The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The night was as dark as ink, thickly spreading over every corner of the palace.

The palace lanterns emitted a dim, yellowish light, which appeared somewhat faint in the quiet night.

Xiao Yin sat in his study, his brows furrowed, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Fu Gonggong was ordered to arrange the distribution of copper coins to evacuate the people, but he did not return to report until it was completely dark.

Xiao Yin paced back and forth in the room, growing increasingly impatient. He summoned a palace servant and instructed him, "Go quickly and find out what's going on with Eunuch Fu. See how things are progressing and why he hasn't returned yet."

After receiving the order, the palace servant hurriedly left.

Xiao Yin continued to wait anxiously in the room, glancing at the door every now and then.

Finally, the palace servant came running back, and before even entering the room, he loudly reported, "Your Highness, this servant has found out the news."

Xiao Yin's heart tightened, and he immediately stepped forward, asking anxiously, "Tell me quickly, what exactly happened? Why hasn't Eunuch Fu returned yet? How are things with the Imperial Guards?"

The palace servant, slightly out of breath, composed himself and said, "Your Highness, it's because there are too many people wanting to collect copper coins. All the places in the city where copper coins are distributed are crowded with people, and everyone is scrambling to get their coins. The scene is very chaotic."

Fortunately, the Imperial Guards had broken free of the civilians' encirclement and were on their way back.

Upon hearing the news that the Imperial Guards were withdrawing, Xiao Yin's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Then, he opened his eyes, a ruthless glint in them, and muttered to himself, "These unruly people, they're so crazy over a few copper coins. When the Imperial Guards return, I'll see how I deal with those people from the Prince of Nanyang's Mansion and the General's Mansion."

After saying that, he turned to the palace servant and instructed, "Go and keep an eye on things. Report back immediately if there is any news of the Imperial Guards returning. Also, have Eunuch Fu come to see me as soon as he returns."

The palace maid quickly replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

Then he hurriedly left to continue gathering information.

Meanwhile, under the cover of night, the capital city was like a pot of boiling water, bustling with activity yet harboring hidden dangers.

The streets and alleys were teeming with people, with crowds jostling each other and weaving through the narrow streets. The cacophony of voices, hawkers' cries, and children's wailing created a noisy sea of ​​noise.

Having finally escaped the siege of the people, the Imperial Guards are now facing a different predicament.

The sheer number of people rushing to collect their copper coins completely disrupted their originally orderly queue.

The entire team is now in disarray and in complete chaos.

Some Imperial Guard soldiers were pushed around by the crowd and lost their way, anxiously searching for their comrades in the vast sea of ​​people; others were mercilessly pushed to the side of the road and nearly fell to the ground.

One of the Imperial Guard soldiers had just tried to open his mouth to greet the person in front of him, but before he could make a sound, a pair of strong hands suddenly reached out from behind and covered his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he was dragged into a dark alleyway by a powerful force.

The soldier was terrified and struggled desperately to call for help, but the hands covered his mouth tightly like iron clamps, preventing him from making a sound.

Just when he felt despair, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then everything went black before his eyes. He was knocked unconscious by a palm strike.

Almost simultaneously, several dark figures darted out from the shadows, skillfully and swiftly stripping the Imperial Guard soldier of his clothes and quickly putting them on another person.

After putting on the Imperial Guard uniform, the man tidied himself up a bit and calmly blended into the chaotic crowd, heading towards the Imperial Guard ranks.

If someone were to stand high above and survey the entire capital city at this moment, they would be astonished to discover that the original Imperial Guards had long been replaced.

The chaos in the city continued into the early hours of the morning.

Sitting in the magnificent yet somewhat desolate hall, Xiao Yin's thoughts were tangled like a jumbled mess, unable to find peace.

For some reason, his heart was pounding unusually hard tonight, as if an invisible hand was tugging at his heartstrings, and an indescribable unease was growing and spreading in his heart.

He frowned slightly, propped his forehead up with his hand, and his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and anxiety.

Various thoughts kept flashing through my mind, but I couldn't grasp the main point; they were just a jumble of random thoughts.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, a palace servant rushed in with a beaming smile and reported, "Your Highness, the Imperial Guards have finally returned!"

Upon hearing this news, Xiao Yin's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, saying slowly, "It's good that you're back."

He waved his hand gently, signaling the palace servants to leave.

These past few days, he has been exhausted both physically and mentally from dealing with matters concerning the Prince of Nanyang's residence and the General's residence, and has hardly had a good night's sleep.

Fortunately, things have progressed, and he can finally take a break.

Just as Xiao Yin was about to get up, a melodious tune suddenly rang out in the hall.

The music seemed to possess a mysterious magic, instantly attracting Xiao Yin's attention.

The once brightly lit hall suddenly fell into darkness the moment the music began.

Only a few dim lights remained, emitting a hazy glow.

Xiao Yin was startled, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw a bright beam of light shining directly on the open space in the center of the hall.

Within that dazzling pillar of light, a veiled woman dressed in colorful robes slowly appeared, as if from the night sky.

The woman had a graceful and slender figure, her delicate waist swaying gently under the light, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

Her skin was as white as snow, and appeared even more translucent in the dim light.

Just looking at it from afar is enough to stir up ripples in one's heart, as if countless tiny ants are crawling on one's mind, making one feel unbearably itchy.

Xiao Yin's tense body gradually relaxed, and the defensive look on his face quietly faded away.

He leaned back in his chair, squinted slightly, and watched the woman's graceful and captivating dance with great interest.

The woman swayed to the melody, her figure as light as a petal dancing in the wind, and soon she was in front of Xiao Yin.

With each movement of hers, a faint fragrance wafted through the air.

The fragrance was delicate and captivating, gently wafting into Xiao Yin's nose.

Xiao Yin couldn't help but take a deep breath, squinting his eyes slightly, and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

A faint smile appeared on the woman's lips, and with a flick of her fair fingers, she tossed a piece of light gauze towards him.

Xiao Yin subconsciously reached out and grabbed the gauze. The gauze felt soft and silky to the touch, like a woman's skin.

Then, with a slight tug, the woman seemed to follow the movement, turning gracefully to sit in his lap.

"Little vixen..." Looking at the woman's alluring face, Xiao Yin's eyes were filled with greed and desire.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze captivating with allure. She parted her lips slightly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's: "Your Highness, are you satisfied with my dance?"

Xiao Yin chuckled softly, his deep voice slightly hoarse: "Little vixen, you're bewitching me again."

He looked down at the woman's chest, where there was a small red mole.

A look of understanding appeared in Xiao Yin's eyes.

He pinched the woman's chin with his fingers and said, "Ling'er's dancing skills have become more and more refined, but I wonder if her other skills have improved as well."

As he spoke, he was about to pick up Xiao Ling and get up.

However, Xiao Ling reached out and pressed her hand against his chest: "Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry? I have prepared a surprise for you."

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, Xiao Yin's face showed interest: "What other surprises are there?"