Late at night, a carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated house. The house was located in the most remote area of ​​the city. It was said that the feng shui was very bad and it was haunted by ghosts. Almost no one lived there anymore. Even the guards rarely came here on night patrol.

After the driver stopped the carriage, he looked around and then got into the carriage. After a while, he carried out a slim woman, jumped out of the carriage, quickly entered the courtyard and went straight to the side house.

When I opened the door, I saw two figures standing in the room, one of whom was unusually tall and strong.

"Lord Yan." The driver called respectfully.

Yan Sikong nodded.

The driver placed the woman on the couch, and the dim candlelight in the room illuminated her stunning beauty.

"Wake her up." Yan Sikong said.

The driver pulled out a wooden core with a strange smell from his pocket and shook it in the woman's nostrils. The woman, who was still drowsy, frowned slightly, sneezed and coughed several times, and then woke up.

Yan Sikong winked at Ali, and Ali took out a silver coin and threw it to the driver. The driver caught it steadily and then bowed: "I'll wait outside the house."

This person is She Jun's subordinate. He is efficient and one of the people Ali contacts most frequently.

The woman struggled to sit up from the couch, her eyes wide open in fear. When she saw the two people in the dark, her face changed drastically, and she blurted out, "Yan Sikong?"

"Miss Yeli, how are you?" Yan Sikong looked at the stunning beauty in front of him expressionlessly. She was none other than Yeli, a famous prostitute in the capital and the most beautiful woman in Tinglan Pavilion on Yanliu Street.

Ye Li Bingxue was smart and had already guessed what was going on. He stopped pretending, jumped off the bed, stepped back a few steps, took a defensive posture, and said coldly, "Lord Yan, you ordered someone to kidnap me? What do you mean by that?"

"I spent a lot of money to hire Miss Yeli to spend the night with me, how can it be called 'kidnapping'?" Yan Sikong laughed mockingly, "It was given by Master Zhou. My mother wouldn't even consider it at a normal price. She asked me to spend a lot of money."

"In that case, Lord Yan, please don't waste this moment of your time and money. Just speak your mind."

"Okay." Yan Sikong said bluntly, "You should get to know Xiaoliu, the coachman of Prince Jingyuan's Mansion."

Ye Li's eyes flickered slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "How could I know a mere rickshaw driver?"

"Of course you know him. Not only do you know him, you also used your invincible charm to make him infatuated and even secretly promised him a lifetime of love." Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly, "So that he was willing to sell out his master in order to redeem himself for you."

Ye Li's eyes sparkled: "This is ridiculous. He is just a coachman. I'm afraid he can't even afford a cup of tea in Tinglan Pavilion. He can't even see me."

"That's right. It's because he has never seen you before, so he still doesn't know that you are Ye Li, a famous prostitute in Beijing. Xie Zhongren found out that this man is lustful and spends most of his monthly salary on prostitutes, so he sent you to seduce him. Sure enough, he went through fire and water for you, and he didn't even know he was being used until he died."

Ye Li pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Ye Li, or should I call you Yang Chuyun?"

Ye Li's eyes widened and fear flashed across his face.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. I already know you very well." Yan Sikong showed a spine-chilling smile. "You are from Liangzhou. When you were eight years old, your parents died of famine. You and your younger brother were adopted by your aunt. When you were fourteen, your aunt sold you to a brothel and left your seriously ill brother on the roadside to die. It was Xie Zhongren who saved you and your sister, brought you to the capital, taught you martial arts, and from then on you recognized him as your adoptive father and became his spy in Yanliu Street." He raised his hand and slowly spread out his five fingers. A string of silver chains hung brightly on his palm.

"What did you do to him!" Ye Li roared and was about to rush forward.

Ali took a step forward, and his majestic body like a mountain made this small hut seem a bit crowded, and gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Ye Li stopped in his tracks and glared at Yan Sikong fiercely.

Yan Sikong threw the chain to her: "He is fine, and is sleeping soundly at this moment. However, whether he can wake up tomorrow depends on you."

Ye Li's legs went weak, he held the chain tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to ask you a question first."

Ye Li's face was full of vigilance and anger.

"Do you know that the famine that killed your parents and tens of thousands of people was caused by Xie Zhongren's instructions to steal disaster-stricken grain. The court allocated 80,000 dan of grain, but when it reached the people, less than 10,000 dan was left, and it was old grain mixed with fine sand."

Ye Li looked at Yan Sikong blankly.

"You think Xie Zhongren saved you and your brother. You know how treacherous and evil he is, but you still acknowledge him as your father. Little do you know that it was he who destroyed your family and brought you to ruin."

Ye Li shook his head, looking flustered: "No..."

"If you don't believe me, just check it out. Tinglan Pavilion has so many patrons, there must be someone who knows the inside story. At the very least, Zhou Mixing should know."

Ye Li staggered back a step, his face pale.

"Over the years, you have been Xie Zhongren's spy and lackey. He has committed countless evil deeds. You know it better than anyone else. You are just grateful for his life-saving grace, but you are also afraid that he will harm you and your sister, so you numbly help him to do evil..."

"Stop talking!" Ye Li screamed, "What good does it do to know? My brother and I are worthless, and we just have to survive every day. Who can I save? Who can save us?"

Yan Sikong said calmly, "I have read the poems you wrote, and I know that you still have good intentions. You are an accomplice to the evil, but you have no choice. If you help me, after the matter is accomplished, I will send you and your brother away from the capital, taking enough silver and flying far away."

Ye Li looked at Yan Sikong deeply, hesitating.

Yan Sikong's eyes changed: "I am not as vicious as Xie Zhongren, but I am definitely not a soft-hearted person. Either you surrender to me, and I will send you away from this place of trouble one day. Otherwise... even if I don't kill you, if Xie Zhongren knows that your identity has been exposed, will he still let you live?"

Ye Li bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, and her expression was miserable. She was clearly pitiful, but Yan Sikong did not show any emotion in her heart. She clutched the silver chain tightly, held it against her chest, and nodded gently.

"Very good. Let me ask you, what did Xiaoliu tell you? Did he mention the matter between Feng Ye and me?"

Ye Li shook his head: "I asked, but he didn't want to say more."

Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief: "How much does Xie Zhongren know about me?"

"No more than me, he thought you could use it."

"How did Xie Zhongren instruct Xiaoliu to steal the military token?"

Ye Li shook his head again: "I don't know."

Yan Sikong saw that she didn't look like she was lying. Her mission was just to seduce Xiaoliu and make him willing to take risks for her. There must be other arrangements for what happened next.

Yan Sikong inquired about Xie Zhongren again, and he found out that this bastard was the behind-the-scenes boss of Tinglan Pavilion. With Tinglan Pavilion as the intelligence distribution center of Yanliu Street, he was extremely well-informed and had a lot of unknown secrets about officials. He was always the first to know about any disturbance in the capital. His intelligence network was probably not inferior to She Zhun's.

However, he was not as smart as She Jun. She Jun's people had already infiltrated Tinglan Pavilion, otherwise Ali would not have found out so quickly that the woman from Yanliu Street who made Xiaoliu the seller seek glory was Ye Li.

They chatted until late at night, and Yan Sikong let Ye leave. She got in the carriage they bought when they came, and the driver took her back to Tinglan Pavilion.

After seeing Ye Li off, Yan Sikong planned to stop by the main house to pay respects to his parents and adoptive father. As he approached the dilapidated house that had been in disrepair for many years, he suddenly felt something strange in the dark.

He was very sensitive and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Before he finished speaking, he and Ali had already rushed towards the corner of the eaves.

A black shadow flashed like a ghost, quickly flew to the corner of the wall, climbed up the wall neatly, and fled outside.

The two of them also climbed over the wall and chased after him.

The black shadow had great lightness skills and was extremely fast. After chasing for more than a hundred feet, he had already left Yan Sikong behind, and Ali was left far behind.

Yan Sikong knew he couldn't catch up, so he rolled over, pulled out the dagger from between his boots, and threw it towards the black shadow.

There was a muffled groan from the front, and the dagger tore off a piece of flesh from the man's thigh, but the man only slowed down for a moment and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Yan Sikong walked over, picked up the dagger, looked at the blood stains flowing on it, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Ali rushed over and gestured anxiously.

Yan Sikong ordered: "Move all the seats inside. That house is no longer safe. Burn it down."

He wondered inwardly, who was that person just now, when did this person target them, how long had he stayed in the yard, how much had he heard, and what was this person's purpose?

A series of questions flooded into Yan Sikong's mind. This unexpected person made him very nervous. He was already worried about the Feng family's affairs and really didn't want anything to happen to him. If that person was Xie Zhongren's man, then it would be troublesome...

But that man's Qinggong is so powerful that among the people he knows, perhaps only Feng Ye and She Zhun can compare with him. If Xie Zhongren had such a powerful assassin, could Yan Zilian be alive today?

We must find out who this person is!

Yan Sikong gripped the dagger tightly and narrowed his eyes deeply.