Since that's the case, then the most normal clothes are the best, while night clothes would only attract more attention.

Thinking about it, she put down her clothes, stood up from the bed, and began to carefully examine the items placed in the cabinet.

Several cabinets had doors, and Song Xizhi tiptoed to open them one by one.

The man remained sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, his expression gentle, but his gaze constantly followed the busy Song Xizhi.

I don't know what he suddenly thought of, but he said out of the blue, "Your demeanor just now was quite domineering, which really caught my eye."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi recalled the scene from earlier, his lips twitched, and he became even more certain of his earlier guess. He then turned to look at him:

"Your call just now was quite pleasant to hear, and it was refreshing."

I didn't expect this man to be so good at making noise.

The man raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but then saw a smug smile on Song Xizhi's face.

She took out the clothes she had found and showed them to He Jingyan: "Found them! This Zhao Qingshu is really meticulous."

Not only were spared clothes provided for guests using the bedroom, but masks were also provided, knowing that they did not want to reveal their identities.

Presumably, all the dignitaries in that noisy hall were wearing masks.

Song Xizhi thought for a moment and then carefully searched through the clothes he had found.

There were men and women.

However, the man's clothes were conventional, made of soft fabric, and clearly cost a lot of money.

However, the woman's dress was a dance costume, made of thin fabric. Although it was covered by a veil, it was still too revealing.

He Jingyan had somehow gotten close to her, staring at the dance costume in her hand, and remained silent for a moment.

He suddenly said, "Why don't you go out dressed in black?"

Song Xizhi was shocked by his idea and turned to look at him in confusion: "You want me to wear night clothes and parade around the city?"

He Jingyan nodded seriously: "Put it out to the public as my special fetish."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's lips twitched violently.

The two eventually wore the clothes Zhao Qingshu had prepared, along with veils and masks, and blended into the crowd outside.

As soon as Song Xizhi and He Jingyan stepped outside, they were greeted by a completely different world.

Song Xizhi gazed at the magnificent hall, where a high stage was built, and scantily clad dancers were gracefully performing on the extravagant stage.

The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, accompanied by decadent music.

The entire hall was shrouded in mist, and men of all kinds, young and old, with different body types, sat in the audience in front of the stage, wearing masks, and accompanied by three or four beautiful women.

But they all have one thing in common.

They were all puffing on cigarettes, seemingly inhaling something, their expressions glazed and intoxicated, even somewhat unable to control their words and actions.

Occasionally, a man would stumble to his feet and get into a conflict, causing quite a commotion.

At this point, patrolling guards would come over to dissuade the woman from taking the distraught man to a side room to rest.

Song Xizhi was utterly horrified by the scene before him. His blood seemed to freeze, and he could only feel a buzzing in his ears.

She finally understood what was wrong with the fragrance she had smelled as soon as she stepped into the place.

Zhao Qingshu not only orchestrated power-for-sex transactions, but he also organized people to use these addictive drugs!

All the people seated in this hall are wealthy and powerful officials in the Great Gan court, the very lifeblood of the Great Gan!

As Song Xizhi was thinking, her eyes sharpened, and she felt the man's clasped hands tightening around her.

She winced slightly in pain, then looked up in the man's direction.

Then he saw that the man's aura was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with dark emotions as he tried his best to suppress them.

Song Xizhi naturally knew why he was angry.

He Jingyan joined the army at a young age and guarded the frontier for more than ten years, fighting against the Western Rong, and was unable to return home.

For more than a decade, he and a group of ambitious young people risked their lives, watching helplessly as their comrades-in-arms fell one by one, and he himself almost died in an ambush.

At this moment, He Jingyan saw these licentious and immoral officials in the capital, and thought of the harsh and cold frontier, and those young and inexperienced faces.

Song Xizhi took a deep breath, then secretly squeezed He Jingyan's large hand and shook it slightly.

She tiptoed slightly and whispered in He Jingyan's ear:

"The best course of action now is to gather as much information as possible."

Feeling the woman's warm breath on his ear, her voice was soft and gentle.

He knew she understood him.

Thinking of this, He Jingyan closed his eyes and finally composed himself.

Now we can be certain of one thing: Zhao Qingshu dared to do such a thing openly in the capital, damaging the officials of Daqian and shaking the foundation of Daqian.

He, and the entire Zhao clan, are absolutely connected to the Western Rong.

Thinking it over, He Jingyan took Song Xizhi's hand again and slowly walked into the crowd.

Song Xizhi's hand was held by his warm palm, and his body moved forward uncontrollably with his strength.

Before she could ask He Jingyan about his next plans, she saw him walk to the audience seats in front of the stage. He casually picked a seat and sat down with an air of nonchalance, looking carefree and unrestrained.

Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback by his sudden action.

But the man in front of him was simply too outstanding. Even though he was wearing a mask and the clothes provided by Zhao Qingshu, he still had an aura that he couldn't hide.

As she gracefully took her seat at the table, her noble aura drew the attention of the men and women nearby, who all kept an eye on what was happening in her direction.

Song Xizhi felt a tightness in his chest as he sensed the gazes of the crowd.

Seeing that He Jingyan still seemed completely indifferent, she hurriedly stepped forward, glancing at the women around her out of the corner of her eye, and then sweetly moved closer to He Jingyan.

A pair of small, soft hands, mimicking the mannerisms of other women, wandered up to the man's shoulders, gently kneading his neck and shoulders.

He Jingyan's large hand naturally touched the soft flesh of the woman's lower back, and he looked like he was enjoying it very much.

Seeing his lecherous look, his noble aura vanished, and he resembled a wealthy playboy, they all turned back.

Song Xizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, "How do we investigate?"