The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Ye Xiaohan frowned and raised his eyebrows slightly, folded his arms across his chest, and stared into the distance with cold eyes.

His eyes were deep and distant, with a hint of deepness...

Ahead was a stretch of endless mountains, with wisps of mist covering the tops of the mountains.

The sky was gloomy, the atmosphere was depressing, and the surrounding silence was like an impenetrable net that tightly gripped people's hearts.

Wei Song and others were standing by, silently casting caring glances at them from time to time.

They wondered in their hearts: Could it be that the prince was really affected by the blood moon, and the negative effects of the transformation once again endangered his physical condition? In the past, the prince rarely frowned, but today the prince frowned more times than before!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The mountain wind whimpered as it passed through the woods, making a rustling sound.

Ye Xiaohan was still thinking, not even glancing at the people around him. I don't know if he didn't care about the others at all, or if he noticed but ignored them.

He noticed that he had been feeling unwell for the past two days, but it was still under control. This little bit of palpitations was insignificant compared to the serious injuries he suffered on the battlefield. It was like the feeling of a feather wiping the skin, without any pain or itch.

A vague feeling of uneasiness arises from time to time. Could it be that something new has happened in the capital?

Mu Mu, after I sent him those two letters last time, did anything new happen during that period of time?

...

After a while, Ye Xiaohan withdrew his gaze and collected all his thoughts. He turned around and glanced at Wei Song and the others, then looked up at the sky.

It won't be long before the people from the Hades Palace arrive...

"Pass on the king's order and set off!"

...

In the evening in the capital, the number of people on the streets gradually decreased, everyone went home, and the atmosphere of fireworks on the streets became much less.

As the sky gradually darkened, many people in the city closed the doors of their homes. From outside, one could only see the dim candlelight in their homes shining on the window frames.

A small group of people in black clothes were walking quickly on the streets, but they did not go to the main streets in the center of the capital, but to the densely populated areas.

Moreover, they did not choose the residential areas of the royal family or dignitaries living under the imperial city.

They chose places outside the central area of ​​the capital, especially where civilians lived, especially the most chaotic slums.

Over the past few months, their people have gone through untold hardships and finally secretly retrieved a batch of hidden files from previous years from various major institutions of the imperial court, and also obtained the latest files from the government office.

Whether it was the Dali Temple, Jingzhao Prefecture, or Huangcheng Temple, all these institutions had been investigated by them.

Their master has assigned a team to search these institutions for some "special" clues.

In other words, they have clearly found something.

The purpose of their current trip is just to confirm that what they found is true, because that is what the master wants: completely accurate results!

...

In Yanggu Prefecture, a team rode on fine horses and galloped through the mountains and forests.

When it was completely dark, they came to a passage in the mountains where there was a makeshift tea shed.

When looking from a distance, there was a dim lantern hanging at each end of the top of the tea stall.

In the mountains at night, as the mountain wind blows, two tattered lanterns sway, adding a sense of weirdness to the night scene in the mountains.

Outside the shed, there were a few small tables and benches, but there were no utensils on the tables for passers-by to drink tea, as if this tea shed was just a cover and not intended to entertain passers-by.

A red figure dismounted from the horse and strode out of the tea shed.

The people inside heard the noise and hurried out to greet them.

A man in black knelt down, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed excitement. "Your subordinate greets the Lord of Hell."

“No need to be polite.” Youming Jiuchong flicked his red sleeves, turned around and sat on a simple wooden chair.

Even though he was in a humble room, even though he was sitting on the simplest chair, it was still difficult to conceal Youming Jiuchong's luxurious and awe-inspiring temperament!

Netherworld Jiuchong casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, his eyes looking red and scary.

He asked in a cold voice: "Has the young master's matter been settled?" It was a question, but his tone was affirmative.

"My Lord, yes." The man in black kept his head down and didn't dare to look up.

With a glance from Netherworld Nine, he could see that the subordinate in front of him was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

"No matter whether the young master is dead or alive, I only want one result." There was no fluctuation in the deep eyes of Youming Jiuchong, and he glanced coldly at the person kneeling in front of him.

"explain."

"Yes, I will report this to Lord Ming right away."

The man in black shuddered, took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to tell him everything he knew.

More than half a month ago, Netherworld Jiuchong came up with a new idea while searching for the young master.

He suspected that there was something wrong with their initial search route.

The so-called young master is actually just a child of a few years old, and he is the person that a mysterious big man wants to find.

That big shot issued a bounty for the Soul-stealing Yuanxi, announcing to the world that whoever finds the young master will receive a generous reward.

For this reason, over the past few years, many people, whether they are royal families or court officials of various countries, or people in the underworld, and even ordinary people, have focused their attention on searching for the so-called young master.

However, even with so many people taking action, the search for the young master did not make any significant progress.

A child of only a few years old, all countries dug deep into the ground, but couldn't find any obvious clues!

For this reason, many people have given up, thinking that no matter what they do, they will not find that person, so why bother trying any further.

But there are also many people who still hold on to hope, because the reward is so generous that even royal families from various countries would be tempted by it.

Stimulated by these rich rewards, countless people on the Star-Moon Continent are working hard for this matter.

Frankly speaking, Youming Jiuchong did not value the tens of millions of taels of gold. He just wanted to find the legendary young master and find out who the so-called young master was and the background of the people behind the young master.

At the same time, he also intends to obtain the three wishes promised by the Soul Reaper Organization...