The prince is very cruel

"I left my shoes there and messed up the table a bit, so you all wondered where I was?"

"If I'm not mistaken, even you three can't remember whether you've seen his face or not, right?"

The three of them were startled.

"This, this is impossible!"

"Although we...we did talk!"

"Yes, I also spoke to Rudan."

Guan Ning shook his head: "He must have deliberately spoken to you before he left, and spoke to you again after he came back, giving you an illusion and planting a subconscious thought in your minds that he has always been there!"

The sound has a resounding feeling of revealing the truth.

"This..." The three of them were shocked and confused.

Li Yunzong stepped forward and frowned, saying, "Master Guan, this is just your personal guess."

"Isn't this too much of a stretch?"

"Lu Dan is a weak man, barely able to hold a pen. Even if the three of them could only see Lu Dan's feet, that doesn't mean anything, right?"

"The Imperial Clan Court is an important royal residence, Master Guan, I think you should think carefully before you speak."

"If this gets out, it will have a bad impact. I think Pu Dang's death might have been suicide!"

Guan Ning smiled without comment.

"Whether it is or not, we will soon find out."

"Master Li, do you dare to take a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" Li Yunzong frowned.

"Let's bet on this Lu Dan, he is the murderer!" Guan Ning insisted.

"Okay, I bet with you. I don't believe that your random guesses like this will come true!" Li Yunzong was serious. If Guan Ning lost the bet, he would have a reason to ask Guan Ning to stop making trouble.

"Come closer and listen." Guan Ning waved his hand.

Li Yunzong was half-believing and half-doubting, his majestic face flickering, but he still did it.

Guan Ning only whispered something in his ear, but even Yuwen Hong did not hear it.

Li Yunzong's eyes flickered and he finally nodded.

Soon after, the Secretariat was sealed off, more than 30 scholars were released, and Guan Ning also left with the palace guards.

It was as if nothing had happened, and as if they had returned in failure, except that the news of Pu Dang's death began to spread throughout the clan house.

"Hey, did you hear?"

"That young imperial envoy came here not long ago to arrest Pu Dang!"

"what?"

"why?"

"I don't know. Maybe he committed some crime, but out of fear of punishment, he committed suicide."

"That's impossible. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?"

"He wasn't even in the front hall, and he's not a god, so how did he know the imperial envoy was looking for him? I heard from others that the imperial envoy also decided to look for him on a whim."

"Alas, who knows? Things are getting tense lately, so we'd better be careful."

A group of people were talking when the thin and frail Lu Dan happened to pass by. He did not join in the discussion but seemed to be lost in thought.

Time flies and night falls.

child time.

Because of the deaths, the atmosphere in the clan house was much more depressing, and cries and requests for help could be heard from many of the confined courtyards from time to time.

The officials fell asleep one after another, and a large number of soldiers from the Ministry of Clan Affairs were guarding everywhere, with torches lit everywhere, illuminating some areas.

In the deserted places, crows flew by, making croaking sounds, which echoed with the waning moon in the sky.

Click!

A black shadow suddenly appeared under the tree, stepped on a dead branch and broke it, scaring away a wild cat.

Under the black mask were a pair of eyes that hid deep thoughts. He stared at the direction of the Book Pavilion, observing for a long time, and finally decided to set off.

He jumped up and jumped onto the eaves, crouching and moving around like a civet cat. What was strange was that he seemed to have opened his third eye and avoided almost all the checkpoints in the clan house!

No matter where a brazier is placed, he can avoid it accurately.

In just thirty breaths, he had already reached the roof of the Book Pavilion. He was as light as a swallow and made no sound when he stepped on the tiles.

The officers and soldiers who were in charge of guarding outside were completely unaware that someone had sneaked in, as if they were in an empty place.