The former said, "Are you hungry, bastard? There's an old man selling wontons over there. I'll go buy some wontons for us to eat at home. Man is made of iron, and rice is made of steel. Only after eating can we have the strength to continue looking."

The latter seemed to realize that he was being ignored. He touched his head awkwardly and pretended to be busy asking Su Yilan for advice.

"I heard that your father likes to raise dogs, and dogs are sensitive to smells, but why can't the Wucheng Bingmasi's special search dogs find Yan Zhuo's son based on smell?"

Hearing this, Su Yi gave him a deep look.

In the entire capital, there are probably not many people who call Prince Yan directly.

But he still patiently answered, "Although the search dogs are powerful, their search for smells is still limited to a certain range. Beyond two miles, they are basically useless. In addition, if someone deliberately uses other strong smells to hide and interfere, the search dogs will be useless..."

Pei Wenting was confused by what he heard. He had always thought that finding dogs were very powerful. He even said that he could raise one to take him to find corpses. This way, there might be many unsolved cases to investigate. Wouldn't that be much more exciting and interesting?

While the two were talking, Mu Dongjin quietly walked up to Jiang Yuanchen without being noticed.

At the moment, he was leaning against a roadside tree with a look of dejection on his face. His originally handsome, elegant, cold and noble image had been scorched by the burning of books, with several strands of his hair singed and a small part of his eyebrow missing. His white clothes and shoes were covered in black ash.

For some reason, there was a bit more worldly air than usual.

Mu Dongjin pursed her lips, worried about Xiaoyan. She knew how important the child was to Jiang Ying, and Jiang Ying was her savior. If possible, she would do anything.

But that's the way it is. The more you want to help, the less you can help.

So she understood Jiang Yuanchen's feelings very well. He was not as well-off as Jiang Yuanyi, and was just a commoner. He did not hold any official position in the court. He could not lead troops like Jiang Yuanyi, go through fire and water, and risk his life to find his nephew.

He wanted to rely on his brain, but the matter before him seemed beyond his scope of involvement...

"Here you go." Mu Jin hesitated for a long time, but finally handed the half-pinched handkerchief to Jiang Yuanchen.

When the latter looked at her slowly, she pointed at his nose and said, "It's all dusty. Wipe it off. Otherwise, your nephew will see it when he comes back and will definitely laugh at you, a sloppy uncle."

Jiang Yuanchen's eyes were empty and unfocused, but he was not an impolite person, so after taking the handkerchief, he said "thank you" and didn't say anything else. After all, his mind was now full of how to find the child, not how to make friends with Mu Jin.

Of course, before, he would spare no effort to send something to Mu Jin, sometimes a book, sometimes a bouquet of flowers, or a box of snacks, and he was very happy.

Taking care of younger sisters for his younger sister and caring for weak women will make him feel very motivated.

Because he read widely and worked hard for the imperial examinations, his greatest wish was to do his best to help the weak.

But at this moment, I feel that I have no self-awareness at all, which is extremely ridiculous.

If you can't even help your own sister and nephew, how can you help others?

Thinking of this, he hated his own uselessness even more. Looking at the 'culprit' Jiang Yuanlang, who was lying motionless in the shape of a Chinese character "꺶" on the grass not far away, looking like he had given up on himself, Jiang Yuanchen cheered up, walked over and looked down at him.

"Get up, my brother has already taken people to the city to look for it, and we don't want to hold them back. Let's go, I just heard Miss Su say that strong smells can cover up weak smells. We have almost searched the capital city in the past half month, but paid little attention to those low-class places. Now get up and go with me to search those places again!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yuanlang opened his eyes and ran so fast that he almost jumped off the ground.

His eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he undoubtedly looked the most haggard among the crowd. But after hearing Jiang Yuanchen's words, his eyes suddenly brightened up and he became energetic. "Really? Okay, okay, then let's go quickly, and look carefully, and don't miss any corner where the child is hiding!"

As shameful as he is, he can do anything now except being idle.

Otherwise, the regret and self-pity in his mind would devour him until not a bone was left.

It would be better to get busy and search, search until the end. If Xiao Yanjian was really harmed by him, then there is no need to keep his life.

However, before the two men got up and walked completely into the city, they heard the urgent and powerful sound of horse hooves.

Subconsciously, they looked back together...

The capital city was under strict martial law, and people outside the city were told not to enter unless it was an urgent matter. The two of them had a hunch that the person who dared to rush forward at this time was someone who was delivering news about their nephew.

No matter if it was Prince Yan's subordinates who had already left the city for a while, or Brother Xiao who had just left the house not long ago, as long as they had news, it would be better than being blind!

When the horse stopped in front of them and a tightly wrapped man with silver clothes and ghost eyes jumped off it, the two of them stared with surprise and their eyes pounding.

Could it be that he really came to bring good news?

After a while, the man introduced himself. Those three words were a bit confusing. Jiang Yuanchen and Jiang Yuanlang were confused and couldn't figure out for a moment, what kind of organization was the Demon Guard?

But they heard every word the man said afterwards very clearly!

He said, "The prince and princess have found the young master. The princess sent her servants here to ask everyone to stop worrying, especially Madam Jiang, to inform her as soon as possible so that she won't be too worried and her body can't bear it."

Jiang Yuanlang was so happy that he couldn't help but give Mo Jiwei, the messenger, a bear hug immediately.

"Really? Ahhhh, I really found it! My nephew is fine!"

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now no different from a flea, jumping up and down with joy.

He held the self-righteous little brother tightly and almost licked him, "Thank you, buddy, what's your name? I want to become brothers with you!"

The heavy stone on his head, as heavy as a ton of gold, was finally removed and no longer suffocated him.

Jiang Yuanlang's face was filled with joy, and he looked like he was about to cry for joy.

The messenger Mo Jiwei glanced at him and was speechless. He deliberately switched back to a female voice and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you and I...can't be brothers."