"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Zeng Anmin had remained motionless for so long, Bai Ziqing's face showed a trace of confusion.
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
His gaze was exceedingly dark and remote.
He pursed his lips and swallowed hard.
With an extremely solemn expression, he looked at Bai Ziqing.
"Brother Bai, can you help me obtain records from thirteen years ago about whether assassins ever entered the imperial city... no, not the imperial city."
Zeng Anmin paused, his gaze turning sharp.
"I mean records of assassins entering the inner palace?!"
Besides monitoring the hundred officials,
the Imperial City Department also bore the duty of guarding the imperial city.
Therefore, its Secret Archives Repository was certain to contain records of assassinations and attempted assassinations from these past years.
Hearing this, confusion flickered in Bai Ziqing's eyes.
"What do you need that for?"
"It's of tremendous use!"
Zeng Anmin's heart was pounding violently. He looked deeply at Bai Ziqing and said,
"This may be a case of earth-shattering proportions."
"A case even bigger than Ren Weizhi's collusion with the Demon Race!"
Bai Ziqing's expression became extremely grave as well.
He looked at Zeng Anmin, his brows tightly furrowed.
He knew that Zeng Anmin never fooled around with such matters.
Worry surfaced in those eyes.
Bai Ziqing hesitated for a moment before trying to persuade him.
"The situation is still relatively stable now. You..."
"Don't worry. I understand. The forces tied to this are too vast, too tangled... Even if I learn the truth, I won't act rashly."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on Bai Ziqing.
"I need it quickly."
"Mm."
After hearing that, Bai Ziqing did not hesitate. He nodded seriously, then turned and sprang over the courtyard wall.
"Wait two hours for me!"