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A few days later, in the study, Judge Di sat behind his desk with an official document spread out in front of him.

The candle flame inside the gauze lantern was shorter, and the wick had formed a small wick, causing the light to dim slightly.

The lamp flame burned quietly for a while longer, then went out on its own. The flame shrank, then stood up again, illuminating the room.

Zhang Rui practiced calligraphy at his small desk. The brushstrokes moved across the paper, occasionally producing a very soft rustling sound, which alternated with the crackling sound of the lamp wick falling, making the study seem even quieter.

There were three light knocks on the door, neither loud nor urgent.

"Come in."

Wu Xiaojie pushed open the door, paused for a moment outside the threshold, and then stepped inside.

Today I changed into a worn-out blue cloth robe, the collar of which covered me completely, but it couldn't hide the fatigue on my face.

His eye sockets were sunken and covered with a layer of grayish film, and his lips were peeling.

She looked even thinner than when I saw her at Chongwen Hall a few days ago; her robe hung loosely on her shoulders.

"sit."

Di Renjie did not get up, but simply closed the official document in his hand, put it aside, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

When Wu Xiaojie sat down, his knee hit the table leg with a dull thud.

He subconsciously bent down to rub it, but then stopped, pulled his hand back and placed it on his knee, interlacing his fingers, looking very reserved.

Di Gong didn't pay any attention. He reached out and picked up the teapot, filled an empty teacup in front of him, and steam rose from the rim of the bowl. Then he pushed the teacup toward Wu Xiaojie.

Wu Xiaojie paused in his tea-serving hand, then held the teacup in his palm.

"Scholar Wu, now that you've come, I'll speak frankly."

"Please speak, sir."

"The list of those who attended the Xiangyang Conference falls on Liu Jin. With the Youzhou case closed and Liu Jin executed, that list has been destroyed. The court will no longer pursue the people on the list. This matter ends here."

Wu Xiaojie held the teacup without moving, his face reflected in the tea soup, the surface of the water trembling, a very fine ripple spreading from the center of the bowl to the rim.

"The second thing is that the King of Yue left behind three copies of the 'Blue Robe Chronicle,' and you have one. The other two are in the hands of Liu Chali and Li Gui. Liu Chali has already betrayed us, and Li Gui is currently imprisoned in Liu Family Village."

Wu Xiaojie's face drained of all color in an instant. He stared at Di Gong, his lips moving slightly before he finally managed to squeeze out, "Your Highness... is he imprisoned in Liu Family Village?"

Di Renjie nodded: "Back then, he first approached the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince was unwilling to start a rebellion. Then he asked you to help persuade the Crown Prince, but you refused. So he went to Liu Family Village alone, hoping to persuade Liu Chali. He thought Liu Chali was a like-minded person, but he was wrong, which is why he has been under house arrest ever since."

Wu Xiaojie's hands trembled violently, and the tea overflowed from the rim of the bowl, spilling onto the ground.

Di Gong picked up the teapot and added some water to his cup.

"How long have you known Xu Shide?"

Wu Xiaojie was taken aback: "Proofreader Xu? He's a proofreader at Chongwen Academy. I've worked with him for several years and we're very close..."

"Does he come to see you often?"

"He comes often." Wu Xiaojie straightened up subconsciously. "Xu Xiaoshu and I have been colleagues for many years and have always been friends through our scholarship. He occasionally comes to the East Pavilion to sit and chat about classics, history, and literature, which is nothing unusual."

"The classics, history, and literature." Di Gong repeated, tapping his finger lightly on the rim of the teacup. "Do you know he's from the Inner Guard? He's a proofreader at the Chongwen Academy, not here to repair books, but to keep an eye on you."

"Impossible! My lord, I have known Xu Xiaoshu for many years... If he were an Imperial Guard, how could I have been completely unaware?"

"The Imperial Guards have planted people around you without you noticing. Xu Shide has been with you for so long, not to discuss friendship, but for the book 'The Blue Shirt Chronicle' in your hand, and what's behind it."

Wu Xiaojie's shoulders slumped, and he sank an inch into the chair.

"How do you know these things, adults?"

"You've managed the archives at Chongwen Academy for so many years, you should know one thing—in this world, nothing is untraceable once it's done. Scholar Wu, if I wanted to arrest you, I wouldn't wait at home. The Dali Temple's official documents can be issued and the arrest completed within three days."

Wu Xiaojie lowered his head, and for a moment only the gurgling sound of the copper kettle in the corner of the study could be heard, the white steam coming out of the spout sometimes thick and sometimes thin in the lamplight.

"You're different from Liu Chali. Liu Chali took Li Gui and defected to the Inner Guard, but you didn't. You're just clinging to your former master's things, unsure where to put them. His Majesty will no longer pursue the people on that list. The old dream of the Prince of Yue is over. You've guarded it for him for many years, long enough." Di Gong picked up his bowl of tea, not drinking it, but simply holding it in his hands. "Hand over the book, and this matter will be none of your concern."

Wu Xiaojie remained silent for a long time, then stood up, straightened his clothes, took a step back, clasped his hands together, and slowly bowed down.

The sleeves of his robe fell below his knees, and his fingertips almost touched the floor tiles.

"My lord, I have guarded this book for all these years. I couldn't sleep at night, and I was terrified at the sound of footsteps during the day. Now that I can hand it over, I feel at ease."

"No rush, think it through before you send it over."

Wu Xiaojie straightened up, lowered his head, and remained silent.

He paused at the door, glanced back at Di Renjie, and then pushed the door open and went out.

After nightfall that night, Wu Xiaojie took the blue cloth bundle out of the hidden compartment and held it in his hands for a while.

In the stillness of the night, he walked alone through two alleys.

The lanterns in front of the Di residence were still lit, swaying gently in the night breeze, their glow spreading out in concentric circles.

As I walked through the courtyard, the old water vat inside was reflecting a small patch of moonlight filtering through the eaves.

Wu Xiaojie placed the package on the desk, untied the knot, took out the book, held it with both hands, and handed it to Di Gong.

"My lord, I originally intended to give this book to the Crown Prince, but he refused. Over the years, I have been unsure of whom to give it to."

Judge Di took the book, but did not read it; he placed it on the corner of the table.

"Scholar Wu, in a few days I will be going to Huzhou to rescue Li Gui, and I need you to come with me."

Wu Xiaojie raised his head, the lamplight reflecting two faint points of light in his eyes: "This humble official... is willing to go with you."

After Wu Xiaojie left, Di Gong picked up the book "The Blue Robe Chronicle," got up, walked to the bookshelf, and placed it among a row of old scrolls, alongside those yellowed files, making it indistinguishable from them.

Zhang Rui drifted over from behind the screen and glanced at the bookshelf.

"Grandpa, won't you take a look? It's said to contain the treasure of the King of Yue."

"I won't look." Di Renjie sat back in his chair, the backrest creaking softly. "I've handled enough in my life, one more won't make a difference. What, you want to see it?"

"I'm not particularly interested in seeing it, just a little curious. Besides, with my appearance, I wouldn't need a fortune. With Grandpa here, that's enough."

Di Renjie looked at Zhang Rui with a smile in his eyes: "In terms of wealth, I can certainly not compare to the King of Yue. But taking care of you, this salary is more than enough."

A breeze picked up outside the window, and after walking close to the ground for a while, the sound only became faint when I reached the porch.

The faint sound of a night watchman's clapper could be heard from a distance, several streets away, but it was not clear.