Su Changqing lay atop the eaves, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the Dali Delegation from afar.
One was the residence of a prince, while the other was also a ministerial estate. The two mansions were separated by only a single wall. With his exceptional eyesight, he quickly found the room where Duan Yu was staying.
Of King Zhennan's Four Household Generals, three stood outside while Zhu Danchen remained within. Even with Duan Tianya guarding the place, the four had not let down their guard.
Fu Sigui, Zhu Danchen, Chu Wanli, and Gu Duchen were truly extraordinary. Each possessed an imposing presence and excelled at coordinated attacks; all had reached the Ninth Level of Xiantian.
"The young master mutters about Goddess Sister even in his dreams. Honestly..." Hearing Duan Yu's faint sleep-talk from inside, Fu Sigui could not help but laugh.
"Our Duan family is like that. We fall in love with every woman we see..."
The three sat around a burning brazier, chatting and laughing. They vaguely formed a triangular formation, firmly protecting the room.
Su Changqing watched for a while, found no opening, then turned to leave.
Over at the Izumo Kingdom delegation, a black-clad figure suddenly darted out. With steady steps, he leaped onto the roof. Dressed in black and masked, he was tall and powerfully built—it was Wuwuan, concealing his identity.
Better today than another day. We've just arrived, so the imperial spies won't react in time. I'll capture the Great Shang Empress Dowager first.
Wuwuan's heart was cold as he lifted his head and suddenly spotted Su Changqing, who was preparing to climb down.
The two black-clad men looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
"Who are you, sir? How dare you spy on the Izumo Kingdom delegation?" Su Changqing spoke