With a "thud," the teacup in Shen Jintang's hand slammed heavily onto the table, splashing tea and wetting the surface.
Gu Zhixing's eyes darkened, and the tapping of his knuckles on the table stopped abruptly, freezing the atmosphere in the room instantly.
That's too fast!
Less than an hour after their men confirmed Wang Jian's disappearance, the Crown Prince's order came down.
Unless the Crown Prince has been keeping a close eye on Wang Jian, or... Wang Jian's disappearance was actually arranged by the Crown Prince himself.
"Your reaction..."
Gu Yanqing keenly sensed something was wrong, exchanged a glance with Ye Qingzhou, and looked at her with confusion in his eyes.
Gu Zhixing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to normal: "This matter is complicated and cannot be explained in a short time. The most important thing right now is to find Wang Jian before anyone else."
The cicadas outside the window continued to chirp, but for some reason they sounded jarring, as if they were constantly repeating "Hurry up, hurry up" in my ear.
The sunlight streamed in, making the expressions on everyone's faces exceptionally clear—tension, anxiety, unease… all seemed to be magnified infinitely under the scorching sun.
The midday sun beat down scorching on the courtyard of Dali Temple, while the cicadas chirped irritably in the shade.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
"Master, we've found out."
Xinghui strode in, beads of sweat still clinging to her forehead, clearly having just run all the way here.
Seeing so many people in the room, she swallowed her words, glancing uneasily at Shen Jintang with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
"Speak up, we're all on the same side."
Shen Jintang put down her teacup, the porcelain clinking against the wooden table with a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room.
She wore a light blue shirt today; the soft fabric clung to her body, making her face appear even paler, as if even the sunlight couldn't penetrate her heart.
"Master, there's news from Qingya Pass." Xinghui lowered his voice, "Last night someone saw a man who looks like Wang Jian sneaking up the mountain in the dark."
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