Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

If his two uncles or others wanted to turn against him, Gao Ye would have no way to stop them.

Zhao Yan glanced at the soldiers at the palace gate and asked Yang Sanlang in a low voice, "Are you confident that you can sneak into the palace without alerting those people? If so, we can go in and kill that beast, and then return to the North."

Since they're already here, we have to do something about it.

Yang Sanlang raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings, silently assessing the situation before finally nodding to Zhao Yan.

"Okay, let's not go in through the main gate, let's find a secluded place to enter."

"it is good."

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, she immediately began looking for a place that would be difficult to spot and easy to climb over.

Yang Sanlang was the most skilled at this matter.

Before long, he found a secluded, unattended corner in the southwest corner of the palace.

"Yan'er, let's go in from here."

Zhao Yan looked up at the not-so-tall palace in front of her, and took the initiative to put her arms around Yang Sanlang's neck.

"let's start."

"……okay."

With the warm, soft beauty in his arms, Yang Sanlang's mind wandered for a moment or two, but he quickly came to his senses. He wrapped his strong arms around Zhao Yan's slender waist, and with a light touch of his toes, easily leaped over the palace wall and flew inside.

Yang Sanlang had never been to the palace before and was not very familiar with its layout.

He could only rely on his senses to carefully navigate the various roof beams, while also avoiding attracting the attention of the guards inside.

Seeing that this was not a good idea, Zhao Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly bought a general version of the palace layout map from the system store.

"Sanlang, find a secluded spot first, let's look at the map."

Map? What map?

Although Yang Sanlang was puzzled, he didn't ask anything. He simply hummed in agreement and soon arrived at a secluded and deserted palace.

Zhao Yan pulled away from the man's embrace, spread out the newly bought map on the table in front of her, and then suddenly took out a small light bulb from her bosom and turned it on.

A faint light immediately shone into the cramped room.

Yang Sanlang stared in disbelief, his heart once again filled with shock.

The items used by immortals are so high-class!

It's possible to produce light without lighting a fire?

The little thing Yan'er is holding is really amazing.

"Here, here, and here again. As expected, Gao Ye must be in these places."

Zhao Yan wasn't afraid that Yang Sanlang would notice anything. She stared intently at the map for a long time before finally pointing to three places on it.

Actually, she wasn't entirely sure, but based on her experience watching palace dramas in her previous life, the emperor usually lived in one of these few places, and it shouldn't be any different.

After not hearing Yang Sanlang speak for a while, Zhao Yan couldn't help but look up.

Seeing that Yang Sanlang's eyes were fixed on the small flashlight in her hand, she lowered her gaze slightly and suddenly reached out her hand.

"Here you go, look if you want, but you have to hurry, I'm afraid the light here will attract other people's attention."

"...Okay, I'll be right there."

Yang Sanlang carefully took the small black flashlight from Zhao Yan's hand. He was amazed to see that although it was small, the light it emitted was no weaker than that of a candle, and even brighter.

Moreover, this little thing doesn't emit any smoke smell.

Yang Sanlang found it truly amazing.

After watching for a short while, he quietly returned the small flashlight to Zhao Yan.

"Yan'er, was this also a gift from the gods?"

"Yes, this is called a flashlight, it's used for lighting."

Zhao Yan took the small flashlight, gave a casual explanation, and then pointed to several places on the map for Yang Sanlang to see.

"Let's not talk about that now. Quickly write down these places. We'll go check them out later."

"it is good."

Yang Sanlang quickly composed himself and lowered his eyes to carefully note down the places Zhao Yan pointed out.

When he said it was okay, Zhao Yan quickly turned off the small flashlight and put it back in her arms.

"Let's go, let's go to the nearest Hall of Mental Cultivation first."

The layout of ancient imperial palaces has always been largely the same. Relying on his memory, Yang Sanlang quickly led Zhao Yan to the place where Zhou Ning usually rested.

However, although there were several soldiers guarding the palace gates outside, the two climbed over into the palace and found it empty, clearly indicating that Zhou Ning was not there.

Yang Sanlang and Zhao Yan exchanged a glance, then quietly climbed out of the window and crept towards the next place.

The two searched all the locations on the map, but Zhou Ning seemed to have vanished into thin air; they couldn't find him at all.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly and couldn't help but mutter to Yang Sanlang, "Do you think that beast wasn't even in the palace at all?"

Yang Sanlang frowned and thought for a while, then said, "How about we go and take a look at the inner palace?"

Logically speaking, with so many soldiers guarding the palace gates, Zhou Ning should definitely be inside the palace; otherwise, he wouldn't have done this.

Zhao Yan nodded after hearing this.

"Alright, let's go take a look at the harem then."

Ha ha.

At this point, if that beast is still indulging in a life of debauchery in the harem, she really wants to give him a thumbs up.

So the two of them quickly made their way into the inner palace.

Faintly, Yang Sanlang heard a playful noise coming from the palace ahead. He quickly exchanged a glance with Zhao Yan in his arms, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew swiftly in that direction.

In the cold palace in the northwest corner of the palace, Zhou Ning was passionately embracing a beautiful woman, their love entwined.

The two played around for a while before getting tired and lying down to rest.

Zhou Ning was drenched in sweat, but he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep.

He's been like this every day since he came back.

Unable to sleep at night, he would bring a beautiful woman to this desolate, cold palace, play with her until midnight, and only when he was exhausted could he finally get a good night's sleep.

He turned over, his consciousness just about to drift into a deep sleep, when suddenly he felt something hard pressing against his neck.

He had barely opened his eyes when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Before he could utter a word, his neck snapped to the side, and he was dead.

Meanwhile, the beauty beside him had already been knocked unconscious by Zhao Yan.

"Yan'er, what's next?"

Zhao Yan narrowed her eyes and asked Yang Sanlang, "Besides Zhou Chenglin, does this beast have two other sons?"

Yang Sanlang paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, there are two sons, the eldest prince and the third prince, and several daughters, all of whom are married except for the one who died."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes.

"Let's ignore those women for now and go take care of his two remaining sons."

The night is still long; they have plenty of time to deal with everything one by one.

Yang Sanlang sheathed his short sword and nodded silently.

"it is good."

Then, the two quietly returned the way they came.