Prince's Estate Hunts the Culprit

The sun had already risen, and the spring breeze carried a trace of warmth.

Yet Luo MingZi felt cold all over.

He turned his head and glanced back, watching the palace gates slowly close. He could not help recalling when he had first come to the capital.

At that time, because he was on good terms with Li Yan, he learned of Zhao Changsheng's affairs. After reporting it, he gained the court's attention. The Mystic Sacrificial Official sent an order summoning him, and the Emperor personally received him, entrusting him with the important task of selecting elite forces to investigate Zhao Changsheng.

Back then, he had been full of youthful ambition.

Chang'an was, after all, not the capital, and even in Pure Yang Palace, he could not compare with those direct disciples.

If he could capture Zhao Changsheng, he would safeguard the Divine Land's state and people, and his years of painstaking cultivation would not be in vain.

Who could have imagined that he had merely glimpsed the tip of the iceberg?

The deeper he investigated, the more shocking the things exposed became.

Now, even beneath the capital's very nose, a demon's nest had formed. He already felt powerless to cope.

Suppressing the tangle of emotions in his heart, Luo MingZi quickened his pace.

After passing Meridian Gate, Luo MingZi was led by palace guards to outside Hall of Celestial Worship.

The gate's square was vast. "Hall of Benevolence" stood to the east and "Hall of Righteousness" to the west. Twelve bronze sword bells hung from the upturned eaves of each hall, corresponding to the twenty-four solar terms. Whenever the bells in the Directorate of Astronomy rang, the sword bell for the corresponding solar term would tremble, dispelling the palace's baleful air.

In the Great Xuan Dynasty, imperial authority surpassed