The innkeeper was descended from a Wei minister. Before his father died, he had repeatedly instructed him that Wei was the rightful line and should possess the Heaven's Mandate of the Second Wei. He deeply agreed. He had lain low in the Capital City for twenty years, waiting for this very opportunity.
Now the Great Wei Crown Prince had returned to his rightful place and had the Kingdom of Ying as his foundation. So long as False Zheng fell into chaos, the Crown Prince would naturally be able to lead troops back and restore Great Wei.
"Prince Dai is being searched for—could this be connected to Prince Qi? No, I must go take a look and uncover the connection. Only then can I report to His Majesty with a clear target in mind!" At this thought, the innkeeper's heart surged like a tide. He longed to die for Great Wei at once. Grabbing an umbrella, he charged into the rain.
Prince Qi's Residence
The vast residence had green tiles and whitewashed walls. Pavilions, terraces, and towers stood among the pines and cypresses. It was usually bustling with people, but now, with rain falling and night descended, the entire residence had quieted.
Other than the few courtyards still lit, only the rainproof glass lamps along the corridors swayed in the wind.
A white figure flashed lightly several times and arrived outside the high wall. Rather than scaling it, she searched around before finally stopping at one spot. Her little paws dug quickly a few times, revealing a hole.
Little Fox had visited Prince Qi's Residence once before. She had dug this hole the last time she entered. Any princely or noble household with deep roots in the Capital City was bound to have mechanisms preventing others from intruding.
They were especially