When Di Yao entered the Crown Prince's Mansion again, dawn had just broken.
He had not slept all night.
His expression remained calm.
Hu Liena followed at his side.
She had barely rested last night either, yet she did not utter a single complaint.
The pace of the past few days had been too fast.
Iron Furnace Town.
White Stone Warehouse.
Seven Treasures Fake Seal.
Soul-Falling Slope.
Tang Hao.
Xiao Wu.
Nearly every single matter had been enough to become a major case on its own.
Yet in Di Yao's hands, they had been constantly compressed, linked together, and pushed forward.
Hu Liena could feel herself being swept along by that pace.
She could not slow down.
She could not stop.
Because Di Yao never gave his enemies time to catch their breath.
The main hall of the Crown Prince's Mansion.
Xue Qinghe had already been waiting.
The letter Di Yao had sent lay on the table, and the tea was still hot.
Xue Qinghe raised his eyes toward Di Yao, his smile gentle.
"Di Yao, you sent me a very troublesome person."
Di Yao sat down.
"Tang San was already in Heaven Dou. I didn't send him."
Xue Qinghe smiled.
"But you made him troublesome."
Di Yao said, "I merely exposed the trouble."
Xue Qinghe did not refute him.
He picked up the letter and gave it a light shake.
"The Black Market Armament Case. Tang Hao's appearance. The aura of a dangerous soul beast. The flow of logistics materials from the Royal Academy. None of these are small matters."
Di Yao said, "That is why Your Highness summoned me, not to sigh over it."
Xue Qinghe looked at him.
"What do you want me to do?"
Di Yao said, "Restrict Tang San's movements. Seal off and investigate the