The carriage was shaking and crossing the bustling streets. Zhang Biwu in the carriage looked deep and frowned, obviously considering extremely important things.

Today's party made him know Zhao Xuanji's plan, but now Zhang Biwu is in great trouble.

He was considering who to tell the plan.

Should I tell the prince or the one who is really standing behind him?

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Biwu suddenly asked the driver outside to "go to the Wangjia pickle shop."

"Yes, Master."

The coachman's response came from outside, and then the carriage changed direction, turned into another street, and finally stopped at the door of an old-fashioned pickle shop.

Zhang Biwu got out of the carriage, and a clever friend had already come into the inside and called the shopkeeper, and then he saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and flattering face to greet him.

"The little way is why the magpies always shouted at the door of the shop this morning, thinking in my heart that there must be a distinguished guest coming. It turns out that Lord Zhang, you are here."

The shopkeeper trotted quickly to the carriage and respectfully helped Zhang Biwu get out of the carriage. As long as Zhang Biwu was happy, he wished he could lie on the ground to serve as a human bench for Zhang Biwu.

Everyone loves to listen to good things. Although this flattery is not clever, Zhang Biwu also smiled.

"Shopkeeper Wang is so polite."

Zhang Biwu entered the shop and said, "I just like your pickles. I don't have a bite of pickles on weekdays and I just think that the meal is not delicious. Isn't it just passing by your house and see if there are any new pickles coming."

Manager Wang hurriedly said, "There are yes, and of course there are. It is our blessing to Lord Zhang like our pickles. Isn't it the best to keep two jars for Lord Zhang? I was thinking about whether to send them to the house tomorrow, but I didn't want Lord Zhang to come in person."

"But you also know that if you want to pickle good pickles, you will be too jealous before the jar, so please ask Lord Zhang to see him inside. Lord Zhang likes him, and the younger one will immediately pick him up to the mansion."

Zhang Biwu nodded and signaled Manager Wang to lead the way.

Seeing that the two left, two young men chatting at the door of the pickle shop looked at each other, and then one of them lowered his voice and said to the other: "Go back to report to the master, and he said that he saw Zhang Biwu entering the Wangjia pickle shop and went to the backyard with the shopkeeper. Everything seemed to be normal."

Another asked carefully: "Captain, it's not a secret that Zhang Biwu likes to eat Wang's pickles. It's normal for him to come here. Do you need to report this kind of thing? Will the elders think we are making a big deal?"

"If you ask you to go, go!"

The man glared and said, "You must do everything you have to do carefully and you must not be careless."

“Yes, yes.”

The man who responded to the sound turned around and ran away.

The captain who ordered that before Zhang Biwu came out, he simply went to the bun shop across the street to ask for a tray of buns, staring at the pickle shop while eating, and waiting for Zhang Biwu to come out.

And in a small tea shop further away, two middle-aged men stood up to check in and leave.

One person ordered the other person: "Zhao Xuanji already suspected Zhang Biwu and sent someone to follow him. He was unable to know what Zhang Biwu and Zhao Xuanji had talked about in the restaurant. He immediately sorted out the information into the file, handed it to the factory, and submitted it to His Highness through a secret channel."
Chapter completed!