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However, the Prince's Mansion was in chaos.

When Prince Mo Lan woke up, he found himself lying on the cold floor instead of on the bed, and was full of doubts.

He suddenly felt a slight pain in his lower body, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he was shocked by the scene before him.

He looked around and found that all the objects had disappeared, even the place where the bed should have been was empty. He was immediately shocked: [What happened? Where is the prostitute from last night? ]

He felt dizzy for a moment and felt like he was dreaming. He remembered that he had sex with a prostitute in a drunken state and then lost consciousness.

He was puzzled. It was fine if the property was stolen, but why did the tables, chairs, benches, and beds also disappear? What did the thief steal these things for?

What is even more incredible is how he avoided the secret guards in the mansion?

And how were these objects moved without alerting anyone?

A series of questions flooded into his mind like a tide, making him more and more anxious.

Suddenly remembering something, he quickly ran to the mural and opened the secret passage leading to the basement.

Seeing that the basement was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, and checked the letters between him and Ye Hao again. Only then did he feel relieved to confirm that they were still there.

These letters recorded the secret deal between him and Ye Hao. Once exposed, his position as crown prince would be in jeopardy.

There is also the mysterious person who colluded with the prince to poison Mo Tianyu.

The prince put the letters in order again, secretly thanking himself: [Fortunately, this place has not been discovered. Who is it? ] The prince was full of doubts.

As soon as I returned to the room, the panicked voice of the housekeeper came: "Your Highness, the storehouse in the mansion has been robbed."

The butler stood timidly at the door, his eyes wandering around the empty room, and he was obviously frightened by the scene before him.

[Why is the prince's room empty? ]

"What? The warehouse was stolen?" The prince grabbed the butler's collar and asked nervously.

"Your Highness, yes, yes. This morning, when the accountant went to the warehouse, he found it empty." The butler's voice trembled and he seemed very scared.

The prince's heart sank suddenly. His warehouse contained a large amount of gold, silver and treasures, but now it had been stolen, causing huge economic losses.

The prince let go of the butler, anger rising in his heart, and walked towards the storeroom in a hurry.

A group of guards and servants had gathered at the door of the warehouse. When they saw the prince coming, they all bowed their heads and saluted.

The prince pushed open the door of the storehouse, and the scene before him made him shudder. The storehouse, which was originally filled with gold, silver and jewelry, was now empty, with nothing left.

"Who entered or left the warehouse last night?" the prince asked sternly.

A guard stepped forward and answered tremblingly: "Your Highness, there were guards on duty in the storehouse last night, but no abnormalities were found. It was not until this morning when the accountant came to check the accounts that he discovered that the storehouse had been robbed."

"You are a bunch of useless people. How come such a big warehouse was emptied just like that? And there was no noise at all? Tell me, did you guys collaborate with outsiders to rob?" the prince roared angrily.

Everyone knelt down in unison, their voices trembling: "Your Highness, please check clearly. I (the subordinates) did not hear anything last night."

The prince obviously didn't believe it. How could the entire warehouse be emptied overnight without the collusion of an accomplice from within?

He was furious: "Take the guard down and interrogate him until he confesses who ordered him to do so."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He glanced at the guards and servants kneeling on the ground, thinking to himself: [This matter is definitely not simple. The theft of the warehouse and the looting of the room must be related.]

Suddenly, the prince thought of the brothel girl from last night. Could she be related to this matter?

[After waking up, the woman did not disappear. This incident must have something to do with her.]

"You, go find the brothel girl from last night. If you can't find her, bring her head to me." The prince pointed at a guard at random.

The guard looked pale and bowed as he retreated to carry out the order.

The prince returned to his study and paced back and forth, feeling a mixture of anger and anxiety.

He felt that this was no ordinary theft and there must be a deeper conspiracy behind it.

Just as he sat down and was thinking whether this matter was related to Ye Hao, a secret guard hurried in and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

The prince's heart tightened, fearing that something worse might happen.

"What's the matter?"

The secret guard whispered, "Your Highness, I heard that the residence of the Minister of Revenue was robbed the night before. Except for the servants' quarters, all other rooms were looted."

The prince stood up suddenly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What? The Shangshu's residence was also robbed? And everything was gone overnight?"

The secret guard nodded in confirmation: "Yes."

"Why does no one in the court know about this?" the prince asked puzzledly.

The secret guard whispered back, "I heard that the Minister was afraid that this matter would affect his reputation, so he blocked the news and only conducted an investigation within the palace."

The secret guard continued, "The woman in the mansion thought it was haunted, so she asked a Taoist priest to perform a ritual."

A trace of disdain flashed across the prince's eyes: "Haunted? That's just a woman's opinion." He paused and asked, "Has Ye Hao found out who did it?"

The secret guard shook his head: "No."

The prince fell into deep thought again: [Who did this and why? ]

At this time, one of the prince's new concubines, Ci, came in with a bowl of hot soup.

"Your Highness, I have specially stewed some soup for you. Please calm down." The new concubine said softly, her figure as light and graceful as a willow.

The prince was annoyed and originally planned to drive her away, but when he saw her charming posture and thought about the theft in the warehouse, his anger became even more difficult to contain.

And the weak concubine in front of him seemed to have become the object of his anger.

He pulled her over and the hot soup in her hand spilled.

The prince suddenly pressed her onto the table, and mercilessly tore off her clothes with his hands. His movements were rough and rapid, like a wild beast out of control, raging madly on her.

The prince realized at this moment that even though his heart was as hot as fire and his body was as restless as burning lava, no matter how hard he tried, a certain part of his body still could not respond to his desire.

From enjoying it at the beginning, the concubine gradually felt that the prince was unable to cope with it, and her eyes changed from expectation to helplessness and disappointment.

When the prince saw her expression, the anger in his heart spread. He strangled her neck violently, but it was useless to vent his anger no matter how hard he tried.

The concubine's eyes were filled with fear, and she kept slapping his hands, but his grip became tighter and tighter, until her breathing gradually became weaker and finally stopped completely.

He looked at a certain part of himself in horror: [What happened? ]

Prince: "Someone come."

The two servants outside the door heard the call and walked in quickly.

Because the prince often killed people, there was no surprise on their faces when they saw the tragic scene before them, as if all this was already commonplace.

"Drag her away and deal with her." The prince ordered coldly.

The servants came forward silently and lifted the concubine's body carefully, as if she was just a shabby object.