The beggar hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"However, I didn't go! Please don't report to the authorities or tell anyone, otherwise my life will be in serious danger."
At this moment, the man who had remained silent stepped forward.
He said coldly, "Everyone claims to be Prince Qing's confidant. It seems Prince Qing is quite indiscriminate in his choices."
Zhi'er glanced at him curiously.
The little fellow was more concerned with another matter.
"So, was the order for you to disrupt Fengchao Mansion made by Fan Bi or Prince Qing himself?"
The beggar stammered, "According to the Junior Officer, it should be the prince's orders."
Zhi'er and the man surprisingly spoke in unison—
"What boldness."
After speaking, they both paused, exchanging a glance.
The man was the first to feel awkward and averted his gaze.
He said earnestly, "What I mean is, Prince Qing is the princess's uncle. Why would he want to destroy the princess's academy?"
