Shen Ying's departure had left Duan Yun feeling rather low.
From the day they met until now, Shen Ying had always been a reasonable woman, calm and levelheaded.
A woman like her would not suddenly believe he had truly gotten married.
Yet that seemed to be exactly what she believed.
If such a reasonable woman had begun acting so unreasonably, it could only mean she was genuinely angry.
As far as Shen Ying was concerned, even a sham marriage was enough to make her furious.
So she had left.
It was little different from running away from home.
Duan Yun understood how Shen Ying felt. He desperately wanted to find her.
And so he began searching.
Duan Yun had searched for people before. He knew there were many ways to do it, and he had thought this would not be particularly difficult.
But he soon discovered that finding a person was not difficult; finding Shen Ying was.
The cheapest way, of course, was to ask around himself. Duan Yun had already hit a wall there. All he had learned from Da Bai was that stockings had filled the sky that day, then Shen Ying had vanished along with them. He had found no other useful lead.
After that, he turned to money.
Paying someone to find her was expensive, but it could work.
As the martial world's largest intelligence organization, the Screen Door had always had a fine reputation and excellent service. Pay enough, and you could even buy details of how many times the emperor and his consort had shared a bed that day, down to the color of their underwear.
Yet even this formidable intelligence organization could not find word of Shen Ying right away.
According to the Screen Door, anyone who walked the earth was bound to