"Go to the Prince's Mansion and bring the Third Prince to the Prefectural Yamen. If he asks, tell him I have something extremely important to attend to."
After shouting his orders from horseback, Ren Ye galloped away, heading straight for the old Archives he had just visited.
On the Official Road, the personal guards all felt that His Highness had suddenly become rather unhinged, but none dared ask questions. They headed for Prince Huai's Residence together.
Clop, clop...!
Entering the city, his horse raced down the long bluestone street. The biting wind lashed his cheeks... and a storm was already raging inside Ren Ye.
He had probably guessed what that "thing" Yang Sanlang could not find actually was.
But this guess needed evidence. That would not take long, because it was right there in the Archives...
Before long.
Inside the old Archives, the Old Man and the others had carried Yang Sanlang's body into the storeroom, laid him on a soft bed, and covered him with a white cloth.
There were few people here, and the colleagues had worked together for years. Old Yang's death had left everyone quite saddened.
"Ah, how could a perfectly fine man just go mad like that...!"
With a sigh, the Old Man walked out of the storeroom.
Whoosh!
A figure appeared before him without warning and said in an icy voice, "Overtime."
"?!"
Utterly bewildered, the Old Man widened his eyes hard before recognizing Ren Ye. "Your Highness, you...?"
"Come into the Archives with me."
Dropping this abrupt instruction, Ren Ye darted back inside with another whoosh and looked around.
Terrified of losing his job, the Old Man immediately followed with three junior clerks and bowed. "What's wrong, Your Highness?!"
"You work here, so you must be familiar with how the records are