"Enough?" Xiao Jianren's face turned ashen. My goodness, the Prince of Yan is a Grandmaster, and this is his territory. He has countless experts under his command and his own army. The few of us here wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth.
He had always thought that the Eleventh Lord was unfathomable, but that depends on who you compare him to. This decision was really a bit rash.
“My lord, should we reconsider?” Xiao Jianren swallowed hard, deciding to dissuade the Eleventh Lord from his impulsive idea. “We haven’t had time to verify the contents of this ledger yet. A single ledger is not enough to bring down a local vassal king.”
Zu An shook his head: "Speed is of the essence in war. It won't be long before he discovers that the ledger has been stolen and will definitely start destroying evidence. Let's control the other party first, and then investigate according to the contents of the ledger. The Yan Prince's Mansion is leaderless, so it will be much easier to investigate then."
"But what if these ledgers are fake? Slandering a prince is a serious crime," Xiao Jianren said, making a final effort.
“I found some things in Yunzhong County before, and that part basically matches up, so there shouldn’t be any problem with this ledger,” Zuan replied.
Seeing that he was determined to leave, Xiao Jianren was utterly desperate. He looked at Zhang Zitong beside him, thinking that she should also try to persuade him.
Who knew that he would see the other party looking at the Eleventh Lord with an expression of admiration, seemingly impressed by his heroic spirit.
He loosened his collar, straightened his chest, and coughed lightly: "We Embroidered-Robed Envoys walk on the edge of life and death. For justice and for the laws of the court, we will go even if there are thousands of people against us!"
Sensing that Zhang Zitong thought highly of him, he suddenly felt that the embroidered clothes he was wearing seemed even more vibrant.
Zuan gave him a strange look, wondering what had gotten into this guy.
At this moment, Yan Xuehen gestured for him to go aside, as she had something to say. Zu An followed her to a corner.
"Are you really going to capture the Prince of Yan?" Yan Xuehen asked, frowning.
"Do you think I'm joking?" Zu An added after saying that, "I know that you have a special identity, Sister Yan, and I won't make things difficult for you. You don't need to participate in the next arrest operation. You can go back to Zishan first."
Yan Xuehen was somewhat dissatisfied, as that was clearly not what she meant. Her gaze fell on Zu An: "Weren't you exhausted of your spiritual energy and feeling weak all over?"
Given the strength the other party displayed in the demon royal court, even if they fail to capture the Prince of Yan, they should have no major problem protecting themselves.
However, he had just used his Word of Power skill and was currently in a weakened state.
"Oh dear, thanks to Sister Yan for giving me vital energy and protecting me, I'm feeling better now, but it's still not enough. Would you like some more?" Zu An said shyly as he leaned closer.
"Get lost!" Yan Xuehen realized she had been tricked and her face turned cold.
However, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. This kid is so lazy; I don't know how Chu Yan, with her personality, could have fallen for him in the first place.
Zu An looked at him strangely. This woman was fierce in words, but she wasn't angry at all.
He quickly became serious as well: "Sister Yan, I know you care about me, but you are the abbot of Baiyujing Temple. It is not appropriate for you to get involved in the operation to capture the Prince of Yan. You should go back to Zishan first. I will come to find you after I finish my business."
"Who cares about you?" Yan Xuehen rolled her eyes at him. "And after you're done, get as far away as you can and don't come looking for me."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Seeing her leave, Zhang Zitong rushed over: "Why did she leave?"
The other mysterious woman had disappeared sometime ago, and now this woman with extraordinary cultivation had also left, weakening their forces once again.
"It's alright, the few of us are enough." Zuan waved his hand. "Let's go."
Xiao Jianren and the others were pale, but since things had come to this, they still gritted their teeth and followed.
They all thought they were doomed this time, and only hoped that the court would take pity on their loyalty and bravery and properly compensate their families.
After they left, Yan Xuehen returned and involuntarily tapped his foot, saying, "That kid is far too arrogant. How could the Prince of Yan be so easily dealt with!"
She bit her lip, but still couldn't shake the worry, so she quietly followed.
Meanwhile, in the governor's mansion, there was beautiful music and dazzling dancers.
However, the atmosphere among the group at the main table wasn't particularly enthusiastic.
The Prince of Yan squinted at Zhang Jie opposite him: "It's rare for the Prefect to invite me to a banquet after all these years. I wonder what it's about."
Zhang Jie smiled and said, "You are a vassal king who guards a region, and I am a prefect who governs on behalf of the emperor. We should work together. There were some misunderstandings between us before due to various things, so I specially invited Prince Yan to come over so that we can get to know each other better."
The Prince of Yan smiled enigmatically and said, "I have a feeling that Lord Zhang's banquet has some ill intentions."
He certainly didn't believe what the other party said. The two sides were naturally opposed, so how could they possibly make up so easily? None of us are three-year-olds anymore.
However, he couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, so he could only keep probing while signaling his men to be on guard in secret.
After this agonizing struggle, the Prince of Yan hadn't managed to glean anything and was growing impatient; staying here was pointless.
So he got up to take his leave, and no matter how much the other party tried to persuade him to stay, he did not change his mind.
Zhang Jie secretly groaned. He had already reached his limit in keeping the Prince of Yan around. He wondered if the Eleventh Lord had finished dealing with his business.
Not long after the Prince of Yan left his seat, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "So this place is quite lively."
Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, but at the same time he was a little puzzled. Why was the Eleventh Master here?
"An embroidered-robed envoy?" The Prince of Yan frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Zu An, who was leading the group. He was a gold-plated embroidered-robed official!
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