After saying that, Qin Qianluo left the noodle shop and headed towards the royal garden. She wanted to observe first and see how to proceed.
Hearing these words, the shadow guards were somewhat moved. Princess Qingyun was actually worried about their safety. No wonder the Emperor valued them so much and even gave them a token that indicated the Emperor's personal presence.
After landing around the royal garden, Qin Qianluo asked Xuan You to take him to a higher place. They landed on a large tree, and Qin Qianluo carefully observed the patrol patterns, memorizing them. Then he glanced at the endless poppy flowers, his heart filled with anger.
After returning to the inn with Xuan You using the old method, Qin Qianluo took him into her space and went to the study to write down what she had just seen. The patrols would be conducted every half an hour or so, which was quite ample time.
After sketching out the approximate location, he planned to sneak into the royal garden with Ling Xue that night to store the poppy in his own space. After asking Ling Xue's opinion, the plan was finalized.
At midnight, Qin Qianluo and Ling Xue, disguised, left the space and sped towards the royal garden. When they arrived during the day and saw a place with weaker guards, the two carefully avoided the guards and quietly hid near the poppy flowers.
Seeing these poppies again, Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth inwardly. Other people's royal gardens were used to build mountains, landscapes and palaces, but Emperor Xuanyuan used them to grow poppies. He really ruined such a beautiful place.
Once the patrol team finished their patrol, Qin Qianluo quickly uprooted all the poppies and stored them in her spatial storage. Fortunately, she didn't have to pull them out one by one herself; otherwise, even if she and the others worked themselves to death, they still wouldn't be able to finish.
After confirming that nothing was missing, he had Ling Xue lead him away. After returning to the inn, he carefully checked everything before entering his spatial dimension to teach everyone how to process poppies.
Seeing so many poppies piled up there, Qin Qianluo felt overwhelmed. She called Ling Wei over, taught her how to prepare them into medicine, and then asked everyone to help. She gave them a few instructions, telling them to be careful not to ingest them by accident.
After telling everyone to rest if they were tired, Qin Qian left the space. There would definitely be soldiers searching tonight, so she had to be careful. She carefully looked around the room and, after confirming that there were no problems, lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to rest.
Chaos had broken out in the royal gardens; all the poppies had disappeared. When the Emperor Xuanyuan, who had been sleeping with his concubines, learned of this, his eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he threw the woman in his arms away.
He strode to the imperial study, listened to the guard's report, squinted, and suddenly disappeared. This was very similar to the disappearance of the secret agents. Was it Ling Xue and her group again? How did they manage to do it?
With a grim face, he ordered the guards to search house to house, demanding that the men be caught tonight or face execution. The guard below him felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but after agreeing, he hurriedly left the imperial study.
The soldiers searched house by house, and before dawn they found the inn where Qin Qianluo was. The door was knocked on loudly, and Qin Qianluo's eyes darkened. Sure enough, they had come.
He straightened his clothes, adopted the air of a spoiled young master, and opened the door. The soldiers pushed the door open and rushed in. After searching for a while without finding anything, they looked at Qin Qianluo and frowned.
Qin Qianlu was bumped by the soldiers who pushed open the door. She was leaning against the wall when she saw the soldiers looking at her. She imitated a man's voice and said, "What are you doing here? How dare you bump into me? Do you know who I am?"
The officers and soldiers looked at Qin Qianluo, who was full of dissatisfaction, and were worried that they had offended a powerful person. After all, the place was completely open, and he was all alone. Moreover, judging from his clothes, he was dressed in a way that suggested he was either rich or noble, and his tone was extremely arrogant.
The group exchanged glances and hurriedly apologized: "We were ordered by the Emperor to search for the assassin. We have offended you, young master. Please forgive us."
Qin Qianluo didn't linger with them for too long. After saying a few words, she dismissed them and closed the door, thinking to herself: It seems I've passed this hurdle.
Instead of immediately entering the space, he rested in his room. After dawn, he took Xuan Ying to two farms in the suburbs, recorded the patrol patterns, and then returned to the inn.
The two farms are quite far apart, and if you walk fast, you can finish in one night without worrying that after you take one, the other will get the news and increase its patrols.
At midnight, Qin Qianluo and Ling Xue set off, successfully infiltrated the farm, neatly uprooted the poppies, and then headed to another farm.
After repeating the same method, the two prepared to return to the inn. Time was of the essence, so they didn't bother to cover up their tracks. They flew back to the inn, and after entering, they took Ling Xue to their spatial dimension. They changed their clothes and then came out to lie down.
When the Emperor of Xuanyuan learned that the poppies on the farm had also disappeared, he was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood, which frightened the palace servants so much that they immediately knelt down. The Emperor ordered his guards to investigate immediately, and then he fainted.
The guards went to the farms with grim faces to investigate. The two farms became lively, with everyone carefully examining the area, hoping to find a clue. Otherwise, if the Emperor Xuanyuan woke up, their lives might be in danger.
During their search, they finally found a strange footprint. The footprint was rather small, and since the farm was mostly populated by adults, no one would have such a small foot. The group was overjoyed, finally finding a trace.
The footprints, made on paper, and the whole patch of soil containing the footprints, were used to hastily make their way to the palace to meet the emperor. Any clue meant that they had a chance to survive.
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