How Familiar Is This Prison Cell?

"Did Meng Shanming and those hundred thousand iron cavalry run off?"

Long Xiu asked in shock. Gong Lince and Meng Xuan beside him were likewise greatly startled. The operation had been carried out under utmost secrecy; those who knew should not have leaked anything.

Shang Jianxiong, the Emperor of Yan Kingdom, had been alarmed enough by this matter to come in person. He waved a hand, and Tian Yu passed Gaa Miaoshui's memorial to Long Xiu.

Long Xiu took it and quickly read through it. Gong Lince and Meng Xuan could no longer keep their composure either, swiftly crowding to either side of him to read the memorial together.

They could not help being nervous. The commander capable of directing Southern Prefecture's forces and waging war still remained, while Southern Prefecture's strength had been preserved intact. One careless misstep could bring about a towering calamity; plainly put, they might force Southern Prefecture into rebellion.

At a time like this, Han Song eyed them like tigers watching prey, while rebel forces stirred chaos within. If Southern Prefecture rebelled as well, matters would become troublesome indeed. How could they not be nervous?

Long Xiu's first thought was that someone had leaked the news. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? They had only just decided to move against Shang Chaozong here, and Shang Chaozong's forces had already fled?

This matter was truly no small thing. From the very beginning, only a limited number of people had known about it—only the upper echelons of the Imperial Court and the three major sects. Even those dispatched to carry it out would not be told what they were doing until the very end.

When he saw in the memorial that Shang Chaozong was still there, Long Xiu relaxed slightly. "Good. So long as Shang