"Where is Jin Zhihua, Vice Minister of Ministry of Revenue?"
After seeing blood, Yang Ge's voice grew even calmer.
So calm that it made Nangong Feiying's hair stand on end!
He lamented inwardly. Yang Ge's reaction was absolutely one they had anticipated... and the one they had least wanted to see!
As long as Yang Ge was still willing to sit down and hear them out, there would always be some room to maneuver.
But he would not even sit down. Their thousand schemes were like a feather falling into a rushing stream...
"Jin Zhihua is hiding in the Moon-Inviting House. I'll lead the way!"
Resigning himself to his fate, Nangong Feiying turned his horse and led Yang Ge out of the alley.
Yang Ge squeezed his horse's flanks and followed Nangong Feiying. The thunder of hooves erupted once more.
A hundred-odd riders swept down the long street, buildings flashing backward like roadside trees...
Moments later, Nangong Feiying led Yang Ge to an elegant, old-fashioned, three-story brothel.
Its doors were tightly shut, its interior pitch-black. There was neither candlelight nor a sound, as though no one were inside.
But Nangong Feiying confidently pointed inward, indicating that their man was there...
Yang Ge looked up at the gilded sign reading "Moon-Inviting House" above the entrance and beckoned forward.
"Go in!"
A band of Embroidered Uniform Guard officers dismounted, drew their sabers, broke down the doors, and swarmed inside.
Amid the pandemonium of startled screams and shouts, an enraged roar came from within: "This establishment belongs to the Prince of Wu! How dare you act so-"
Nangong Feiying strained his throat to interrupt the roar inside: "Act your mother's fucking ass! The Duke of Road Pavilion's retinue is here, and you curs still dare to bark?"
"The Prince of Wu..."
Yang Ge