"Your Highness, I'm sorry, but I'm old and made a mistake. I found this from an envoy from the Wuyue Kingdom." Li Zheng took it, glanced at it and closed it, "What day is it today?"
"Back to Your Highness... The second day of February..." Prime Minister Jiang replied.
"Wuyue is close to Daxuan, and it has only been a month since the trip by boat. And this letter was written by Prince Wuyue on the third day of the twelfth lunar month last year. Logically speaking, it should have arrived in January, so why did it take an extra twenty days? Also, where is the envoy from Wuyue?"
"The veteran came here just to report the matter to His Highness the Prince; yesterday someone discovered the body of the Wuyue envoy at the Fusheng Inn and immediately reported it to the official. The veteran just learned the situation from the supervisory office."
"What's wrong? He's got a hand? He's a whistle-blower? He's a sword-player? He's a teacher? He's rushing to grab the porphyrin beer!"
"Your Highness, the veteran has personally urged the Capital City Governor to investigate the case. We still have more than a month. "Li Zheng nodded in agreement and said, "I have been away from home recently, so I only need to report my illness to the outside world. All affairs between the DPRK and China will be left to the Prime Minister. "
"Your Highness, are you going to investigate the case yourself? "Jiang Chao was full of doubts, which was not like the eldest prince's style.