Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1350

"Oh!"

Wei Wu nodded in response, and just then the cell door opened, and Wei Wu quickly ran out.

At this moment, Zhu Biao looked at Lao Xing again and said:

"Alright, you don't need to guard this place anymore, all of you can leave! I have something to say to the Duke of Zhenguo."

"Yes, His Royal Highness!"

"Yes, His Royal Highness!"

Commander Xing and the Imperial Guard guarding the prison responded simultaneously, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

After the two left, Zhu Biao and Wei Wu went to a clean and hygienic room with tables and chairs in the middle.

After the two were settled, Zhu Biao began to explain things to Wei Wu.

"The reason why the Embroidered Uniform Guard is short of people is not because of the money shop incident, but because many people have been transferred to the Embroidered Uniform Guard's secret envoys."

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard has been recruiting new people recently, so it's normal that you don't see anyone you know in this cell."

Upon hearing that it was a secret envoy from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Wei Wu immediately understood, since only a very few people knew about this organization.

So after hearing Zhu Biao's explanation, Wei Wu stopped dwelling on the topic and went straight to the important matter.

"Brother, what's the situation at court after I was taken away? Does Old Master Zhu have any suspects?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao shook his head and said:

"I didn't ask about my father because I was worried about your situation in the imperial prison, so I came straight here as soon as court was over."

“I will come to see you at the prison every day from now on. I will tell you the details after I ask my father.”

Upon hearing Zhu Biao's words, Wei Wu grinned, feeling deeply moved.

There's probably no one else in the entire Ming Dynasty who can enjoy such treatment!

Just as Wei Wu was about to express his gratitude, Zhu Biao spoke first and changed the subject.

"By the way, after this court meeting, do you have any new thoughts on this matter?"

Seeing that Zhu Biao didn't seem to want him to express his gratitude, Wei Wu didn't insist. He figured he could keep it to himself.

So I simply continued along with what Zhu Biao had said.

"I do have some ideas. First of all, Zhan Hui can be ruled out as a suspect. That guy is just being a jerk and is probably not involved in this matter."

"Moreover, he is Li Shanchang's man. Although Li Shanchang deserves to die, he is smart and will not get involved in this kind of thing."

"If he knew who was behind this money exchange, he might even take the initiative to expose that person!"

After Wei Wu finished speaking, Zhu Biao nodded silently. Wei Wu's deduction was the same as his own guess.

He then looked at Wei Wu again, just as Wei Wu spoke.

"Secondly, the main focus of the investigation should be on the Bureau of Printing and Minting and the Ministry of Industry, especially the color-changing ink."

"This stuff is absolutely impossible to imitate; those people must have been using color-changing ink from the imperial court's stockpile."

"The ink consumed by the printing bureau matches the ink in its inventory, which means there's definitely a big problem, but we've overlooked it!"

Upon hearing Wei Wu's words, Zhu Biao frowned and nodded, saying:

"Mao Xiang has been investigating the issue of color-changing ink very thoroughly. I had already sent someone to notify him before I came to the prison."

"Only you have this special ink, and only you understand it. When he arrives, you two can discuss how to investigate it."

No sooner had Zhu Biao finished speaking than the sound of the iron gate being opened came from outside again.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear; Mao Xiang has arrived at the imperial prison!

Mao Xiang already knew Zhu Biao's purpose in coming to the imperial prison, and he was not surprised at all to see the two sitting and talking.

Upon approaching, Mao Xiang immediately bowed to Zhu Biao and said:

"Your humble servant Mao Xiang pays his respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

After speaking, he turned to Wei Wu and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Greetings, Duke Zhenguo!"

"Alright, Lao Mao, we're old acquaintances. You and your elder brother can just exchange greetings. There's no need for all that with me!"

Seeing Mao Xiang's distant manner, Wei Wu waved his hand somewhat displeased, and a smile flashed in Mao Xiang's eyes upon seeing this.