In Chen Zhennan's profound words, Yan Shiyu seemed to hear a thunderous revelation. A flash of understanding appeared in his eyes, and he quickly turned around and walked firmly to find Lin Cheng.

At noon that day, the sun was scorching the earth. Lin Cheng led a group of soldiers, their faces solemn, through the bustling streets, holding newly printed notices in their hands.

Lin Cheng's expression was not good; his brows were furrowed, and his eyes flashed with anger and self-reproach.

He had long suspected that there might be traitors lurking within the Bohai Navy, but he never expected that these traitors would be able to allow more than forty of Shadow's ships to escape from Dayan. This was undoubtedly a great irony of his lax military discipline.

Lin Cheng originally planned to investigate the matter secretly to avoid alarming the Emperor, since such a mistake was too embarrassing.

He secretly vowed to find these traitors and bring them to justice.

However, he did not expect Chen Zhennan to have such keen insight that he had already seen through everything.

The notices were posted in prominent positions on the city walls, in the market, and in the restaurants. Lin Cheng's movements were swift and powerful, as if he were carrying out a vital mission concerning life and death.

The notice caused an immediate sensation throughout the city as soon as it was posted.

The murmurs of voices surged forth like a tide, drowning out the noise of the streets and the cries of vendors in the market.

However, to everyone's surprise, the most discussed topic was not who betrayed the Great Yan, but Chen Zhennan's magnanimity.

The people gathered around the notice, whispering among themselves, their expressions gradually shifting from initial shock to admiration.

An elderly man with white hair stroked his beard and said, "His Majesty is truly magnanimous. Such a broad mind is a blessing for us common people!"

The young man beside him, his eyes gleaming with excitement, said with admiration, "Yes, the Emperor not only didn't pursue the matter, but also chose to forgive. Such magnanimity is truly admirable!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the city.

People were discussing this topic in teahouses, restaurants, and on the streets.

Chen Zhennan's name was mentioned again and again, but some of the people involved were acting out of a guilty conscience.

Lin Cheng dispatched his own guards, all of whom were carefully selected elites. They changed into ordinary civilian clothes and quietly blended into the bustling crowd.

Their only goal was to find clues about the traitor among the crowd.

Lin Cheng originally planned to start his investigation directly from the military camp, believing that there must be clues hidden there.

But after careful consideration, he realized that the operation of releasing more than forty Shadow ships must have involved a large number of people.

Therefore, he decided to adopt a more cautious strategy, following the clues step by step to gather evidence.

This method not only avoids alerting the enemy, but also ensures that innocent people are not wronged.

Lin Cheng's investigation was in full swing. His guards moved through the crowd like cheetahs, their sharp eyes observing every suspicious detail.

They had spies everywhere—in taverns, markets, streets, and even around military camps—so that no movement could escape their notice.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Prince of Bohai's mansion, Chen Zhennan was engrossed in reviewing memorials.

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered, casting a long shadow of Chen Zhennan on the wall.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes focused and sharp, and he carefully reviewed every memorial.

He held a calligraphy brush in his hand, the tip of which danced across the memorial, leaving behind lines of vigorous and powerful characters.

Time slipped away quietly as the pen danced across the paper, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Although memorials were received daily, what worried Chen Zhennan the most was the situation in the Northeast and the Southwest.

It has been twenty days since I set sail, and there has been no new report from either side.

"Your Majesty, the reports from the Northeast and Southwest have not yet arrived. Should we send someone to urge them?"

Chen Zhennan raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of weariness, and turned to look at Yan Shiyu.

"No, either nothing has happened, or they're on the run. What I need to do now is be patient."

Just as Chen Zhennan was anxiously awaiting the memorials from the Northeast and Southwest, the door to his study was suddenly pushed open without any warning or knocking.

Yan Shiyu reacted quickly, instinctively drawing his long sword. With a flash of light, he pointed it towards the door, like a vigilant cheetah ready to pounce on the intruder.

Outside the door, Song Yunyang, dressed in a blue robe, slowly walked in, clutching two memorials in her hand.

His steps were unhurried, and a calm smile graced his face, as if he were walking into his own backyard rather than a study.

Yan Shiyu hurriedly put down his long sword, the glint of the blade disappearing. His expression changed from tense to embarrassed, his cheeks slightly flushed, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Yan Shiyu hurriedly knelt on one knee, but Song Yunyang told him to get up, as she herself felt uncomfortable with such a grand gesture.

Chen Zhennan was shocked when he heard the sound and looked over. He never expected that Song Yunyang would come looking for him.

Chen Zhennan hurriedly got up and took Song Yunyang's hand in two quick steps.

"Yunyang, you've come!"

Chen Zhennan's voice carried a hint of surprise as he spoke, gesturing for Song Yunyang to sit in his seat as if it were reserved just for her.

Song Yunyang sat down looking bewildered, her expression shifting from composure to confusion. She raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "What? I just arrived, and you're already asking me to do work for you?"

Chen Zhennan clicked his tongue, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression changed from enthusiastic to mischievous.

"I was just trying to be nice and let you sit down and rest, but you've taken my kindness for granted. Since you've said that, I won't stand on ceremony, and I'll hand these memorials over to you."

As he spoke, he pushed the memorial toward Song Yunyang, as if conducting a silent handover ceremony.

"No, I am the Empress!"

Song Yunyang immediately retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of jest, emphasizing her own identity.

"I am the Emperor!"

Not to be outdone, Chen Zhennan's voice carried a hint of authority as he reminded Song Yunyang who was in charge here.

"I am a woman!"

Song Yunyang continued to refute, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness, as if she were playing the role of a weak woman.

"I am your husband!"

Chen Zhennan immediately chimed in, a smug look on his face, enjoying the role-playing game.

"I am a marshal, I am not qualified to handle state affairs!"

"I am……"

Chen Zhennan wanted to continue arguing, but Yan Shiyu had already rolled his eyes and his expression changed from awkward to speechless. He then turned and walked out of the study on his own.

Inside the study, Chen Zhennan and Song Yunyang abruptly stopped.

"Yunyang, you really have to deal with these memorials for me. I'm feeling a bit too weak, so I'm finally here to cover for you."

Song Yunyang nodded and then handed the two memorials in her hand to Chen Zhennan.

"Let's look at these two memorials first; they are very important."