Ma Xiong held a noticeably lower position within the Patrol Inspection Office than the Deputy Patrol Inspector surnamed Yang.
So he was the one who got up and went outside the room—the room where they were "questioning" someone naturally wasn't open to just anyone.
"Please let her in."
No one knew what was said outside. They only heard Ma Xiong say, sounding rather helpless, "All right," before coming back in himself.
He exchanged a look with the Deputy Patrol Inspector surnamed Yang, apparently speaking to him through voice transmission. The deputy inspector gave a slight nod.
A short while later, the Palace Mistress of Huaying Palace in Great Qi entered.
Her figure, taller than most men's, drew every eye as she stepped into the room.
"Your Highness," the Deputy Patrol Inspector surnamed Yang said. "Please forgive me for not saluting, as I am on official business."
Jiang Wuyou raised a hand. "There's no need for formalities. You aren't interrogating him, are you? If you are, I'll step outside."
"Of course not. Constable Jiang isn't a criminal," the Deputy Patrol Inspector surnamed Yang said. "We're just asking him a few routine questions."
"Good." Jiang Wuyou smiled. "I'll sit in."
Without waiting for the Deputy Patrol Inspector surnamed Yang or Ma Xiong to respond, she looked around, casually took a chair, and sat down to one side.
She didn't speak with Jiang Wang at all.
But everyone knew why she had come.
Jiang Wang wasn't surprised.
The Green Badge Constables of the Capital Patrol Inspection Office had openly begun hunting down people under Jiang Wuqi. If Jiang Wuyou still hadn't heard about it, then Huaying Palace truly had no chance of competing for the throne.
So it was hardly surprising that she'd learned Ma Xiong had brought Jiang Wang back to the