Concubine's Pond

On the second day after the Prince Regent's wedding, the sky in Shangjing felt like a big hole had been broken. The sound of thunder was like a drum, and the sky was pierced by snow and lightning. The rainstorm continued for several days without a break. The whole city of Shangjing seemed to be flooded. Same.

In the capital city, people were also panic-stricken—on the second day after Huangfu Ye's wedding, at least four powerful and powerful families in the dynasty were sentenced to treason and ransacked their families, and countless officials of the same faction were imprisoned. Howls shook the sky, and the prison was stained with blood.

Every day, there are the Prince Regent's personal guards in cold black armor, the royal guards riding horses, holding cold knives and halberds, rushing to the execution ground expressionlessly in the rainstorm or dragging crying officials, or murderous everywhere. Searching for fugitives.

The blood in Shangjing City was soaring.

"Your Highness, the remnants of the criminal officials of the four families in the city have been wiped out! As for their important figures scattered in various places, the shadow guards who are monitoring them have been summoned to clean them up."

In the study room of the Prince Regent's Mansion, Qing Ling knelt down on one knee in front of Huangfu Ye, drenched all over his body, and said respectfully, the stern look of killing in his eyes still did not fade away, "After this layout of His Highness, I believe that the remnants of the previous dynasty have planted in the court. The nails have almost been pulled out."

"...Qingling, you are wrong. In this layout, the king and the person behind the scenes can only be regarded as a tie. If you can't find him in one day, and you can't find the organization lair behind him, even if you beat them to death... It will also recover quickly." Jue Shi's eyes were as indifferent as snow, Huangfu Ye glanced at him lightly, closed the intelligence file in his hand, the corners of his lips curled up, unpredictable, "How about Mo Xun? Is it him? "

Qingling's eyes suddenly changed slightly and became serious.

"Your Highness, he has no flaws, so we can't be sure. Ying Luo and I tried our best to test him at the same time. He palmed us each lightly. His inner strength is strong and peaceful, and he doesn't look like someone who has suffered serious internal injuries."

What?Huangfu Ye narrowed his eyes suddenly, but soon relaxed, "In that case, just send more people to continue to monitor him."

"Yes." Qingling nodded.

"By the way, what about my senior brother? He must have chased that masked man that night, right? Have you come back yet?" Huangfu Ye was thoughtful, with a sinister and complex light flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for that, it's impossible for him not to show up these days, especially... that night, he broke his promise to Sha'er.He regards sand as treasure, how could he not kill her to 'ask for justice'?

"No, there is no trace at all." Qingling shook her head, but stopped talking.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Huangfu Ye glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"...The maid who served that one came to report, that one has been on a hunger strike for three days, since your night..." Qingling faltered, and finally did not continue.

"I'll go over and have a look." His eyes narrowed, heartache and guilt flashed by, Huangfu Yejun suddenly stood up with a tense face, and was about to walk out with a flick of his sleeves.

"...Your Highness, the imperial doctor in the mansion came to report that the princess has a high fever!" Qingling's eyes flashed strangely, and she hurriedly said loudly.

Huangfu Ye's footsteps froze suddenly, and he stopped.