The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Netherworld Nine-Chapter thought of the vision in his heart, frowned slightly, and the lotus between his eyebrows moved slightly. If someone stared at Netherworld Nine-Chapter's face at this time, they would definitely be attracted by the blood-red scenery between his eyebrows and hold their breath.

Netherworld Nineth Level cast his eyes on the corpse on the ground and ordered, "No need to clean up this place. Wait for the imperial guards to arrive and let them deal with the scene."

Everyone agreed, but they just put away their swords.

Wei Song thought of the two latest discovered mineral veins and suddenly fell into deep thought.

After clearing out the men in black in the cave, they followed the secret passage to the mine, where they found some scattered gold nuggets, stones, iron blocks and other resources. The quantity was not large, and it was obvious that mining had just begun. They had not dug deep yet, and the minerals underground had not yet been developed.

Netherworld Jiuchong didn't look at Wei Song, but he knew what Wei Song was thinking, and then he gave another order: "We don't have to pay attention to the mineral vein."

Wei Song was somewhat unwilling: "Master, mineral veins are hard to find. If we mine these two mineral veins, will it also be beneficial to us?"

With so many people in the Night Palace, the Golden Guards, and the Underworld Palace, the more resources the better.

Nether Nine's red pupils were extremely calm, "We have to continue on our journey, it is inconvenient for us to stay here for long."

Everyone understood that if they didn't leave, they would have to face off against the imperial court. Moreover, mining was not something that could be successfully done in a short period of time, and even if it took several months, it might not be completely successful.

"Besides, I have observed that they are just two small mines with little resources. We don't need to take them."

Netherworld Jiuchong turned around and looked at the tall cave in front of him. Behind it were two smaller caves, which contained two mineral resources.

The evening breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of the frosty chill of the night in the mountains, causing the light and shadows cast by the torches to flicker.

Netherworld Jiuchong raised his hand to adjust the ghost mask on his face, and said evilly: "Although we don't want the mineral vein now, we can't let the emperor get it for free."

He snapped his fingers, and his cold tone carried a hint of evil charm—"Someone, blow up two mines."

"Yes!" The guards answered in a strong and resounding voice, with a hint of excitement and joy in their voices.

"Boom..." Late at night, two huge roars suddenly echoed in the silent valley, followed by bursts of dust gushing out from the two cave entrances, like thick fog flying into the sky.

The woods within a few miles of the cave shook, frightened birds flew up, countless small animals fled everywhere, and the bushes in the woods kept shaking, making rustling sounds.

Netherworld Jiuchong stood on a small hill, looking coldly at the mountain scenery in front of him.

He half turned and looked at a subordinate.

"How is the evidence collection at the scene going?"

A guard replied, "My lord, we have collected some evidence in the cave, some of which can prove the identity of the men in black."

"Yeah." Youming Jiuchong glanced at the objects his subordinates were holding, and then looked away.

Those men in black did not have tokens that clearly indicated their identities, but instead hid some documents that showed their identities in secret compartments in the cave. I guess they were afraid that if something happened their identities might be revealed on the spot, so they hid some key items in the stone chamber where they rested, instead of carrying them close to their bodies.

No matter what these people thought at first, they never expected that their identities would eventually be discovered, nor did they expect that they would end up like this today.

If they had known that they would encounter the devil Youming Jiuchong, how could they have lowered their vigilance so much, and how could they have developed an arrogant mentality just because they had lived safely in the cave for a period of time?

Almost all the black-clad people, including the leader, have a dart pattern on the back of their waists. This pattern is rich in the exotic characteristics of Southern Thailand, and is carved in the middle of the waist, making it difficult for outsiders to know the existence of the pattern.

But after looking at the bodies of those people, Youming Jiuchong directly ordered his subordinates to start searching their bodies, especially their backs, and eventually found those marks.

As for the two people from the Eastern Empire in the team of men in black, they did not have the mark of Nantai on their bodies, but instead had a seven-leaf clover mark engraved in the center of their spine.

Nether Nine returned to his senses and waved his hand to let his subordinates put away the items. Then he thought about the seven-leaf clover mark again. He had never heard of any family, faction or organization in the Eastern Empire that had the seven-leaf clover mark.

Are Nantai and the Dongyang Empire plotting something? What is the Dongyang Empire trying to do in secret? What is the plot of Nantai's Prince Wanyan Sen? All these mysteries need to be investigated further...

Netherworld Nineth Level beckoned and called over a secret guard: "Send the message back to the capital, and have the people in the city keep a close eye on Wanyan Gu."

The secret guards were ordered to withdraw, and Wei Song stepped forward: "Master, do you suspect that Prince Wan may have contact with Prince Sen?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Netherworld Nine said lightly.

Wanyan Gu had been very careful in his time at Zhongyue, and had not shown anything wrong in front of the emperor and the ministers. But when the prince of Nantai came to visit Zhongyue, it was not necessarily just for the purpose of marriage.

In addition, when Wanyan Gu first arrived in the capital, he took advantage of the turmoil in front of the Night Palace to throw a poison dart at Yun Mujiu to cause trouble. When the Night Palace was closed, Wanyan Gu sent his people to track down Wei Song and Wei Bai who were out of the city, just to find out the dynamic news inside the Night Palace. In short, Wanyan Gu is not as simple as he seems.

All over the world, no matter which country it is, the goal of many princes' lifelong struggle is to obtain the throne of the emperor. It would be difficult for Wanyan Gu to be content to be just a simple prince in Nantai.

The Emperor of Nantai had many sons, including the legitimate son born to Queen Zhangmeng of Nantai as the Crown Prince, and the favored and capable Sixth Prince Wanyan Sen. Among all the princes and heirs, Wanyan Gu seemed to be mediocre and had no outstanding qualities.

However, human hearts are unpredictable, and there is no guarantee that Wanyan Gu will do something to murder Zhongyue for his own selfish desires.

...

In a large mansion somewhere in the capital, a woman in white quietly looked at a group of people gathered below.

At her command, men and women dressed as warriors began to move, brandishing their swords and demonstrating their strength.

The woman said nothing, but her scrutinizing eyes moved among the crowd, sometimes falling on one of them.

The targeted warriors were nervous at first, but soon regained their composure. Their masters had trained them with great care, so how could they not be mentally stable?

The master said that for a warrior, martial arts strength is important, but psychological quality is also important.

The tall warrior worked even harder to demonstrate the martial arts skills he had learned. His expression remained unchanged and a fierce killer aura emanated from his whole body.

The woman smiled, dimples on both sides of her mouth looming. Then she looked away and fixed her gaze on another warrior.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate on the actions of their men.

Soon, a sound as clear as a silver bell rang out.

"stop!"