Yi Mu opened the study door but did not see Xiang Cong.
The desktop is very well organized.
Yi Mu glanced at it and saw that all the documents were neatly arranged. Xiang Cong had indeed not been exaggerating.
After being annoyed by two people in succession, Yi Mu no longer had the energy to deal with these documents.
He left the study and went back to his bedroom to lie down on the bed.
Since Xiang Cong arrived, he no longer sleeps in the cold coffin.
I moved back to the bed, only to find that the soft, plush bed was still more comfortable.
He had only been asleep for a short while when he felt a section of the bed beside him sink in.
Xiang Cong, accompanied by a cool breeze, rushed into the bed, stretched out his strong arm, and firmly wrapped his arm around Yi Mu's waist, pulling him into his embrace.
Yi Mu was already quite sleepy, and drowsily snuggled into his arms.
Half asleep and half awake, Yi Mu suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood.
It's hidden under the same type of moisturizer as his; you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.
Xiang Cong seemed exhausted; he fell asleep shortly after holding Yi Mu.
Yi Mu squinted, thinking he should ask Xiang Cong tomorrow.
When I woke up the next morning, my pillow was empty.
Xiang Cong was busy with something and was nowhere to be seen all day, only returning to Yi Mu's side on time at night.
Every time Yi Mu wanted to ask him what he was doing during the time he disappeared, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Yi Mu had a mysterious feeling that no matter what Xiang Cong did, he would not do anything that would be detrimental to himself.
The Blood Emperor's letters have become more and more frequent lately. This highly respected elder, who is said to have lived for more than 5,000 years, was always extremely aloof.
Perhaps to relieve himself of a heavy burden, the Blood Emperor's attitude suddenly became more lively, leaving Yi Mu at a loss for what to do.
In the letter, the Blood Emperor beat around the bush, almost asking directly several times if Yi Mu had recently taken in a talented person.
Yi Mu was very unhappy that things happening around him were being monitored.
The steward is an old man who serves Yi Mu, and the wise man mentioned by the Blood Emperor is not the steward.
The most likely candidate is Xiang Cong.
But Xiang Cong was only a half-demon, and he idled away his days away. How could the Blood Emperor suspect Xiang Cong?
With only a week left until the Blood Emperor's Successor Assessment Conference, unrest is beginning to break out in Yi Mu's territory.
For three consecutive days, Yi Mu was invited to the Special Inspection Department for tea.
The Mediterranean Division Chief, over fifty years old, had a stern expression and slammed the case in his hand onto the table in front of Yi Mu.
"Your Highness, please take a good look!"
Yi Mu took off his white gloves and opened the thick stack of papers.
Since the beginning of the year, there have been a series of cases of vampires injuring people.
The victim initially suffered only minor injuries, but was later drained of all his blood by the ruthless vampires, turning him into a dried-up corpse.
In just one year, there were nearly eighty cases.
The Special Inspection Department has handled more cases in this year than in the past ten years.
The director is under a lot of pressure; let's just let the previous minor incidents slide.
There have been eight or nine such incidents in the last few days. If the higher-ups come down to investigate, his job is in jeopardy.
Yi Mu was very strict, and his methods of punishment were ruthless, which was well-known to everyone under him.
He didn't believe anyone would dare to defy such an iron fist.
Sure enough, when I flipped to the very end of the document, there was a blurry photo that looked somewhat familiar.
The director lit a cigarette, his voice indifferent, lacking its former enthusiasm.
“I can’t control your internal conflicts, but if anyone dies starting today, I may have to report to my superiors and have you humanely euthanized.”
Yi Mu paused in turning the page, looked up, and solemnly assured the middle-aged man, "No one else will die."
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