Chapter 24
Taking advantage of King Jing’s absence, Li Yu transformed into a young man.
This was the first time he had used the transformation skill outside of the system, so it was inevitable that he was excited. However, he knew very well that he had an urgent matter to attend to, so he had to suppress his excitement.
After transforming back into his human form, he still didn’t have any clothes to wear, but that didn’t matter. Li Yu took out a new set of inner clothes and pants from the wardrobe and changed into them with ease. The transformation skill didn’t last long, so it didn’t allow him to do anything else. Before he could finish writing the letter to Ye Qinghuan, he could just casually put on some clothes.
After putting on his clothes, Li Yu rolled up the sleeves of his inner clothes, which were still a little long, to reveal his fair forearms. He carefully looked at the furnishings on the table. King Jing’s ready-made brush and ink were all there, but he couldn’t use them rashly. If he left any traces and King Jing found out, then all his previous efforts would be wasted.
Li Yu thought about how he had seen the servants in charge of tidying up the rooms when he was bored. Relying on his memory, he walked to the front of the eight-treasure cabinet and pulled open the drawer in the middle. There were spare brushes and ink inside. Li Yu rummaged through the drawer and took out a brush, a stack of rice paper, and an ink stick that was neither new nor old.
In ancient times, one had to grind the ink first to write. The ink was ground out from the ink stick.
Li Yu had seen King Jing grind the ink stick before, so it was easy to copy. However, he couldn’t find any other inkstone, and he couldn’t directly use the one on the table. It was King Jing’s, and the inkstone was clean… if he ground the ink, it would be too obvious.
Li Yu curled his lips and casually picked one of the teacups on the floor to temporarily use as an inkstone. Now that everything was ready, Li Yu placed his Si Bao on the corner of the table, poured some water into the teacup, and began to grind the ink stick.
He had never done such a thing before, and did not know how far he should go. Feeling that the water had turned black, he stopped and dipped his pen in the ink.
Li Yu rested his chin on his hand and held a pen in his hand, thinking about how to organize his words. He had memorized a lot of words from King Jing’s book, but there were still some words that he didn’t know how to write. King Jing’s book wasn’t an encyclopedia, and it was quite difficult for a fish to find a few words that it wanted.
… Who cares? Even if I can’t write a single word or write it wrongly, as long as Lord Ye can understand it, it’s fine.
Thinking up to this point, Li Yu picked up the brush and began to write a letter. He wrote several drafts in a row, changing them over and over again. After he read them and felt that they were generally feasible, he copied them out. After the ink on the letter dried, he folded it neatly and used another sheet of paper to make a simple envelope and put it inside.
After he finished writing the letter, all he had to do was find a way to send it to Ye Qinghuan.
Li Yu put the finished letter into his portable space for temporary storage, wiped his pen clean, and then put the pen, ink, and paper back to their original positions. He even wiped the table that he had been lying on.
Scrapped drafts couldn’t be thrown away, they had to be dealt with. Li Yu hesitated for a moment between burning and eating them. The paper tasted really bad, and he was also afraid that King Jing would feel something was wrong when he touched his fish’s stomach, so he opened the lid of an incense burner in the room.
After he dealt with everything properly, the system began to count down. Li Yu hurriedly took off his clothes and mixed them into the pile of clothes that King Jing had worn before. Later, a chamberlain would come to clean them up, and nothing would be left behind.
… He felt that he was so smart and so capable that he could even be a spy.
When King Jing returned to his room, the little carp was already sleeping soundly on the white stone bed. As soon as King Jing stepped over the threshold, he felt that something was wrong.
Although everything in the room looked the same as when he left, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
He first took a look at his fish. The little fish was lying quietly on the white stone. King Jing immediately went over to check on it, but the fish suddenly spat out a bubble. King Jing was speechless.
The fish was very good. King Jing slowly walked around the room and finally found what was wrong.
The incense burner in his room seemed to have burned something, but it didn’t smell like incense.
King Jing opened the incense burner and didn’t find anything strange. However, he accidentally scattered some ashes on the ground outside the incense burner.
King Jing was speechless.
Unless it was necessary, King Jing didn’t allow others to enter and leave his room at will. King Jing’s servants definitely wouldn’t do that.
It seemed that someone had indeed been here and burned something in the incense burner. It was very likely that someone had tampered with it.
King Jing went to find Wang Xi and asked Wang Xi to investigate thoroughly.
Wang Xi quickly checked the things in the room. There was a writing brush in one of the drawers that was missing for some reason. A stack of rice paper was missing, and half of the ink stick was missing.
King Jing’s face darkened. The thief who escaped last time hadn’t been found yet. Was there another thief?
The servant in charge of laundry was about to take away King Jing’s clothes for washing. Wang Xi stopped him for the sake of caution. He also went through the clothes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
*Your Highness, look …”
Wang Xi quickly pulled out an inner garment from the clothes. The sleeves of this inner garment were folded up and there were many ink stains on it.
King Jing recalled that he hadn’t spilled ink on the inner garment recently. Moreover, the inner garment fit him perfectly. There was no need to roll up the sleeves.
… It was his underwear again. Did the thief have a problem with his clothes?
Probably not.
“Your Highness, this old servant remembers the thief who escaped last time by swimming.” Wang Xi reminded King Jing softly.
King Jing nodded. He also felt that there couldn’t be such a coincidence. It was likely that it was the same person. The thief who escaped last time hadn’t been caught, so he came back again.
What did this thief want to do?
A smiling face flashed through King Jing’s mind.
In fact, he still couldn’t believe that this young man, who looked clean and refreshed, was the thief who stole his clothes several times.
And why did he steal his fish?
The reason that he was chased out by the legal wife to vent his anger was somewhat far-fetched.
King Jing felt that this young man seemed to be hiding a huge secret, but he hadn’t been able to discover it yet.
But no matter what, he wouldn’t let him take away his fish at will again.
King Jing secretly ordered Wang Xi to double the number of guards and increase the number of people who went to catch the thief.
Little Carp slept soundly and didn’t know that because of his actions, there were many more incidents in King Jing’s residence.
He was originally sleeping on his side in the fish tank, but he accidentally turned over and faced King Jing.
King Jing and Wang Xi saw a long black mark on the fish’s body that hadn’t been dissolved by the blisters in time.
Wang Xi was shocked. After asking King Jing for instructions, he hurriedly fished the fish out and wiped it. He found that the fish’s body was covered in ink. King Jing was speechless.
“Your Highness, look!” A chamberlain came over with a teacup for instructions.
For some reason, this teacup wasn’t filled with water, but with ink.
Why was it ink again?
King Jing saw the ink-stained inner garment found by Wang Xi, the teacup filled with ink, a broken writing brush, a slightly used ink stick, a missing piece of rice paper, and a touched incense burner.
… That person must have used the teacup as an inkstone in his room, used a brush and ink, wrote something, and then burned something in the incense burner.
As for the ink on the fish’s body ..
King Jing was also wondering how the ink got onto the fish’s body.
When Li Yu was carried out by Wang Xi, he was still in a daze. The chamberlain found the teacup filled with ink and King Jing looked at the ink stains on his body. Li Yu woke up with a start.
Damn, it was his carelessness. He didn’t notice that his hands were stained with ink and accidentally smeared it on his body. Moreover, after using the teacup, he left it where it was and forgot to pour the ink out first. It was true that even a wise fish would make a mistake.
King Jing might start to suspect him soon. Li Yu silently told himself that he mustn’t become a demon. He immediately broke free from Wang Xi and jumped into the teacup that still had some ink on it. He pretended to be very excited and liked it very much. After a few vigorous movements, he dyed himself darker than the ink.
King Jing had been splashed by fish countless times and had a lot of experience. Almost as soon as the fish raised its tail, he knew that something was wrong. He decisively raised his sleeves to block most of the splashed ink.
Even so, King Jing’s sleeves were visibly black. Wang Xi’s reaction wasn’t as fast, and there were a lot of ink spots on his face.
*.. Master Xiaoyu is really in a good mood.”
Wang Xi smiled embarrassedly and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face. King Jing was expressionless. It was obvious where the ink on the fish’s body came from.
– – Wasn’t it because the fish wanted to play around?!
Under King Jing’s murderous gaze, Li Yu continued to shamelessly act cute in the image of a cuttlefish. Finally, he managed to hold on to his shaky disguise.
Since the letter was written, it was time to consider sending it. Li Yu thought of sending it to Ye Qinghuan during Chinese New Year and other festivals when the two manors reciprocated with gifts. No one would know. However, it was difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with congratulatory gifts, and it was also difficutt to guarantee that Ye Qinghuan would see the letter. Therefore, he tried his best to take action when Ye Qinghuan came to King Jing’s mansion.
Fortunately, Ye Qinghuan’s beloved dog couldn’t compare to a fish. Not long after, he came again with his beloved dog.
This time, Ye Qinghuan brought a golden ball with him. He threw the golden ball far away, and Xiong Feng could immediately bring it back to him.
“No matter how smart a fish is, it’s still not as smart as a dog.” Ye Qinghuan felt that King Jing definitely had nothing to say.
King Jing looked at Ye Qinghuan sympathetically and motioned for Ye Qinghuan to go to the fish tank to take a look.
Ye Qinghuan looked. At first, he didn’t see anything other than a pile of gems. After a while, he saw King Jing’s little fish leisurely swimming over and piling the gems up high. Then, it lifted a sea blue gem with its tail and threw it over, knocking down the whole pile of gems.
King Jing’s fish actually knew how to play this kind of trick?
Ye Qinghuan was so jealous that his eyeballs were about to fall out. He had lost again.
Xiong Feng was extremely excited when he saw this. He wagged his tail wildly without any principles, as if he was cheering for the fish in the tank.
Li Yu swam over. Separated by the crystal tank wall, he wasn’t too afraid of Xiong Feng anymore.
He also boldly wagged his tail at Xiong Feng and teased Xiong Feng.
Xiong Feng was even more excited. He trotted back and forth in front of the crystal tank, as if he wanted to jump in and play with the fish.
Ye Qinghuan: “…”
Help! Ye Qinghuan felt a little dizzy and urgently needed to rest. He was supported by Wang Xi and went out.
Xiong Feng was still in the room, looking at the little carp expectantly.
It stretched out its nose again and again, wanting to smell him, but in the end, it could only touch the cold crystal every time.
Xiong Feng was so anxious that he barked a few times.
Li Yu’s eyes lit up. If it was just him and Xiong Feng … maybe he could take advantage of this opportunity.
Xiong Feng, for the sake of your master, come and be a messenger!
Ye Qinghuan rested for a while dizzily. When he turned his head, his beloved dog Xiong Feng’s fur was half wet. There was a white envelope in his mouth and he was pulling at his trouser leg.
What was this?
