Leaving the Fan Mansion and arriving at the unopened bookstore, Fan Xian led Ya Mu into a room in the corner of the backyard.

There, a middle-aged man in the official uniform of the Supervisory Council had been waiting secretly.

Yamu looked him up and down and said, "Are you Wang Qinian?"

"My lord, it is me!"

Wang Qinian smiled and bowed to Yamu, then turned to look at Fan Xian and whispered, "Master Fan, after I left the capital, I followed the trail of Si Lili and happened to meet people from the Supervisory Office escorting her back to the capital."

"I wanted to return immediately and inform you of the news, but I didn't expect to encounter an emergency on the road. Someone intercepted the Overwatch Council's convoy and seemed to want to kill Si Lili to silence her. Fortunately, the Council had been prepared and defeated the enemy in one fell swoop..."

Fan Xian's face turned cold: "It seems that someone in the capital is really getting restless... Wang Qinian, you said that the Supervisory Council had already prepared for it?"

Wang Qinian lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Fan Xian said calmly, "Did Dean Chen Pingping show up halfway and defeat the bandits who were blocking the road?"

Wang Qinian looked up in surprise, then quickly saluted and said, "Your Excellency is truly a man of foresight!"

Fan Xian smiled slightly and leaned close to Yamu's ear and said, "Look, let me tell you!"

Yamu glanced at him and didn't reply.

Fan Xian didn't care. He turned to look at Wang Qinian and continued to ask, "Where is the Supervisory Office's prison? I want to go see Si Lili."

Wang Qinian was startled and said cautiously: "Sir, are you sure? That's the Heavenly Prison!"

Fan Xian glanced at him and said, "Why, as a commissioner, am I not qualified to enter the Heavenly Prison?"

Wang Qinian hesitated: "This..."

Fan Xian turned and walked to a bookcase, took out a nightgown and threw it to Wang Qinian.

"Put it on, let's go now."

"Ah, now?"

"Not now?"

"It's not impossible." Wang Qinian said with some embarrassment, "But I think it's better to go to the prison at night. Wouldn't it be more conspicuous to wear night clothes in broad daylight?"

Fan Xian said unhappily, "Of course I know that. I asked you to change into night clothes because I didn't want to leave any trace of your clothes. It has nothing to do with day or night. Hurry and put them on!"

"oh oh!"

Wang Qinian then held the clothes in his hands, bowed, turned and walked into the dark room.

The Censorate is directly under the command of the emperor and is the institution that the emperor trusts the most. Therefore, the Qing Kingdom’s Heavenly Prison is not located in the Ministry of Justice, nor in the Dali Temple, but is located here. All serious criminals are detained here and security is extremely strict.

The location of the Heavenly Prison is not far from the Supervisory Council, just around the corner. If anything happens, the Supervisory Council can provide immediate support.

Generally speaking, anyone with an unknown identity cannot enter an important place like Tianlao.

But the badge in Fan Xian's hand was an exception.

He had long discovered that the Commissioner of the Supervisory Council seemed to be very mysterious. According to Wang Qinian, the previous Commissioner was also extremely mysterious and rarely revealed his true face in front of anyone other than the dean.

The elders in the Overwatch Council basically all agree that the Commissioner does not need to reveal his appearance.

Therefore, when Wang Qinian handed the badge to the guard guarding the Sky Prison, the three sneaky masked men actually sneaked into the Sky Prison easily and were respectfully invited in by the guard.

It went so smoothly that even Fan Xian couldn't help but feel extremely surprised.

Among the three, only Yamu did not have much emotional fluctuation.

Because ever since he arrived at the gate of the Heavenly Prison, he noticed several secret gazes spying on him.

Each of these people who were spying secretly possessed strength that was no less than Fan Xian's.

The aura of one of them stood out like a crane among chickens, which attracted Yamu's special attention.

Of course, no matter how big an ant is, it is still an ant to Yamu.

Yamu paid attention to this person, not because of his strength that far surpassed others, but because there was a slightly morbid aura beside him. He thought it should be Chen Pingping, the president of the Supervisory Yuan!

While silently sensing Chen Pingping's breath, Yamu and Fan Xian stepped into the corridor under the iron gate.

The corridor was very long, with dim oil lamps lit on both sides. The stone steps were slightly slippery, but there was not a speck of moss, evidently they were meticulously maintained on a daily basis.

Walking down, you can see a guard every few meters.

These guards looked very inconspicuous, but upon closer inspection, they were all characters of rank four or above.

Not only that, the eyes of these guards were also quite sinister, like evil spirits crawling out of hell. Wherever their eyes went, even Fan Xian, who had already been promoted to the eighth rank, would feel a little creepy.

...Why are they all perverts?!

While Fan Xian was complaining in his mind, he slowed down a little and walked side by side with Yamu.

Thinking of Yamu's existence, his mood immediately relaxed.

After all, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Prison is, it can’t possibly be hiding a grandmaster, right?

Soon, the three of them reached the end of the corridor, and a prison boss with cloudy eyes glanced at them.

"Please show us the relevant documents or the imperial edict."

“…”

Wang Qinian's body trembled slightly, as if he recognized the jailer, and hurriedly handed over his badge respectfully.

The old jailer took a look, raised his head in surprise, and looked Wang Qinian up and down through the black cloth covering his face. Suddenly he said:

"Xiao Wang, got promoted?"

As expected, he was recognized...

Wang Qinian smiled bitterly, turned sideways respectfully, and made way for Fan Xian, who was covered in a black robe, to stand behind him. He introduced him, "I am here to try the case with this gentleman today."

The jailer looked at Yamu and Fan Xian again, hesitated for a moment, stood up, walked to the iron gate, took out the key and opened it.

"Please come in, sir."

“…”

Fan Xian bowed, and the three of them walked into the iron gate together.

After the iron gate closed, Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian in surprise: "How did you get recognized?"

Wang Qinian said with a sad face: "In reply to your words, the Seventh Division of the Supervisory Council is responsible for interrogating prisoners. When I was young, I made some mistakes and was imprisoned in the Seventh Division. I also met this gentleman several times."

At this point, Wang Qinian glanced at the iron gate and lowered his voice, "He is the former head of the Seventh Division. He has spent his entire life in prison. When it was time for him to be sent out, he refused to leave and would rather come back to continue being a prison boss. He said that he liked the bloody smell here..."

"Okay, another pervert!"

Fan Xian complained and walked forward.

Soon, the three found the cell where Si Lili was imprisoned.

Looking at the charming woman inside the fence, Fan Xian frowned. Just as he was about to step forward, Ya Mu raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

"……What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you can interrogate the girl yourself, I'll help you watch outside."

Hearing Yamu's calm words, Fan Xian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

After a little thought, he nodded and said, "Okay, if there is anything, I will call your name immediately."

Yamu nodded, let go of his hand, and watched Fan Xian and Wang Qinian walk towards the cell.

After Fan Xian started talking to the woman in the cell, Ya Mu turned around, walked up to a dark stone brick wall.

"Are you guys coming out, or am I going in?"

Yamu said calmly, looking at the stone brick wall in front of him.

After the words were spoken, the stone brick wall in front of him remained silent.

After a moment's silence, Yamu shook his head and raised his fist.

Only then did the dark stone brick wall quietly open, revealing the secret room behind.

"Come in." A leisurely voice came from inside, "Don't alarm Fan Xian."

Yamu lowered his arms calmly and walked in.

Sure enough, there were two people in the secret room. One was an old man with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, sitting in a specially made black wheelchair, and the other was a mysterious man wearing a black robe and a black mask, standing behind the old man and pushing the wheelchair.

This person has the most powerful aura that Yamu perceives.

The old man in the wheelchair in front of him was naturally Chen Pingping, the president of the Supervisory Yuan.

After Yamu walked into the secret room, Chen Pingping tilted his head slightly and signaled the masked man behind him to turn the wheelchair around so it was facing Yamu. A faint smile hung on his old face.

"Mr. Mu, I have heard a lot about you."

"...Are you Chen Pingping?"

Yamu looked at the old man calmly and said.

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's me, I am Chen Pingping."

After that, Chen Pingping smiled and asked, "Mr. Mu, you don't seem surprised that I know your identity."

Ya Mu said calmly, "The story that Fan Xian made up is full of loopholes. It was only because of Madam Fan as a witness that Fan Jian did not become suspicious. But after all, you control the Overwatch Council. It would be easy for you to investigate my past."

Chen Pingping smiled and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Mu, a person as extraordinary as you should stop teasing a lame old man. Even the Supervisory Council can only investigate your past up to Danzhou."

"The clues disappeared without a trace when they reached the pre-school private school."

As Chen Pingping spoke, he stroked the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand and whispered, "If it were someone else, after checking in Danzhou, they would definitely be confused and bewildered to find that you appeared out of thin air like a god."

"But I'm different. I've seen people who just appeared out of nowhere, without any roots or origins."

As he spoke, Chen Pingping raised his head and looked deeply at Yamu.

It was obvious that he, like the old lady in Danzhou, believed that Yamu was a member of the temple.

Yamu did not explain or refute, but simply lowered his gaze to Chen Pingping's palm which was tightly clasped on the inside of the wheelchair armrest.

"I suggest you don't shoot." Yamu shook his head, "This level of firearms is far from enough to hurt me."

"...You are indeed not an ordinary person."

Chen Pingping narrowed his eyes slightly, but his hand holding the inside of the armrest still did not loosen.

"I really want to know, what is your intention in coming to Fan Xian?"

“…”

Yamu looked at Chen Pingping silently. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "This is not something you can know. If you really want to know, then wait a little longer. Wait until Fan Xian knows everything, and then let him decide whether to tell you or not."