Lock-Dragon Formation

Shen Hui had barely sheathed his sword back into his body when a stench of urine rushed into his nose.

He turned his head and looked at the tall, skinny constable beside him, one brow lifting slightly as he hesitated to speak:

"You..."

The constable also realized that he had likely made an enormous fool of himself. His face flushed bright red, yet he still forced himself to say:

"C-Cold sweat."

Shen Hui did not expose him. He merely reached out and gave his shoulder a light pat.

Strangely enough, the constable felt a warmth flow down from his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, his crotch was dry again, without even the slightest damp mark.

The constable froze, lowered his head for a look, and said nothing. His throat merely bobbed once more.

Shen Hui withdrew his hand and asked flatly:

"Does the Great Peace County yamen have a register of those who went to Seed-Jade Nunnery to burn incense and pray for children?"

Hearing this, the constable felt as though he had been granted a pardon. He nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes! After the county magistrate's own mother became pregnant, he posted notices throughout the city. Anyone who goes to that nunnery to burn incense must have their name entered into a register. Not a single one can slip away."

Shen Hui nodded slightly.

It seemed the magistrate of Great Peace County was not entirely muddleheaded. He had likely noticed that something was amiss as well.

Yet he was probably like that wealthy gentleman, held firmly in the palm of his own pregnant mother's hand and unable to act of his own accord.

That made sense. If one's mother was bent on having another child, what could her son possibly do?

Thinking of it, Shen Hui could not