a gardener for the back garden, his name is Xiao Dong. When our guards went to question him, he attempted to slip away, and some maids even saw him leaping from roof to roof but before we could learn his master's name he committed suicide by chewing the poison in his mouth.

Refused to say and even single-handedly committed suicide? Han Yu frowned, what was this spy's master's purpose? And who is this master?

"There regardless may be more of them hidden under our shelter, improve the protection and do not let anyone unusual enter my courtyard."

"Yes, my lady!" Little maid Meng replied respectfully.

On the energetic street, two people were wandering. The individual on the right was outfitted in negligibly more brilliant clothes, about 25 years old, holding a folding fan.

The man on the left looked a little rustier, but stared relatively carefully, peeking around from time to time, walking carefully and unhurriedly.

"Yo! Why don't we walk faster?"

The careful man promptly jogged ahead, looked around again carefully, and mumbled nervously, "Prince..Prince, we should go back there is no one to ensure your protection here..!"