The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Zhang Yunrong covered her mouth, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She knew very well what the consequences would be for the prime minister if these letters fell into the hands of others, especially the emperor. This would not only endanger the prime minister's life, but also implicate the entire family.

"Husband, this...what should we do?" Zhang Yunrong asked anxiously, her voice full of helplessness and worry.

Zuo Wenyuan took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination. "We must retrieve those letters and lists as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. I will investigate this matter secretly, and you must also remain vigilant and not leak any news."

"Xinyi, did you hear me? Don't say the wrong thing!" Zuo Wenyuan warned his frightened daughter.

Zuo Xinyi was extremely frightened at this time and just nodded in agreement.

In the early morning of the Zhanwang Mansion, the sunlight shone through the exquisite window lattices and sprinkled on the bluestone floor, casting mottled light and shadows. Yan Lingxiao stood by the window, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important.

At this moment, a guard hurried in and reported to Yan Lingxiao nervously: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister's Mansion was ransacked last night. It is said that even the Prime Minister's secret room was turned upside down."

Upon hearing this, the War King frowned even more. He turned around, stared at the guard sharply, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure the news is true? Was the Prime Minister's Mansion really looted?"

The guard nodded, his voice trembling, "It is absolutely true, Your Majesty. This is the news that Ming Er just brought back from the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is said that even the Prime Minister's wife was frightened."

Yan Lingxiao was silent for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. The prime minister has always been an important figure in the court, with many secret guards, all of whom are top masters. How could he be robbed overnight? Moreover, the prime minister holds many secrets of the court, and his secret room is of utmost importance. How could it be easily broken into?

"Have you found out who did it?" asked the War King in a deep voice, his voice revealing majesty and decisiveness.

The guard shook his head and replied, "There are no clues yet, but the Prime Minister's Office has sent people to investigate."

Yan Lingxiao nodded, but he was even more confused. Besides himself, there was another powerful person in the capital? How come he had never heard of him? Who was he?

He turned and walked towards the door, and ordered the guards: "Pass the order and have the secret guards of the palace investigate secretly and make sure to find out the truth as soon as possible."

The guard took the order and walked out of the room. He knew that this sudden robbery would definitely cause a commotion in the court. It seemed that he had to attend the morning court today.

Zuo Wenyuan and Zhang Yunrong returned to the dormitory together, preparing to change into court clothes for today's morning court session. He pushed open the door and walked into the room, but was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

The familiar and warm space became strange and messy. Their eyes fell on the places that should have been filled with exquisite calligraphy and elegant furniture, but now they were empty and messy. The calligraphy and paintings they once cherished, whether it was the ink-drenched landscapes or the delicate paintings of beauties, were gone. The tables and chairs they carefully selected, both in terms of materials and carvings, were of the highest quality, but now they disappeared.

Zuo Wenyuan was stunned. He couldn't imagine that someone would dare to steal so arrogantly in their mansion. What shocked him even more was that all this happened without their knowledge. They were the owners of this mansion, but they didn't even know that their home was turned upside down like this.

Zhang Yunrong's face also turned pale. She looked at all this with anger and pain in her eyes. She held Zuo Wenyuan's sleeve tightly, as if she needed his strength to support herself.

"Yunrong, look at this..." Zuo Wenyuan's voice was trembling as he pointed at the empty room. "Why are all our things gone?"

Zhang Yunrong was silent for a while, then slowly stood up, her eyes wandering around the living room, as if looking for something. Finally, she sighed, her voice a little hoarse: "I just woke up and found that it's not just our room, but the whole house is like this."

Zuo Wenyuan's heart sank, and he felt a strong sense of anger and powerlessness. This was their mansion, and now it was being destroyed so ruthlessly under his nose.

"We must find out who did it!" Zuo Wenyuan clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination.

Zhang Yunrong gently held his hand, her voice soft but firm: "Wenyuan, don't be impulsive. What we need to do now is to report to the emperor. We also need to calm down and think carefully about whether we have offended anyone recently, or if there are any unusual situations."