Seeing his tired look, Xiao Lingyue didn't want to start questioning him for a moment. She pursed her lower lip and walked over: "The trial at the imperial mausoleum hasn't been completed yet?"
She stayed behind closed doors these days and didn't bother to inquire about what was going on outside.
But that doesn't mean she can't guess what Zhan Beihan is up to.
Many people were arrested at the Imperial Tomb, including officials from the Northern Qin who supervised the Imperial Tomb, as well as smuggling caravans and dead soldiers from the Southern Yan.
Zhan Beihan's main business these days is interrogating these people.
Only by interrogating the confessions separately and then making cross-comparisons and eliminating false claims can truly useful information be sorted out.
The Nanyan smuggling route has been dormant in Northern Qin for many years. How many checkpoints have been cleared up and down? How many people have been involved in it and are complicit?
These are all things Zhan Beihan wants to find out.
Moreover, he can only come in person.
Prince Xiang couldn't help at all, and Xiao Lingyue's status was not suitable, so it was difficult to get involved too much.
The guards of the imperial mausoleum are not even qualified to know the truth.
So it's no wonder that Zhan Beihan is so busy these days that he is so busy that he has to rush back to the palace from the imperial mausoleum ten miles away every night, sleep for an hour or two, and then rush back again.
Why bother?
After all this back and forth, wouldn't it be more convenient to rest directly at the imperial mausoleum?
Xiao Lingyue curled her lips, not knowing what he was planning.
Zhan Beihan put down his hand and said: "The trial is almost over. I have written the secret document and sent it back to Beijing overnight. I just need to wait for my father to send someone to take over."
Xiao Lingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to ask.
Zhan Beihan suddenly frowned and said, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."
"It's already midnight and early in the morning. The fire in the small kitchen has been turned off a long time ago. Where can we get food? Didn't you have a meal at the imperial mausoleum?" Xiao Lingyue said speechlessly.
Zhan Beihan looked at her: "Don't you know how to cook? Go get some food for me."
Xiao Lingyue pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me?"
Zhan Beihan looked at her steadily: "You!"
"You really treat me as an inn, right? You just sleep on the bed every day, and now you're ordering food?"
Xiao Lingyue rolled her eyes: "I won't do it. It's not like there are no maids in the palace. You can ask someone to do it for you."
Zhan Beihan said: "I don't want to mobilize troops and mobilize people in the middle of the night."
"So you asked me to mobilize troops and mobilize people?" Xiao Lingyue chuckled.
"Wash your hands, make soup, and serve your husband's food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Isn't it your duty as a wife?" Zhan Beihan raised his long brows lightly.
The corner of Xiao Lingyue's mouth twitched: "You're here again, aren't you? How many times have I told you, we have already"
Reconciled!
The last three words haven't been spoken yet.
"Gulu" a subtle abdominal rumble sounded.
Xiao Lingyue stiffened for a moment and instinctively covered her stomach. As a result, she pressed hard and her stomach growled even louder.
She didn't eat much for dinner, and it was already late at night. Not only was Zhan Beihan okay, but she was actually hungry too.
The man suddenly became happy and stared at her growling stomach: "Your stomach is more considerate than you."
"screw you!"
Xiao Lingyue glared at him and had to stand up.
Zhan Beihan ordered without politeness: "I would like to eat noodles, chicken soup for freshness, add some meat and vegetables, and I want a big bowl."
Xiao Lingyue: ""
Oh, give him three points of color, and he even opened a dyeing shop.
Xiao Lingyuepi smiled and said: "Chicken noodles, right? That's easy to say, His Highness King Yi, come with me."
She dragged Zhan Beihan, who looked puzzled, to the small kitchen in the corner of the yard, handed him a small mat and a handful of firewood: "Go and light the fire!"