The Spy Battalion stood outside the inner compound of Prince Huai's Residence and was likewise divided into three courtyards: front, middle, and rear.
The Front Courtyard was where routine official business was handled. The people who came and went were usually high-ranking officials, mostly civil officials.
The relatively secluded Middle Courtyard was used for interrogation, imprisonment, and assigning missions to spies. The innermost Rear Courtyard was primarily responsible for storing military intelligence records and also contained three large archives. When war broke out frequently, this place served as Old Prince Huai's eyes.
However, after the second-generation wastrel Zhu Zigui took over, people from the imperial court had secretly taken control of the place, turning it into the emperor's diehard lackey outfit.
Spies certainly needed to move around. If all their informants stayed holed up in the Prince's Mansion every day, what could they possibly find out?
Thus, most of the spies throughout Prince Huai's Residence were deployed elsewhere. They were certainly a "military force" that could not be underestimated, but they followed an elite approach and were few in number. If a direct armed clash broke out, this was also a relatively weak point.
The Front Courtyard.
A drop of black ink burst in the sky, staining the surrounding scenery into an eerie ink-wash painting.
Whoosh!
A figure wrapped entirely in ink appeared in the Central Hall of the Front Courtyard, standing behind Deputy Commander Ding Hui.
He was none other than Prince Huai's crackpot strategist-Li Yan.
Deputy Commander Ding Hui stared at the people who had suddenly appeared, his brows tightly knitted and his voice hoarse. "Just the few of you? Heh, planning a rebellion?!"
"You fucking laugh like a half-witted villain." Liu Ji Shan appeared beside Er Leng, holding a dust-covered Jade Seal in his right hand,