Wei Wenda looked at the young woman before him.
In her cool eyes was a trace of nervousness she herself had not noticed.
Silence stretched for a long time.
Finally,
Wei Wenda slowly spoke four words.
"Colluding... with demons."
Huh?
A flash of astonishment crossed Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
"Colluding with demons?"
How was that possible?
In her memory,
Jiang Xun was rigid, set in his ways, even a little pedantic.
His greatest pleasures were tending flowers and plants or reading.
A man like that would collude with demons?
How could he even do it?
"When I first saw the case file, I thought the same as you."
Wei Wenda sighed.
"May I ask, Duke Wei,"
Jiang Yuechu said, raising her eyes, her voice colder than before,
"what kind of demon was it?"
Wei Wenda gave a bitter smile but did not answer directly.
He rose, walked to the bookshelf, and turned an inconspicuous vase.
Click, click—
A hidden compartment opened.
He took out a yellowed case file and laid it gently on the desk.
"Sixteen years ago."
"On the night of the Lantern Festival, ten thousand homes blazed with light."
"In Chang'an, demonic aura surged into the sky."
"That night, a Great Demon somehow evaded the Demon Suppression Office's watch and slipped into the Imperial City's inner palace."
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly.
Chang'an was where the Dragon Qi of the realm converged.
An ordinary demon would have its strength suppressed merely by approaching it, let alone entering.
How would one dare enter Chang'an?
Much less the Imperial City?
As if he had seen the doubt in Jiang Yuechu's eyes, Wei Wenda explained, "That was one of the mysteries of the case."
"Chang'an lies beneath the Son of Heaven's feet, where the Great Tang Dragon Vein converges. The nation's fortune holds