Ye Yiheng: "Who is it?"
The gatekeeper bowed: "Reporting to Your Highness, it's Marquis Ningyuan."
Leng Yu Yan looked at Ye Yiheng and asked, "Your Highness, what do you think Leng Zongfa is here for?"
Just having dealt with a troublesome matter in the palace, and finally feeling a bit happier watching lotus roots being dug at home, unexpectedly, an even more troublesome person had come to the Eastern Palace.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's probably about the autumn executions."
Leng Yu Yan sneered, "Is he here to plead or to bribe?"
The autumn executions begin in September, with the specific dates to be decided by the court.
It's already late August, with September approaching, Leng Zongfa was anxious.
Ye Yiheng said coldly, "Whether he's here to plead or to bribe, who cares."
Saying this, he looked indifferently at the lake surface, his voice neither light nor heavy: "Mo Chen Ruo Feng, quickly make a trip to Duke Jiang Mansion."
