lovenovelstory Chapter 2 You said I have a listening system?
Chapter 2 You said I have a listening system?
After leaving the main house and passing through the covered corridor, Yin'e strode towards the gate of the mansion.
The Tenth Prince's Mansion was shrouded in a thin layer of mist in the early morning, and the dew on the flowers and trees glistened in the morning light.
Several eunuchs who were sweeping and cleaning were busy in the courtyard. When they saw their master come out, they all knelt down and bowed.
Outside the mansion gate, a small sedan chair with a blue curtain, carried by four men, was already prepared. The curtain was embroidered with a four-clawed python pattern, a symbol of a prince's rank.
Standing beside the sedan chair was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall with a square face and a neatly trimmed short beard.
He was none other than Niohuru Yinde, the chief secretary of Yin'e's household.
Yin De was the sixth son of Ebilun, one of the four regents in the early Kangxi reign, and had accompanied Kangxi in his campaigns against Galdan.
He is now serving as a steward in Yin'e's household.
According to seniority, Yin De was still Yin'e's maternal uncle, but in the servile society of the Qing Dynasty, even if he was an elder, it didn't matter.
Even when they see someone who loves their family, they have to kneel down and call themselves slaves.
However, Yin De was intelligent and capable, and he knew his place well, which made Yin Yi trust him exceptionally.
Upon seeing Yin'e emerge, Yin De quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Greetings to the Tenth Prince."
"Yes." Yin'e nodded. "Is the sedan chair ready?"
"It's ready." Yin De straightened up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Tenth Master, you're up early today. Is there something important on your mind?"
"What do you think?" Yin'e said irritably as he got into the sedan chair. "Of course, we're going to make money."
Upon hearing this, Yin De's expression changed slightly: "Tenth Master, this matter... this servant should not speak out, but there are some things I must say."
"Speak your mind, get to the point, stop beating around the bush."
"According to my observation, it seems that neither the Eighth Prince nor the Ninth Prince intends to lend you money."
The previous times you went to borrow money, Ninth Master interrupted you and changed the subject to other matters.
"I know."
Yin De was taken aback, not expecting him to answer so decisively.
"But I have to keep asking, otherwise what am I supposed to do? Do you really want me to make a fool of myself in front of all the officials?"
Yin De opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.
He had served by the Tenth Master's side for many years and knew his master's temperament well: he was concerned about his reputation, impulsive, and acted without thinking, but he just wouldn't listen to advice.
Constantly raising questions without offering solutions will only breed resentment.
"Lift the sedan chair!" Yin De waved his hand, and four sedan chair bearers steadily lifted the sedan chair and strode towards Jixian Street.
The sedan chair passed through the alleys by Shichahai Lake and turned onto the main road in the northwest of the imperial city.
As dawn broke, more and more pedestrians appeared on the streets.
A vendor carrying tofu pudding on a shoulder pole, a peddler selling needles, thread, and cosmetics, a farmer driving a donkey cart to deliver vegetables to the city...
The shouts, hawking cries, and the neighing of donkeys and horses mingled together, creating a symphony of the morning market.
Yin'e lifted a corner of the sedan curtain and looked outside.
This was the first time he had stepped out of the Prince's Mansion after traveling through time and seen the real Beijing during the Kangxi era.
The streets are lined with shops with gray bricks and blue tiles, and various signs hang under the eaves;
In the distance are majestic palace walls and corner towers.
Further away, the white pagoda of Beihai Park appears and disappears in the distance.
"This is Beijing three hundred years ago..." He was momentarily dazed.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sedan chair stopped in front of the Eighth Prince's residence on Jixian Street.
Just to the east of the Eighth Prince's residence, separated only by a wall, lies the residence of the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen.
The two mansions were located next to each other, with their doors facing each other, which was indeed a bit too close.
At this moment, a sedan chair was already parked at the bottom of the steps in front of the Eighth Prince's mansion.
Yin De recognized it at a glance; it was the sedan chair of the Ninth Prince, Yin Tang.
"Ninth Master is here too," Yin De whispered behind him.
Yin'e nodded.
It seems these two gentlemen got up even earlier than him and are already chatting.
"Wait outside," Yin'e instructed, straightened his clothes, and strode towards the gate of the mansion.
Upon seeing that it was the Tenth Master, the guards at the gate immediately bowed and made way for him without even needing to announce his arrival.
The original owner's memories told him that the study on the north side of the backyard was where the Eighth Prince usually received guests and discussed matters.
Relying on his memory, Yin'e wandered through several twists and turns, passing through several moon gates and around a clump of green bamboo, and finally arrived at the backyard.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he could faintly hear human voices, intermittent and barely audible.
That's the direction of the study.
Judging from the voices, it must be the eighth and ninth brothers talking inside.
But the distance was too great, and the sound was so muffled that it was as if it were separated by a thick layer of cotton wool. He strained his ears but couldn't hear a single word.
"What are those two whispering about?" Yin'e wondered to himself, and his pace slowed down.
Just as he was listening intently, filled with doubt,
Suddenly, my eyes lit up.
A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from the palm of his left hand.
Yin'e squinted subconsciously, and when the light dimmed slightly, he saw a thin book lying quietly in his palm.
The cover prominently displays the four characters "Overheard".
The pages were as white as feathers, shimmering with a faint fluorescent light, unlike anything found in the mortal world.
Yin'e stared at the book for a long time, his heart beating faster involuntarily.
"What is this?" he wondered to himself. "Could it be... this is my transmigration cheat code?"
With that in mind, how could he dare to be negligent?
My fingers trembled slightly as I quickly turned to the first page.
Clear lines of text appeared on the page:
[User: Aisin-Gioro Yin'e]
Age: 24
[Identity: Tenth son of the Kangxi Emperor]
[Status: Subordinate to the Eighth Prince Yinzhi, and has not formed a personal power faction]
[Comment: Poor intelligence; squandered a winning hand]
Yin'e stared at the comment, his lips twitched, and he nodded unconsciously: "Yes, that is indeed me, very fair."
He took a deep breath and turned to the second page.
This page contains even less content, just a few words, like a user manual for the system:
The system's capabilities are derived from the degree of favorability the monitored party has towards the user; the higher the favorability, the more powerful the monitoring system.
Please write down the object you want to monitor.
Yin'e felt a sudden chill run down his spine as he looked at the words.
Eavesdropping? Could this book... allow him to hear what anyone is saying?
He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the study with the lights on not far away.
The eighth and ninth brothers are inside, and what they are saying now may be exactly the information he desperately needs to know.
The thought crossed his mind, and without hesitation, he stretched out his finger and, using it as a pen, tentatively wrote Lao Ba's name on the page.
As soon as the handwriting touched the paper, new text quickly appeared on the page:
Target locked
Target of surveillance: Aisin Gioro Yinzhi
Current favorability rating: 40.3 (Friendly)
Listening distance: 30 meters, unobstructed.
Hint: Half of his "friendliness" towards you stems from genuinely believing you are controllable, while the other half is based on the idea that "Although Lao Shi is foolish, he is loyal enough."