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The Seventh Prince took the teacup and slowly raised his gaze: "Young Master Li is referring to..."

"A mighty warrior on the battlefield is imprisoned, his comrades and their families are all sent to the brothels. Does Your Highness really have the heart to watch this happen? Does Your Highness not fear that this will chill the hearts of the 300,000 mighty soldiers on the border?"

The seventh prince gently swirled the teacup in his hand.

Those few words touched his heart.

What Lin Xiaosu said was everything he had in mind!

General Blood Dragon fought on the battlefield for forty years, protecting the country and its borders with unparalleled iron will, but because of the seventh prince, he suffered an unexpected disaster.

If he can't save him, how can Hong Yun be worthy of being a human being?

How could the 300,000 soldiers on the border not feel disheartened?
Where is the right path in the world?

Therefore, no matter how difficult the test, he must ensure the safety of the Blood Dragon!
"Young Master Li... what exactly do you mean?" The Seventh Prince's heart was in turmoil, but he still maintained a calm demeanor.

"I want to help you this time!" Lin Xiaosu said.

This is the exposed base.

However, the Seventh Prince slowly raised his eyes: "Thank you for your kindness, young master. However, this matter is not something you need to worry about, nor do I need to worry about it. My father will make a fair judgment, and there may be a turning point in the matter."

Lin Xiaosu smiled: "The turning point Your Highness mentioned, I'm afraid, is not His Majesty's decision, but rather a result of following He Yun's strategy, is that right?"

The Seventh Prince's expression darkened slightly: "What does Young Master Li mean?"

Lin Xiaosu said, "We lack trust right now, so any more words from me would be superfluous! I don't expect any answer from Your Highness; I'll just speak, and Your Highness can simply listen!"

The Seventh Prince nodded slowly: "Please, young master!"

Lin Xiaosu said, "Your Highness's visit to Xin Pavilion today to request an audience with He Yun was a misstep, extremely dangerous..."

The Seventh Prince resolutely followed Lin Xiaosu's instructions, offering no response and instead sipping his tea.

Lin Xiaosu said, "I might as well make a bold guess about the suggestion He Yun gave you: could it be that he asked Minister Song of the Ministry of Justice to intervene and implement a prisoner swap?"

The seventh prince suddenly became completely still.

He didn't reveal the slightest clue, but his expression, in Lin Xiaosu's eyes, was as certain as a signature on paper.

This is indeed the method!
What a vicious He Yun!

Lin Xiaosu said, "Blood Dragon was already 99% dead, his whole body had fallen into the abyss, and there was no way to save him. The prisoner exchange plan gave Your Highness a glimpse of a chance for survival. But Your Highness, do you know that this chance for survival was a vicious trap set by others for Minister Song?"

The Seventh Prince slowly opened his eyes and stared intently at Lin Xiaosu.

Lin Xiaosu said, "Your Highness, you need to accept reality. Since Blood Dragon fell into the Heavenly Prison, he has actually fallen off the chessboard and is no longer anyone's target. His only value is to be used as bait to clean up the court! If you can't let go of him, you will fall for schemes like today again and again! Until those loyal ministers and generals in the Great Wilderness court lose their lives one by one!"

Although the Seventh Prince remained silent, a chill ran down his spine.

"I have a suggestion for you!" Lin Xiaosu said, "Sing this song with them!"

The Seventh Prince took a deep breath and finally spoke: "Sing a song?"

His voice was hoarse.

“Yes, didn’t he suggest you switch prisoners? You should switch them to show him! But…” Lin Xiaosu lowered her voice.

The seventh prince's eyes slowly brightened.

“Even if this is not a merit, it is at least not a fault. What does Your Highness think?” Lin Xiaosu said.

The Seventh Prince gently closed his eyes, then slowly opened them after a long while: "Young Master Li, why... why did you do this?"

“I asked you many questions, and you didn’t answer a single one. I won’t answer this one either!” Lin Xiaosu said. “How about we continue our topic after a few days, when you truly feel that I, Li, am worthy of your trust?”

"Farewell for today!" The Seventh Prince stood up.

"Your Highness, may you rest in peace!" Lin Xiaosu rose to see him off.

After the Seventh Prince descended from the pavilion, Lin Xiaosu turned her gaze to the pavilion next door.

There was no one in the attic next door.

However, under his divine insight, he could clearly see that He Yun and the Gray Curse beside him were in a dark room, far from the window, and ordinary people would never be able to see them.

Furthermore, the mysterious expression on He Yun's face was nowhere to be seen.

"Sir!" Gray Curse said, "This Deacon Li has gone too far!"

He Yun smiled faintly and did not answer.

Gray Curse said, "He dares to interfere in matters that the Deacon has taken on? Who gave him the audacity? Just because... he just completed a marriage alliance with Qingqiu? Does he think he has a chance of entering the cave?"

"Good news!" He Yun smiled gently.

"A good thing?" Gray Curse frowned. "This is an insult to the master. Why, sir..."

He Yun said, "Grey Curse, you've been with me for a while now. You should understand that everything in this world has a price, except for dignity and face, which are worthless. When looking at a problem, don't just look at the moment, look at the result! Do you understand?"

The Gray Curse seemed both understood and misunderstood...

In Lin Xiaosu's attic, Lin Xiaosu and the Holy Maiden of the Thousand Spirits also had a conversation.

The Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits reminded him: "This He Yun already considers you an enemy!"

"What will happen?" Lin Xiaosu asked her.

With just three words, the Holy Maiden of the Thousand Spirits fell silent.

She suddenly realized the real reason why Lin Xiaosu ignored the rules.

Because he was never Li Chengnian.

The shackles that were put on Li Chengnian could never truly bind him.

Others need to consider all aspects when making decisions, but what does he need to consider?
The whole world is the enemy.

He doesn't care who dies, as long as he doesn't die.

Is he afraid that the Crown Prince will target his Li family?

Is he afraid that the entire Xin Pavilion will target his Li family?

This is what is meant by "minding one's own business"—he doesn't care whether the world is in turmoil or not.

For the rest of the time, Lin Xiaosu was quite relaxed in Xin Ge.

He entered the library with the gait of a refined scholar, and with his access, he could see all the records on the third floor and below.

He flipped through things here and there, seemingly indifferent.

Everyone didn't take it seriously either.

Occasionally, they would encounter a few stewards of similar rank, exchanging jokes and discussing marriages in Qingqiu, displaying the ostentatious nature of scholars. Then, two days later, an old man descended from the third floor. The moment he appeared, everyone around fell silent.

All the stewards bowed and addressed the Pavilion Master.

The old pavilion master nodded to them, and amidst a large entourage, left the pavilion and entered his secret chamber.

Late at night, the Pavilion Master reappeared in the library and went to the third-floor entrance.

There's a gate, guarded by someone.

The second-level gate is unguarded; it can be opened by activating the formation with a steward's token.

The three-tiered portal cannot be opened with a steward's token; a pavilion master's token is required.

Holding a token, the sect leader activated the formation and entered the third level.

On the third floor, an elder bowed and asked, "Sect Master, what kind of information do you wish to inquire about?"

"Go outside and keep watch!" the Pavilion Master ordered.

"Yes!"

The elder went outside.

Suddenly, a look of indifference appeared in the eyes of the pavilion master.

The moment he gave that look, it was clear that Lin had accomplished something of extraordinary significance.

He transformed into the Pavilion Master, forged the Pavilion Master's Order, and used his array formation skills to open the three most secret levels of the Heart Pavilion.

The information on the third floor is of utmost importance.

Lin Xiaosu's heart was also filled with immense excitement...

He had a strong interest in these materials, but he restrained himself.

Because if we go back in time, there is something even more indispensable: a dark room located within these three floors.

He pointed to the spot where the Pavilion Master had pointed before, but he couldn't open the secret room.

His mind raced, and he used a sub-divine technique!
As soon as the secondary divine technique was used, the hidden door was activated silently.

My God, only a demigod of level 30 can open this door; the secrets inside must be incredibly advanced.

Sure enough, once he entered the secret room and opened the first document, his heart started racing...

With her humanistic spirit fully activated, she finished reading the first document in about three minutes.

Next up is the second book, two minutes.

The third book...

Such rapid browsing is inconceivable to ordinary people, but Lin Xiaosu still felt it was too slow.

With a circulation of his true energy, both books flew up simultaneously, and his two Heavenly Dao Primordial Spirits deciphered the mystery in sync, doubling the speed.

Time passed minute by minute...

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Finally, before dawn, he finished reading all the information inside.

Exit the darkroom.

We arrived at the exit on the third floor.

"The matter I have come here today must not be mentioned to anyone!" Lin Xiaosu ordered the elder.

"Yes!"

Lin Xiaosu left home.

In most places, such an instruction would raise suspicions, but in Xin Ge, it's perfectly normal.

Because Xin Ge is all about scheming, and everyone there is scheming.

The elders guarding the pavilion for many years had developed a fixed mindset: only the pavilion master's order could open the third floor. The information inside the third floor was half true and half false, and not very valuable. Only the two pavilion masters knew where the truly valuable information was and how to open it.

Therefore, there is no possibility that anyone would steal the data.

There is a formation surrounding the books.

The Heart Pavilion is filled with array formations.

This would undoubtedly increase the difficulty of free movement for ordinary people, but for Lin Xiaosu, it was precisely his best cover. Although his cultivation level was still mediocre, in terms of espionage skills alone, his level was a dimensional reduction attack in this world—after all, there was no systematic theory of espionage in this world.

He became the Pavilion Master and reverted to Lin Xiaosu, all without anyone noticing.

Half an hour later, he returned to the room.

He opened the door and was taken aback; a beautiful woman was lying on the bed…

The Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits disguised as Yan Shi.

Sensing his arrival, the Thousand Spirit Saintess sprang to her feet: "Where have you been?"

Lin Xiaosu hesitated slightly...

Saintess Qianling's eyes darted around slightly: "Is it because there are people monitoring outside at this time, and you need to do something interesting with Yan Shi in bed to fit your usual behavior?"

Lin Xiaosu glared at her: "If I said yes, would you really cooperate with me in this act?"

"Of course not! But I can conclude from this that you have ill intentions from the very beginning."

"Alright, alright, stop flirting!" Lin Xiaosu sat down on the edge of the bed: "I've found out about the Spirit Clan."

Upon hearing the next sentence, the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits' expression changed.

News from the Eldar!
The Spirit Clan resides far away in the Spirit Ruins.

It's a million miles away from here.

She originally intended to return to her ancestral homeland as soon as she entered the desolate ancient land, but she couldn't bear to leave him behind. At the same time, as she said, the closer she got to her hometown, the more timid she became, and she dared not ask others for advice.

A time span of millions of years is indeed far too long.

The birth and extinction of a clan are nothing more than ripples in the long river of time, nothing extraordinary.

The news she feared hearing was that the Eldar were extinct, that the Eldar had long since become a symbol in history…

Therefore, she did not immediately embark on the journey back to the Spirit Ruins; she hoped to learn about the Spirit Clan's situation from the Heart Pavilion first...

The news is here! (End of Chapter)