Zebin saw the imperial token in Cheng Shaoshang's hand and knew that this was not a good time to turn against the emperor.

Moreover, Song Zhiyuan had indeed been working for his own prince, and this matter should not be underestimated.

"His Highness was unwell this evening and has now retired for the night. Please wait a moment, Lord Cheng, while I go and inform him."

Zebin opened the hidden door to the secret room in Yue Zhixiao's room. Hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from inside, he froze, his heart pounding as if someone had squeezed it.

"Your Highness, someone from the Dali Temple has arrived. They say there's been some progress in Song Zhiyuan's case, which is related to you. They need you to go there, and they've brought the Imperial Sword with them."

A moment later, Yue Zhixiao dressed and came out of the dark room. "It's taken care of."

The lingering scent of intimacy in the dark room made Zebin frown. Looking at the unconscious "beauty" on the bed, the marks of their lovemaking and the bloody whip marks were all stimulating to him.

Zebin smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes; the light in them seemed to vanish in an instant.

After a long pause, he softly uttered a question: "Did I ever have a place in your heart?"

Zebin led the "beauty" out of the dark room through a hidden door.

"Hey, hey, Yue Zhixiao is gone. Cheng Shaoshang called him away. There's no one outside. Let's go out."

Yan An pulled Yue Xiyuan and their consciousness flashed, leaving the space.

The alluring smell mixed with the stench of blood outside made Yue Xiyuan and Yan An frown. Yan An reached out and flicked a pill into the air, and the smell in the room instantly disappeared.

Yan An raised his head at Yue Xiyuan and said, "Didn't expect Yue Zhixiao to play such a trick, did you?"

Yue Xiyuan paused, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down: An'an said that getting angry makes you age faster...

"So many innocent lives were wiped out by him..."

Yue Xiyuan seemed even more annoyed, his eyes grew colder, and his brows furrowed.

"It seems that these two secret doors can only be opened inside the Prince Xiao's mansion. It will take some time for Zebin to return. Let's go and see if there's anything useful there."

“Okay.” Yan An took out two pairs of gloves from his spatial storage. “Put these on.”

Asking Yue Xiyuan, who has always been a germaphobe, to search every corner of this place would probably be more painful for him than killing him.

The two searched for a long time, but found nothing useful except some whips, sticks, and so on.

"It seems that this place is just a place for Yue Zhixiao to keep his mistress, and he wouldn't hide anything useful here."

"An'an, there's a trap here, let's go in."

A heavy stone door was opened. "It's the study!"

Yan An jumped onto Yue Xiyuan's back with delight, hooking her arms around his neck.

"Yay! Yue Xiyuan, we finally found him, let's get to work."

Yue Xiyuan's back was so stiff that he dared not move. Before he could react, Yan An had already gotten off his back and began searching for evidence.

Yue Xiyuan looked at Yan An with gentle eyes, his gaze filled with deep affection, as if it were about to overflow. "Okay."

“Map! Map of the darkroom! The money transferred from Song Zhiyuan over the years has really been used to recruit soldiers and horses. What a coincidence! It’s a good time to test the printer in my lab.”

Just as Yan An closed her divine sense, a strange feeling suddenly flowed through her mind. It was something she had never experienced before. Immediately afterwards, a printer appeared in the laboratory, and Yan An also sensed its appearance through her divine sense.

“I have a good thing that can make rubbings of these.”

Yan An and Yue Xiyuan carried some of the evidence they had found into the lab. "This is it. It's called a printer. Let me see if I can make copies."

The printer is connected to the computer, but the computer can only output experimental data and cannot do anything else, so she doesn't know if it can make copies.

Yan An opened the cardboard box, looked inside at the papers, closed it again, and placed the ledger at the scanner.

"Yes! Yes! We're out."

A sheet of copy paper is fed out of the printer.

"You always seem to have everything I need. How can I love you so much?"

"Wooden horse!" Yan An gave the bracelet on her left wrist a big kiss.

Every side of his An'an is so adorable, he can never get enough of looking at her. Yue Xiyuan's eyes were tender and affectionate as he looked at Yan An with increasing doting.

"Look!" Yan An handed the photocopied map to Yue Xiyuan.

“It’s exactly the same, An’an is amazing.” Yue Xiyuan touched Yan An’s forehead. “You make the copy here, and I’ll go look for other places.”

"Okay, I'll see you out."

An hour later, Yue Xiyuan and Yan An thoroughly searched Yue Zhixiao's secret study and copied all the evidence.

Yue Zhixiao was overly cautious; all of these things, including private letters with officials, were signed in Zebin's name.

"Yue Zhixiao actually raised so many troops! But where they are located isn't marked on the map."

If the map shows the location of the troops, she'll immediately rush over, poison them all, and annihilate them in one fell swoop. "Sigh! Reality is often so cruel!"

"Let's put these back in their original places first. Based on this alone, Yue Zhixiao could easily say that Zebin did it in secret. We still need to think things through more carefully."

The two put everything back in its original place, just as they had when they came in.

"An'an, do you know where Zebin left from?"

Yan An pointed to the direction directly opposite the bed in the dormitory, "It sounded like this direction to me."

"Okay, let's go out from here, let's go."

The moment Yan An emerged from the dark cave, a bad premonition arose in her heart, which grew stronger and stronger.

"I knew that bastard was no good!"

A small, bluish-green snake flicked its tongue at Yan An, as if taunting them.

Yan An tied a purse filled with insect repellent powder around her waist, and Yue Xiyuan pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Yan An's cheek pressed against Yue Xiyuan's warm chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat within him.

To hell with snakes! She's not afraid of them at all!

Yan An tightened her grip on Yue Xiyuan's neck.

Yue Xiyuan carried Yan An to an open space and said, "Your Highness and Your Highness's Consort are I here."

"Has anyone come out from here two hours ago?"

“Your Highness, Yue Zhixiao’s personal guard Zebin left here with someone an hour and a half ago. I was afraid that Zebin would find me, so I did not approach.”

Yue Xiyuan stood beside Yan An, his face cold and his gaze icy, his eyes as cold as ice and snow for millennia, making An Shi, who was standing to the side, tremble with fear.

"Um."

"Eat this, and it will temporarily conceal your presence, making you undetectable even to experts."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The princess is so wonderful, and it seems like she has all sorts of treasures.

He envied An Si even more. He also wished he could serve the princess, but his martial arts and agility were inferior to An Si's. He would definitely practice more diligently when he got back!