Xiang Yang remained impassive throughout, merely listening in silence to Su Baobao and the others' overlapping accounts. Clearly, he had his own calculations in mind.
The sheepskin scroll within the tomb on Lingya Mountain had revealed quite a few hidden secrets to him, giving him some guesses about the Demon Sect's intentions. The only thing he could not understand was why Great Zhou had allowed matters to drift unchecked. Had something happened to Emperor Shengwu?
He still remembered discussing the Demon Sect with the Third Prince, Li Hong. Many within the imperial clan had expressed confusion over Emperor Shengwu's actions, which showed that there were still secrets hidden within.
As they spoke, a woman strode in through the room's open doors. She wore the uniform of a Purple Robe Constable, her neat ponytail draped before her right shoulder.
Her skin was fairer than snow, with a delicate jade-like nose, cherry lips, watery eyes, and sword-like brows. Heroic yet alluring, she carried an imposing air that warned strangers to keep away. Who else could she be but the finest female constable under heaven?
As Ning Ke slowly entered, different thoughts arose in different hearts.
For instance, Su Baobao was now wondering whether Ning Ke's sudden arrival was a coincidence, or whether someone had secretly tipped her off.
His relationship with Ning Ke could not be called good, nor could it be called bad. They were merely colleagues in official matters: when there was business, they discussed business; when there was none, the total number of words exchanged between them was not much.
Besides Ning Ke's rather aloof nature and her unwillingness to socialize, another reason was that he himself harbored a degree of wariness toward her.
One should know that there was generally only one Chief Constable with real authority in