Some places were circled in red ink.
Pan Hai explained, “Those circled in red were people who seemed suspicious at the time, but deeper investigation yielded nothing of value.”
Yu Jin was increasingly impressed by Pan Hai’s meticulous work and the fact that they still couldn’t find that person showed how deeply hidden they were.
After slowly reading through it once, Yu Jin closed the register and handed it back to Pan Hai.
Pan Hai was startled: “Has Your Highness finished reading?”
“Yes. May I take this register back to look at it again?”
After some hesitation, Pan Hai still refused: “That wouldn’t be proper…”
Although the Emperor had ordered Prince Yan to participate, taking such a register containing palace secrets outside the palace could cause many problems if it fell into the wrong hands.
“Your Highness can read it here.”
Yu Jin smiled: “My prolonged stay in the palace would also be improper.”
It was precisely when the Third and Fourth Princes were fighting fiercely. If he stayed in the palace for most of the day, who knows what those mad dogs would think.
For Yu Jin, the most important thing now was for Jiang Si to give birth safely. He didn’t want to get involved in any trouble.
“It’s fine. I’ve more or less memorized it. I’ll go back, organize my thoughts, and look for clues.”
Pan Hai was stunned, his tone strange: “You’ve memorized it all?”
Yu Jin corrected: “Just more or less.”
Pan Hai’s mouth twitched.
Hehe, Prince Yan must be joking with him, right?
Such a register, if it were stories, it might be possible to retell after one reading, but to remember all these names after just flipping through once?
He wanted to question it, but reason stopped him from asking.
After Yu Jin left the palace, Pan Hai returned to the Imperial Study to report.
“Has Prince Yan left?”
“Yes, he has.” Pan Hai couldn’t help but tell Emperor Jingming what had just happened.
Emperor Jingming put aside his scroll, looking surprised: “You’re saying that the Seventh Prince has a photographic memory?”
Pan Hai hurriedly said, “That’s what Prince Yan claimed.”
He wouldn’t take the blame for this. What if Prince Yan was boasting?
Emperor Jingming’s gloomy mood of many days lightened, and he smiled for the first time in a while: “This Seventh Prince, he knows how to cheer people up.”
Photographic memory and such, based on his years of reading novels, were traits only possessed by prodigies with extraordinary talents.
Wait a minute, he was the Emperor. Why couldn’t one of his many sons be a prodigy?