Li Yuncong smiled. "Is there really any trouble you can't handle?"
Hu Xiaotian raised his teacup and leisurely took a sip. "How are the things you promised me coming along, Eunuch Li?" Before going to Heavenly Dragon Temple, he had struck a bargain with Li Yuncong: he would work for Li Yuncong, and Li Yuncong would help bring Baobao back and investigate Murong Feiyan's whereabouts. Neither matter had yielded any results yet. Li Yuncong could forget about prying information out of him.
Li Yuncong let out a sinister cackle. "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would almost have forgotten. Murong Feiyan is in Kang Capital. She was ordered by His Majesty to supervise construction at the Imperial Mausoleum."
"What?" Hu Xiaotian looked stunned. Murong Feiyan was in Kang Capital? If so, she should already have heard of his arrival. Why hadn't she come to see him?
Li Yuncong said, "They're working day and night on the Imperial Mausoleum, two hundred and thirty li from Kang Capital. Troops are stationed within its grounds, and no one except the laborers is permitted to approach. The commander in charge is Jiang Shaoli, another of Murong Zhan's prized disciples."
Hearing this, Hu Xiaotian immediately understood why Murong Feiyan had been unable to meet him. Murong Zhan must have been pulling strings behind the scenes, keeping her trapped there. A fierce longing welled up within him. He wished he could sprout wings and fly straight to her side.
Li Yuncong said, "His Majesty knows his days are numbered. Ever since reclaiming the throne, he has been urging them to accelerate construction at the Imperial Mausoleum. He attaches enormous importance to it. Anyone who dares interfere with matters there would likely be setting himself against His Majesty."
Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. Murong Zhan truly was vicious.