Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

In an instant, the streets were teeming with people, and shouts and footsteps mingled together, creating a chaotic and noisy scene.

The officers on night patrol dared not slack off in the slightest; they carried torches and weapons and quickly assembled at the city gate.

As they ran, they shouted to the panicked civilians running around in the streets, "Enemy attack at night! Everyone, quickly find a safe place to hide!"

Fang Yu remained remarkably calm in the face of this situation, as this was not the first time the enemy had launched a night raid here.

But she was not afraid.

Therefore, she did not stop at all, but instead quickened her pace and ran straight towards the county government office.

The county government office was also heavily guarded at this time, with numerous guards surrounding it.

However, these ordinary officials could hardly stop her; breaking through their defenses would be a piece of cake.

Fang Yu leaped lightly and easily scaled the high wall.

She moved with the lightness of a swallow and the speed of a ghost, darting swiftly between the eaves and walls.

Patrol personnel came and went throughout the courtyard, but no one noticed her ghostly figure.

She moved silently along the wall, carefully avoiding places that might reveal her whereabouts.

As Fang Yu passed by a garden full of flowers and plants, she was about to jump off the wall when she suddenly heard a low voice talking from behind the artificial hill not far away.

"My lord, the people of Chi Kingdom have launched another night raid as usual. They sent word that this plan will be put on hold for the time being, and there are other arrangements." The speaker's tone was respectful yet urgent.

The magistrate stood with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

His eyes were like those of a venomous snake, sharp and cold, as if trying to pierce through the thick wall and see into the room behind it.

The magistrate asked in an extremely cold voice, "Have you found out when the Inspector General will leave Huaizhou City?"

His words exuded an unquestionable authority that sent chills down one's spine.

The subordinate slowly shook his head and said softly, "I haven't found out anything. I think this inspector probably won't be leaving anytime soon."

Upon hearing this, the magistrate's already furrowed brows tightened even more, as if he could crush a fly in an instant.

Although he didn't say a word, his subordinates who had been by his side for many years already understood.

The subordinate bowed slightly, hands respectfully clasped, and deliberately lowered his voice to advise, "Sir, we are far from the emperor's reach here. As the saying goes, 'Strike first, strike hard.' In my opinion, we should go all the way! Otherwise, if this person discovers anything amiss, it will be your life that is in danger!"

Upon hearing these words, the magistrate showed no hesitation whatsoever, his eyes, hidden in the darkness, flashing with a chillingly sinister light.

He then coldly ordered, "Find a suitable opportunity..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped speaking and raised his right hand in a throat-slitting gesture. At the same time, his eyes became increasingly sinister, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

These few short but crucial words reached Fang Yu's ears, every single one of which was heard while he was squatting on the wall.

She carefully hid in the shadows, quietly watching the master and servant slowly leave from behind the artificial hill.

Thinking of the conspiracy he had just overheard, Fang Yu couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself: It seems that tonight's trip was worthwhile.

She nimbly vaulted over two towering courtyard walls, but just as she was about to land, she saw people standing below the walls.

The man held a cup of hot tea steadily in one hand, while his other hand was firmly pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist, as if the sharp blade would be drawn instantly at the slightest movement.

"Lord Mo."

Fang Yu parted her lips slightly and called out casually. After speaking, she jumped off the wall without hesitation.

When Mo Shisan saw her, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but his long-standing habit of vigilance made him dare not relax his guard in the slightest.

After all, the city has been quite unsettled lately, and the Chi Kingdom is teeming with assassins, many of whom are skilled in disguise.

Only when he heard Fang Yu's familiar voice did he relax a little and lower his guard.

"Miss Fang, what are you doing here?" Mo Shisan asked first.

Fang Yu gently brushed the dust off her hands, then casually glanced behind Mo Shisan.

Soon, her gaze settled on the room with a faint candlelight.

Through the window, one could vaguely see a tall figure sitting at a desk inside, focused on handling a mountain of official business.

She slowly turned her gaze back to Mo Jiu and said softly, "I have something very important to discuss with your master."

Mo Jiu stood still, but he tightened his grip on the teacup in his hand, causing his fingertips to turn white.

At this moment, he still harbored doubts about Fang Yu.

Seeing Mo Jiu's appearance, Fang Yu seemed to instantly understand something.

A slight smile played on her lips as she explained, "What? Don't you believe me? If I were truly an assassin, you would have been dead long ago, the moment you walked through that door."

As she spoke, she slightly raised her chin, her slender fingers pointing directly at the door behind Mo Jiu, her tone firm and confident.

Upon hearing these words, the doubt in Mo Jiu's eyes gradually faded, and he subconsciously pursed his lips.

Just as he was about to reply, Fang Yu swiftly reached out and gently took the teacup from his hand, saying softly, "Let me do it."

Inside the study, Xiao Jingqi sat at his desk, casually toying with a jet-black chess piece in his left hand, while his right hand held a letter, which he read intently.

Fang Yu tiptoed across the threshold and entered the study, pausing slightly as she gazed quietly at the focused man before her.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was serious, as if he were completely immersed in the world of letters.

Seeing how serious he was, Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a pang of reluctance, not wanting to interrupt his tranquility and focus.

However, in the next second, as if by telepathy, Xiao Jingqi suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door.

It turned out that a faint, yet extremely familiar, fragrance had begun to permeate the air. It was this subtle scent that prompted him to involuntarily look up at the doorway.