Wang Hui crept along the forest path, craning his head to look behind him every so often to make sure no one had discovered his movements and secretly followed him.
After doing this several times, he finally felt a little more at ease.
When Emperor Mingze had made such a great show of sealing off all news from the camp a while ago, he had thought he would never have another chance to earn merit. Who could have imagined that, after just a few short days, a golden opportunity would be delivered right before his eyes!
He hurried to the agreed meeting place, pressed his thumb and forefinger together, put them in his mouth, and blew a piercing, birdsong-like whistle.
After a while, someone stepped through the tangled undergrowth, draped in moonlight.
Wang Hui promptly bent down in a respectful bow.
The newcomer seemed to think nothing of him. He merely swept a wary gaze around their surroundings and said coldly, "Speak."
The camp had caused quite a stir today, so he assumed something major had happened. He did not want to waste time on anything unimportant.
As though he had not noticed the other man's disdain, Wang Hui answered respectfully, "Emperor Mingze has gone missing in Danyang City. The entire military camp is in chaos."
The eyes beneath the iron mask sharpened, finally looking directly at Wang Hui. "Are you certain this information is accurate?"
"Absolutely certain." Wang Hui nodded. "General Kan has taken several dozen elite soldiers into Danyang City to search for His Majesty."
"And..."
Wang Hui gave a secretive chuckle. "I personally saw the Eleventh Princess run out of the tent in a panic. Judging by the direction she took, she must have been heading toward Danyang City."
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