Dai Lingyuan didn't care where Murong Jin had gone; he was going to find his young lady now.

"Yun'er is missing too?"

The old steward replied with a smile, "Yes, Miss and the Prince went out three days ago. As for where they went, the Prince didn't tell this old servant."

Dai Lingyuan's eyelids twitched. Yu Jing'er crossed her arms. "Let me see where she went."

Yu Jing'er took out a small bottle from her waist. "This is my little tool for finding people. As long as we know Murong Jin's scent, we can find him."

After the little red bug went to Murong Jin's room, it took a light sniff and then left the palace.

Yu Jing'er and Dai Lingyuan followed the little red insect to a restaurant. After seeing Ling Qiao'er, Yu Jing'er said, "You mean my brother? He did have a meal here a few days ago, but I don't know where he went..."

After arriving in the suburbs, Yu Jing'er looked at the secluded place and said, "Your Yun'er has been here before. The Prince and Miss Biao were probably together."

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Dai Lingyuan's eyes. What were these two doing in the suburbs?

field.

Looking around, they knew no one would come here. Yu Jing'er and Dai Lingyuan went over and smelled a strong stench of blood.

People who practice martial arts often have a much more sensitive sense of smell.

When they got there, it looked like a mass grave, with many fresh corpses lying on the ground, clearly only a few days old...

Yu Jing'er's eyes widened. "Could they have been surrounded and attacked?"

Dai Lingyuan squatted down and examined them, especially their clothes and the tokens.

They are from Lingjiu Pavilion.

How could so many people have died?

Then a figure landed in front of them. It was a masked man whose lightness skill was clearly superb. "Gentlemen, our sect leader invites you."

After they were taken to the Lingjiu Pavilion, Dai Lingyuan and Yu Jing'er stood below, looking at the noble chairs on the throne.

Then a familiar voice rang out.

"Oh? You're here."