In Great Xia's current situation, both Imperial Princes were men to be wary of. Either one could stage a military revolt at any moment; there was no choice but to guard against it.
He had met the Third Prince and visited Lingyan Pavilion, which was connected to the Tenth Prince. He had discovered that the waters behind all this ran deeper than he had imagined.
"What did you find at the Ministry of Justice?" Changsun asked solemnly.
"Nothing definite. The few people in charge kept their mouths tightly shut. But the Lord of Yingcheng's death came at a very bad time. It must be connected to one of the Imperial Princes or the Three Grand Ministers," Ning Chen said in a low voice.
"Whom do you suspect?" Changsun narrowed her eyes slightly and asked.
"The Tenth Prince."
Ning Chen answered seriously. This was the situation visible at present. Duke Xiyu supported the Tenth Prince, while the former Minister of Justice had also belonged to the Tenth Prince's faction. It was difficult for Xia Mingri to clear himself of suspicion.
Changsun frowned. "Be careful. The Third Prince and Tenth Prince will likely continue trying to win you over. Do not give them your word lightly."
"Rest assured, Empress Dowager. I know what to do," Ning Chen replied calmly.
Changsun nodded. Once she felt there was nothing more to ask, she took a golden dragon-carved token from her robes and tossed it onto the bed. "This is the Dragon Guard Camp's command token. Keep it here. If anything happens, decide for yourself what to do."
Ning Chen trembled slightly. Looking at the token on the bed, disbelief flashed through his eyes.
The Imperial Guards of the Imperial City differed from other armies. Even as a Martial Marquis, he could not mobilize them