Candlelight flared, dim and yellow, wavering.
Feng FeiYan slowly undid her robes. The Commandery Commandant Office's black cloak slipped down, followed by the inner garment, revealing her smooth back...
Her brows were tightly furrowed, her mind elsewhere.
Her task during this period was to gather information on those ancient Zhou tomb raiders. After all, they had used explosives—and quite a lot of them.
Catching them was not important. The key was finding the source of the explosives.
Tonight, an urgent secret message from the Commandery Commandant Office had summoned her. She had thought they wanted to question her about this matter, but unexpectedly, it was an internal struggle.
The Chang'an Commandery Commandant Office's guards, like those in the rest of the Great Xuan Dynasty, had three chiliarchs, each commanding ten centurions.
Yet the three chiliarchs held different ranks.
One was the Seal Holder and chief, while the other two were deputies.
She had originally been under Deputy Chiliarch Yu Chen. Since entering Chang'an, it had been his arrangements that allowed her to reach where she was step by step.
As for the enemy who had persecuted her Lineage, he had naturally already been slain.
Everything had originally been calm. She had thought it would continue that way until the shocking news arrived: Yu Chen had actually colluded with the Maitreya Sect and leaked intelligence on the New Style Firearm.
Centurion Chang Xuan had hidden his abilities deeply. Returning overnight, he had mobilized the connections he had secretly cultivated for years, directly seized Yu Chen, and taken his place.
She had not been Yu Chen's confidante, and thus escaped the disaster.
She had thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, it had only just begun.
Chang Xuan had earned favor by solving the stolen-firearm case. He had also somehow connected with