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"So she's the Sang family's daughter?"

"That Sang family girl who cries and screams all day about wanting to marry the Grand Secretary?"

"Keep your voice down, she's the Prime Minister's wife now."

People around gradually huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

However, a few words still reached Sang Luan's ears.

Her face remained expressionless, but her captivating eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

Wei Jian looked down and saw that the woman's expression was extremely serious.

He narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, "Go out and patrol."

"Boss, we brothers aren't comfortable with you staying with this woman all the time." After saying that, the man threw his head back and laughed a few times, a mole on the corner of his mouth twitching with his movements.

Wei Jian's eyes turned cold, and in the next instant, he decisively drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at the man's throat.

The laughter stopped abruptly. He swallowed silently, his gaze fixed on Wei Jian with suspicion.

"Apologize!" Wei Jian's voice was hoarse and his tone was exceptionally cold, conveying the implication that if the other party did not apologize, the tip of the sword would pierce right through his throat.

The man was stunned, his fear was obvious. He quickly recovered, looked at Sang Luan, and said with a mournful face, "Miss Sang, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Sang Luan was not only the daughter of Minister Sang, but also the wife of the Grand Secretary. Regardless of how the Feng family actually treated Sang Luan, they still had to save face.

Moreover, everyone in the court knows that Minister Sang is a notorious womanizer. If Minister Sang finds out, he might come to the palace with a knife in the dead of night to confront him.

Wasn't he just sending himself to the underworld by making that kind of joke?

When his gaze fell on the sword again, he immediately understood that Lord Wei was not threatening him, but saving him!

After realizing what had happened, he couldn't help but tremble. He quickly slapped himself and said in a much more sincere tone, "Miss Sang, I shouldn't have made that joke. Please don't take it to heart! I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Seeing the other party's resolute acceptance of death, Sang Luan chuckled softly and turned to Wei Jian, "It's alright, let him go."

The most important thing now is to find the assassins who have already infiltrated the palace.

Wei Jian gave a soft hum, then sheathed his sword without even glancing at it.

Before he could speak, the others in the room tactfully withdrew.

Wei Jian: "Now it's just you and me. Just tell me what's on your mind."

“There are assassins in the palace, among the opera singers. Some of them should be wearing pale yellow clothes.” Sang Luan said succinctly, directly stating her purpose. “I overheard it by chance this morning while watching the opera.”

Wei Jian paused, his brows furrowing instantly. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"All I know is that they will dress up as opera singers at today's banquet in order to infiltrate the palace and assassinate the Emperor." Sang Luan nodded, her expression becoming even more serious.

She carefully recalled the scene at the time, "If I'm not mistaken, there should have been four of them involved in the assassination."

Wei Jian was startled. "You even know how many of them there are?"

"Hmm." Sang Luan gave a soft hum. "Judging from their breathing, there should be four people. There's no time left. The banquet will start in half an hour, and things will only get more chaotic then."

She spoke very quickly, “I know you might not believe me, but I have no choice but to come to your inspection department.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jian said firmly, "I believe you."

“Look.” Sang Luan handed the wooden plaque she had picked up earlier to Wei Jian. “This is what I just found. I don’t know if it belongs to them.”

Wei Jian glanced at it, his pupils widening suddenly. He quickly took it, examined it in his hand, and said, "It's 100% true. Judging by the time, they should have already entered the palace."

Sang Luan: "That's right, just a stick of incense burned out a minute ago."

"Come on, you'll come with me." Wei Jian lifted his foot and walked out.

Suddenly, he paused slightly, turned to look at Sang Luan, and hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Sang Luan couldn't help but ask.

"His Majesty only allowed Fushengxian's group to enter the palace to welcome that beauty. His Majesty only likes to listen to the operas performed by their garden." Wei Jian's face showed a hint of difficulty. "If we take her away rashly, His Majesty's original arrangements will be disrupted."

"His Majesty's safety versus this charade—which is more important?" Sang Luan's eyes were already showing a hint of urgency. "Does Lord Wei still need to think about it?"

Wei Jian gritted his teeth and went straight out the door, looking to the left. "Assassins have entered the palace. You all, quickly go to Fushengxian and find out the identities of the people who entered the palace at today's banquet. This time, exit directly through the east side gate."

"We'll focus on checking those who are only temporarily entering the park," Wei Jian added.

“No.” Sang Luan stepped forward and corrected, “Just check those who stay in the garden year-round.”

Wei Jianding glanced at her sideways. "Why?"

“To enter the palace, all aspects must be prepared.” Sang Luan explained methodically. “Those in charge of affairs, Fushengxian, would not allow newcomers to enter the palace. Otherwise, they would be exposed before it even begins.”

Immediately afterwards, a group of people quickly headed towards the east side gate.

"Leave a few people at the patrol station." Wei Jian then assigned a few more people. "You, you, you, each of you lead a team and quickly go to the Linde Hall to protect His Majesty's safety."

Soon, only about ten people remained from the large group.

Wei Jian's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand, "The rest of you, come with me to the Imperial Household Department!"

After saying that, the group set off in a grand procession.

Sang Luan looked up at Wei Jian; his efficiency was top-notch!

"Oh, isn't this Lord Wei? Where are you rushing off to? You've even forgotten your manners when you see me?"

A charming female voice rang out from behind them.

Wei Jian's expression changed. How did he end up running into this person?

He paused, turned around, and nodded slightly to the woman before him. "Greetings, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is in danger, and I am on my way to apprehend someone."

Sang Luan looked up and saw a woman in a pale yellow dress in front of her, with a palace maid on her right fanning her to cool her down.

The woman was followed by about four palace maids, who looked very arrogant.

The pale yellow dress and the way she acted suggested that this was the Consort An the little eunuch had mentioned earlier.

"Danger?" Consort An casually touched her temples, slightly raised her chin, and swayed her slender waist as she stepped forward. "What a joke! How could I not know if His Majesty were in any danger?"

Sang Luan was speechless. Did Consort An have a grudge against the Emperor?

"Who are you?" Consort An glanced at Sang Luan casually, then immediately stood up straight, a sense of unprecedented threat welling up inside her. "What kind of expression is that?"