Song Yaoyao nodded. "Good! Thank you for your hard work!"
The guard was overwhelmed by the favor. "I was only doing my duty."
Song Yaoyao nodded, thinking that once they captured the Capital of the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom, she would make sure these undercover operatives were handsomely rewarded.
Over the next few days, Song Yaoyao did not leave the estate.
But many things happened in the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom's Capital. According to their inquiries, everyone who had fallen into trouble belonged to the Third Prince's faction.
Some had their homes confiscated, some were exiled, and some had their entire households executed. During this period, an especially terrifying atmosphere hung over every street and alley of the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom's Capital.
Others had no idea why these people had suddenly fallen into trouble when everything had been perfectly fine, but Song Yaoyao and her companions knew exactly what had happened.
Gloating over their misfortune, Song Yaoyao said to her two cousins,
"Look at the people who've fallen into trouble. Every single one belongs to the Third Prince's faction. That tells us the Secretary of the Central Secretariat and Duke Zhenguo have made their move.
"I counted. The Third Prince has already lost four officials, all of whom held important positions at court.
"The Third Prince has suffered heavy losses this time.
"Now there are four vacant positions at court. These princes are bound to fix their eyes on them, each wanting to install his own people.
"Another storm of blood is about to sweep through the court!"
Ning Chaorui nodded.
"That's right. According to reliable information, the princes' private struggles have grown increasingly fierce lately."
Song Yaoyao asked another question.
"Cousin, it's been several days now. Is there any news about Lu Manzhu?"
Ning Chaorui replied,
"We've had people watching Lu