"The Prince of Yan's Mansion?" Zu An was surprised. How did he get involved with the Prince of Yan's Mansion?

Unlike some idle princes in the previous life, this world is full of war. For the sake of the empire's stability, these princes all have soldiers and food in their hands, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are their own country.

Of course, because Zhao Hao was strong enough and the imperial court was full of talented people, these local princes did not dare to disobey the central government's orders.

But now the death of the seventh-ranked gold medalist has implicated the Prince of Yan. If it was really done by them, that would be an open rebellion with unimaginable consequences.

However, Zuan immediately realized that when the seventh-ranked gold medalist told him, he seemed preoccupied. What could make the gold medalist in charge of a region so cautious, and even dare not publicize it without solid evidence?

What else could it be besides the affairs of the local feudal lords?

Moreover, these are by no means ordinary matters; they would most likely involve something like treason.

Upon realizing this, Zu An's expression immediately turned serious. It seemed that this trip to Zishan was even more dangerous than he had imagined.

He looked at Zhang Zitong: "Do you know anything about that wizard?"

Zhang Zitong shook her head and frowned, saying, "I only know that the wizard's surname is Huo, and everyone calls him Mr. Huo. But he lives a secluded life and rarely shows his face. I know very little else about him. If I weren't an Embroidered-Robed Envoy, I probably wouldn't even know he existed."

“Mr. Huo…” Zuan silently memorized the name.

At this moment, Zhang Zitong volunteered, "Why don't I go and arrest this Mr. Huo and interrogate him?"

Xiao Jianren, standing to the side, was shocked: "This is absolutely unacceptable. In the end, it's just speculation that Mr. Huo is related to the death of the Seventh Master. We have no evidence. What if he denies it and turns around and accuses us? Moreover, he is a guest of the Prince of Yan. If the Prince of Yan were to impeach us, we would all be in deep trouble."

Zhang Zitong's expression shifted between light and dark. Rationally, she knew he was right. Moreover, the Prince of Yan didn't even need to submit a memorial to impeach him. With the Prince of Yan's power in Yi County, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make their silver medal and embroidered robe disappear. Even if it came to light, the Prince of Yan would still be in the right.

However, emotionally she couldn't accept knowing the suspect was there but not being able to interrogate him.

Zu An said in a deep voice, "This matter cannot be rushed. There are no small matters when it involves a vassal king. In the next few days, try other methods to find out information about Mr. Huo. It would be even better if you could find out his activity patterns. Remember not to alert him. Also, continue to investigate the line of contact between the seven men and women before their deaths. As usual, let me know when you have any results. I will come over in a few days."

Now that the necessary investigations have been completed, the remaining clues will take time. There's no need for him to travel thousands of miles every night. To be honest, even someone with an iron body would find it hard to keep up.

Xiao Jianren had grown accustomed to his solitary nature, and given that each of his appearances had brought new clues, he admired him and assumed he was simply going to investigate clues elsewhere.

After saying goodbye to the two, Zuan rode his Windfire Wheels all the way back.

We spent less time today and arrived near the campsite earlier than usual.

It was the time of day before dawn when everyone was most tired. Zu'an had been traveling back and forth these past few days and had hardly closed his eyes. He thought he must get a good night's sleep later.

I landed near the camp and was about to sneak in when I suddenly noticed several figures acting suspiciously.

Zu An looked closely and couldn't help but look strange. Weren't these the rebels from Shuanglong Mountain before?

These people must have a death wish; how dare they come back and attack the camp?

The key question is, what can a few people accomplish?

Although it is late at night, the elite Imperial Guards cannot be unprepared. Even if all those rebels from last time came, it would be a miracle if they succeeded in raiding the camp.

However, his doubts were soon answered. These people clearly did not dare to attack the main camp. Judging from their movements, they seemed to be planning to set fire to the army's supplies.

They took out their crossbows, poured oil on them, clearly not daring to enter the camp, and planned to shoot fire arrows in from a distance outside.

"Keep your voices down, or we're all doomed."

"Do you need to teach me this? Where's the fire? Quickly get the fire briquette out."

"Huh, where did I go? Did I drop it somewhere?"

...

Several people searched their bodies thoroughly, but they couldn't find it anywhere.

"Is this what you're looking for?" a voice asked from behind, holding out a hand covered in fire folds.

The men were terrified. When had this person stolen their belongings? If he had just casually stabbed them then, they would have been dead already.

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"Get out of here!" The group of people ran off in different directions in unison, thinking it was better to die for their own companions than to die themselves, hoping to see which unlucky fellow would be targeted.

Unfortunately, their imagination was too limited; they never expected that the other side could capture everyone at the same time.

Zuan unleashed the Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique, and a powerful suction force pulled the scattered people back.

"My lord, spare our lives!" The men had never seen anything like this before, and they were all terrified, their faces turning ashen. They kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Zuan frowned and asked, "Why did you come to set this fire?"

Although these people were considered to have decent cultivation levels among the rebels, attacking the main camp was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and they didn't seem like the kind of people who were willing to die for their cause.

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