Young Girls Are Easily Impulsive

"This case... is a bit tricky," Evan Xiao said.

"How is it tricky? Leo Miles has already explained everything clearly! Just arrest that Quentin Wang who was in charge of the warehouse and interrogate him! Don’t tell me your military methods can’t get the truth out of him?"

"He’s already dead."

"What?" Grace stared at him blankly. "Dead? How did he die?"

"When we went to interrogate him just now, we found he was already dead—poisoned," Evan Xiao said. "So, Leo Miles has to speak up again, and it has to be when he’s clear-headed and conscious."

"He’s hell-bent on taking my big brother down with him. How could he possibly talk?"

"There’ll be a way," Evan Xiao said. "For now, we’ll have to stall the case until Jason Zhuo finishes his secret mission."

"What secret mission? Are you sending him to the supply depot?"

"To catch a spy. That person is most likely hiding among the soldiers in the supply depot."

Grace pouted her rosy lips, "Oh..."

Evan Xiao smiled and reached out to tap her forehead. "Not angry anymore?"

When he smiled like that, he was simply dazzling—unmatched in charm and absolutely irresistible...

Grace glanced at him, her heart secretly fluttering.

Evan Xiao noticed immediately...

Girls really are impulsive.

"...So, did you run into any danger during your secret mission?" Grace asked again.

"Yes," Evan Xiao replied.

"Yes?" Grace's eyes widened. "What kind of danger?"

"I was almost buried alive."

"Buried... alive?"

"Mm."

"What happened exactly?"

The situation was... that person insisted he hibernate...

"Can’t say," Evan Xiao replied.

"Then did you get—mmph!"

Evan Xiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

A surprise attack.

Grace’s heart trembled—he was such a tease...

...

Jason Zhuo led people into the barracks without permission, suspected of involvement in the military supply theft case. He was stripped of his rank and demoted to the lowest soldier, assigned to guard the supply depot—the news was announced to the whole army that day.

When Minister Zhuo heard the news, he rushed to see Evan Xiao, only to be told that Jason Zhuo had violated military rules and was caught red-handed by the Left General.

Military regulations are strict—even the Emperor can’t just pardon someone on a whim.

Minister Zhuo may be the Prime Minister, but even he couldn’t protect Jason Zhuo.

In a burst of anger, he actually brought up Jason Zhuo’s case directly in court to Emperor Gu Xingyun.

That batch of stolen military supplies was worth a fortune.

As for Jason Zhuo, he regularly handled family assets worth thousands or even millions—his own fortune was nothing to sneeze at. Why would he risk everything to steal a few supplies?

Leo Miles was adamant it was him—obviously something’s fishy.

Emperor Gu Xingyun, probably feeling guilty toward Grace, said he’d take the case seriously and ordered Minister Shen and the General to investigate together, promising to clear Jason Zhuo’s name.

...

Aside from Minister Zhuo, there was someone else just as worried. She anxiously sent her trusted maid out of the palace to ask Grace when Jason Zhuo would be allowed home.

Many of the stationed soldiers in Danyang were locals, so every so often they’d get leave, or if something came up at home, they could take time off.

Grace told the maid Jason Zhuo’s leave date.

So, the day Jason Zhuo came home, Princess Olivia Gu came to visit again.

Grace went out to greet her, asking as they walked, "Princess, it’s not easy for you to leave the palace, is it? What excuse did you use this time?"

"I just told my royal brother I was coming to see you. He made it super easy—said that anytime I want to visit you, I can go straight to him." Princess Olivia Gu smiled.

Grace’s expression cooled a bit. "He didn’t say you have to report everything about me to him, did he?"

"Uh... Looks like you know my royal brother pretty well!" Princess Olivia Gu said, looking at her.

Grace said nothing.

"Sigh! You and my royal brother used to be such a great pair!" Princess Olivia Gu lamented. "What a shame..."

"Let’s not talk about that. Everyone has their own fate!" Grace put on a wistful look. "How’s His Majesty lately?"