"On my way back, I encountered Ye Xiao and have already sent him to Miss Shen to inquire if the consort is there."
Feng Xuan’s tone was urgent. Years of military life had long cultivated a calm deanor, yet there was a palpable trace of panic and anxiety in his eyes.
If the consort did not seek out Miss Shen, then her prolonged absence from Beili Camp...
The black bear incident clearly indicated that soone was scheming against the consort in secret.
If sothing unfortunate were to happen to her, given how much the master cares...
Feng Xuan’s thoughts were tumultuous, increasingly feeling the gravity of the situation, when he suddenly heard Nangong Mo speak in a low voice:
"Gather all personnel imdiately and stand by in the bamboo grove behind the camp."
Feng Xuan was stunned, "My lord, shouldn’t we wait for Ye Xiao to return?"
After speaking, he t Nangong Mo’s gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. He imdiately cupped his fists, "I will handle it at once!"
Nangong Mo clenched the mask in his hand and looked out at the ink-dark sky, his eyes deep as the sea.
Soon, Ye Xiao returned, just in ti to catch the guards assembled in the bamboo grove.
The bamboo grove was tranquil, its surroundings eerily cold under the moonlight, filled with a foreboding aura that sent chills down one’s spine.
Ye Xiao, abandoning his usual playful deanor, showed a rare serious expression, "My lord, the consort is not with Miss Shen."
Nangong Mo’s hand, hidden within his sleeve, slightly tightened. Standing against the moonlight, his expression was unreadable, only the cold and intimidating aura surrounding him was sensed.
Ye Xiao called uneasily, "My lord?"
"Follow my orders, form groups of three, and search throughout the camp using the positions of the sixty-four hexagrams to find the consort’s whereabouts. Do not miss any place. Report back imdiately upon discovery."
"Yes!"
Nangong Mo raised his hand, and the guards in black swiftly dispersed, silently rging into the boundless night.
In an instant, only Nangong Mo and Feng Xuan remained in the vast bamboo grove.
Nangong Mo glanced at him and said softly, "You should go too."
"My lord, allow to accompany you?"
The long years of mutual understanding made Feng Xuan realize that Nangong Mo intended to personally investigate the Crown Prince’s residence.
The Crown Prince’s special status ant his residence must be heavily guarded, with countless visible and hidden sentries. Furthermore, his mind is deeply cunning and calculating, making it extrely dangerous!
Nangong Mo was about to refuse outright, but Feng Xuan’s gaze at that mont resembled a soon-to-be-abandoned stray dog...
Nangong Mo pursed his lips and agreed to let him accompany, then his figure flickered like a white streak of light and disappeared into the distance.
Feng Xuan knew his Qinggong martial skills and Inner Strength were far inferior to his master’s. Not daring to delay, he quickly caught up, using the night as cover to infiltrate the Crown Prince’s estate.
...
At this mont, Shen Mubai was daydreaming in the tent.
A candle was lit inside the tent, and he held a military book in his hand, sitting at the table, but had not turned a page for a long ti.
He had maintained this posture for almost an hour.
Yu Qingyan, in her nightgown, gently approached with a cup of tea, handed it to him and softly said, "Mr. Shen, it’s very late, the night is cold. Please rest early!"
Shen Mubai flipped two pages of the book to cover his embarrassnt, "Qing’er, I’m not sleepy yet. I’ll read for a while longer, you go to bed first, don’t worry about ."
Hearing this, Yu Qingyan softly sighed, "Mr. Shen, I know that you heard about Miss Lin’s peril at the cliff today, you’re very worried about her. But it’s already quite late tonight, and it’s sowhat inconvenient. You should go to bed, and tomorrow morning you can visit her, alright?"
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