The Prince Is Going to Give a Speech

Granda looked at him suspiciously. "You only gave us the task so you could stall until tonight?"

"How could that be?" Wu Heng scratched his head.

Beni smiled from the side. "Wu Heng spent the whole day running away. He really did use up a lot of energy."

"See? The people's eyes are sharp."

Granda said irritably, "Go on, then. We'll tell you what we find tomorrow morning."

"Alright, thanks for the hard work." Wu Heng smiled and quickly left.

Granda and Beni divided the materials into two piles and began going through them.

Xiaoxiao hid off to the side, carefully turned on her tablet, and watched cartoons at the lowest volume.

Bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Wu Heng could not help thinking over the matter.

He had been in the city for three days now.

In terms of how quickly he had eliminated targets, he had not been slow.

But the target he had set was the Second Prince, and he still had no clear leads.

Even Granda had begun to wonder whether the Second Prince had already been killed, with the Mystic Association using his identity to command the city guards from behind the scenes.

That was possible, though it did not seem likely.

If he had truly been killed, then who would inherit the throne afterward?

After all, they still needed the Second Prince himself to sit on the throne.

That was the only way it fit Kirin Path's entire plan.

"The more likely possibility is that he's been imprisoned, or perhaps protected."

If he killed the Second Prince, could the Mystic Association simply produce a fake Second Prince and keep issuing orders?

No. If he could be replaced so easily, then the Second Prince would not matter in the first place.

The matter of the