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Chapter 136 The Seven Children Burned to Death... Were They Princes?!

The candlelight flickered slightly.

Gao Heyun's stunningly beautiful face was intently examining the booklet in her hand.

Her brows were calm, and her fair fingers slowly turned the page, twisting the corner of the page.

Just as he was engrossed in his work, his eyes twitched slightly, and he indifferently looked up at the doorway.

Not long after.

"Bang!"

A corpse was dumped at the entrance of Feihe Hall.

After throwing the body down, Cheng Laiyun strode over.

Gao Heyun didn't speak, but frowned as she looked at the corpse on the ground. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Cheng Laiyun, waiting for his explanation.

Cheng Laiyun didn't waste any words. He lowered his gaze and said directly, "This fiend's name is Li Xun."

"The leader of the Naya organization that we destroyed."

Gao Heyun paused for a moment, then placed the booklet on the table and turned to stare at Cheng Laiyun: "You killed him?"

"I killed him."

After answering, Cheng Laiyun sat down directly opposite Gao Heyun.

His phoenix eyes narrowed, and his voice was deep: "You should know about my supernatural powers."

"I named it 'The River of Oblivion'."

"Its function is to empathize with the soul of the deceased —"

Gao Heyun only heard half of it before looking up and immediately flicking her sleeve.

"Bang!"

The doors and windows of the house were slammed shut by an invisible gust of air.

She then turned off the lights, her lips slightly parted, but she didn't make a sound.

But the sound condensed into a thin line and entered Cheng Laiyun's ear.

Transmitting sound secretly.

"You can tell me now."

The voice, transmitted so secretly, was somewhat comical.

It was the kind of sharp, innocent look—completely opposite to Gao Heyun's usual aloof and cold expression—

Cheng Laiyun's lips were slightly parted.

But he also knew that now was not the time to joke.

He channeled his spiritual energy into a thin thread and used telepathy to speak to Gao Heyun: "In short, it means being able to read the memories of the dead."

As he spoke, he pointed to Li Xun's corpse on the ground and said, "When I was at the slave trader's hideout, I read a child's memories. The leader of those slave traders was this person."

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

When he secretly transmitted his voice to Gao Heyun.

I also saw the fleeting smile on Gao Heyun's lips —

"Then today, after I went to the Ministry of Works to look for Jiayin, I saw this person at the entrance of the Ministry of Works and immediately chased after him—"

Cheng Laiyun told Gao Heyun what had just happened, bit by bit.

Upon hearing this, Gao Heyun frowned deeply, then couldn't help but murmur, "Li Xun—My Lord?"

"Seven children—"

"fear----"

"What is that Lord afraid of?"

"I don't know." Cheng Laiyun frowned and shook his head. "We should find out Li Xun's identity first."

"Then let's see if we can follow the clues and find the 'master' behind Li Xun."

Gao Heyun remained silent.

She kept her brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on the table.

She was deep in thought, and after a long while, she looked up.

When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with solemnity: "According to what you said, this Li Xun abducted seven children three years ago, and then the seven children were burned to death in the house—"

"After the Lord appeared, fear returned—"

"Do you remember how that 'Master' appeared before Li Xun?"

Cheng Laiyun paused for a moment.

Then, recalling the events, he said, "It seems like—it appeared out of thin air—"

"Appeared out of thin air?" Gao Heyun's gaze suddenly sharpened, and her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible gravity: "If we exclude supernatural powers, then he is at least—a fourth-rank."

"Any system that involves the phrase 'appearing out of thin air' is definitely a technique that only exists at the fourth rank or higher."

Fourth rank?!

Cheng Laiyun was slightly startled.

Fourth rank?!

"With a cultivation level of four rank, he is already one of the few figures in our Great Yuan Dynasty."

"Every person with a fourth-rank cultivation level is either a high-ranking official in a region or a key minister in the imperial court —"

Gao Heyun is now twenty-seven years old, a fifth-rank martial arts practitioner, and is already famous throughout the capital.

Liu Yundu, a fourth-rank martial arts practitioner under the Tang Dynasty Law, is one of the four inspectors of the Regent's Office!

This is the true value of a fourth-rank official!

The key question is—if someone has only reached the fourth rank of cultivation—why would they engage in something as illegal as child trafficking?

How could someone possibly do that?

There's no reason!

Anyone who reaches the fourth rank will receive preferential treatment from the Great Yuan Dynasty – whether it's high-ranking official salaries or cultivation resources. "If that lord is a fourth-rank official..."

"What could possibly cause this fourth-rank cultivator to feel fear?"

Cheng Laiyun also realized that something was unusual about it.

The death of seven children in a fire—would that terrify someone with only a fourth-grade cultivation level?

He could think of that.

Gao Heyun naturally thought of this as well.

"Bang!"

As if she had just thought of something, Gao Heyun suddenly stood up from her chair!

Her body trembled slightly.

Her eyes held an unprecedented solemnity!

"Come with me."

Gao Heyun's voice seemed to tremble slightly.

Ok?

What was Gao Heyun thinking about?

Cheng Laiyun was stunned. He saw Gao Heyun walking out at a hurried pace and followed her without thinking too much.

Supervisory Office.

Secret Library.

This is a five-story pavilion that is under extremely tight security.

The area was heavily patrolled by guards.

There are also many experts stationed on each floor.

It is the central area of ​​the Regent's Office.

After Gao Heyun handed over her waist token, the old man guarding the pavilion smiled and said, "Go in."

His smile was gentle.

"Mm." Gao Heyun nodded slightly, then glanced at Cheng Laiyun: "Keep up."

"The secret archives are protected by a formation; don't lose track of them."

With that, he strode forward.

Her gait was somewhat unnatural.

She moved with a halting gait, sometimes walking backwards, sometimes sideways, much like a rural shaman performing a ritual.

Just as Cheng Laiyun was about to make a few jokes with a smile...

But then I felt a sudden weight on my body.

The air around us grew heavier and heavier, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on our shoulders. With each wrong step, the pressure intensified.

Gao Heyun glanced back at him: "Don't get distracted, follow my steps."

"If we take the wrong step and accidentally trigger the formation, it will be very difficult to deal with."

"good!"

Cheng Laiyun dared not be distracted, keeping a close eye on Gao Heyun's footprints, not daring to make a single mistake.

Time passed little by little.

Two figures, performing a ritual dance, gradually traversed this path.

Gao Heyun suddenly stopped.

"arrive?"

Cheng Laiyun stopped and looked up to see a door without a handle.

Gao Heyun didn't say anything, but took out a jade pendant from her sleeve and pressed it on the door.

The door slid open silently, revealing a deep, dark passageway.

At the end of the passageway was a small, dark room.

Cheng Laiyun looked at the dark room.

I don't quite understand.

He didn't know why Gao Heyun had brought him here.

Gao Heyun had no time to pay attention to him.

After entering the dark room, she hurried to a row of bookshelves, her gaze sweeping over the dusty files one by one, finally settling on a thin booklet.

She reached out, took it, blew away the dust, and turned it over.

Cheng Laiyun moved closer.

The booklet contained only a few lines of text, the ink of which had dried and turned brown, as if no one had turned the page for many years.

[On the first day of the fourth month of the twenty-sixth year of the Jianye era, the thirteenth prince, aged six, went missing in the rear garden of the Qianyuan Palace. Six others, all sons of eunuchs and their tutors, also went missing with him.]

The emperor was furious and had seventeen eunuchs and thirty-two imperial guards beaten to death, and over a hundred were demoted.

[Martial law was declared throughout the palace, and the city was searched for seven days, but to no avail.]

A reward of ten thousand taels of silver has been offered for clues, but to no avail.

[The matter was eventually dropped.]

This short word.

Like a thunderbolt, it struck directly into Cheng Laiyun's mind.

His hand, hidden under his sleeve, trembled violently!

Seven children.

The six-year-old thirteenth prince, along with six playmates.

Three years ago, on the first day of the fourth lunar month.

The fire in Li Xun's memory was also three years ago.

Seven children.

The quantity matches, and the timing matches.

He raised his head and looked at Gao Heyun.

Gao Heyun was also looking at him.

Neither of them spoke.

The dark room was so quiet that the faint sound of a candle burning could be heard.

"You suspect these seven children—" Cheng Laiyun's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Gao Heyun did not answer.

She just stared at the booklet, her gaze as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless pool.

"What a coincidence," she finally spoke, her voice soft. "The timing matches, the quantities match."

"Li Xun abducted seven children and rushed them away, but those seven children died in a fire."

At the same time, the thirteenth prince disappeared and was never found.

Cheng Laiyun's mind raced: "If those seven children are the thirteenth prince and his entourage—"

"That fire didn't kill seven ordinary children, it killed a prince."

"The lord stood before the ruins, speaking of death," not because the child died, but because the prince died.

Gao Heyun didn't speak, but her silence said it all.

Cheng Laiyun suddenly understood what she was afraid of.

If this is true—

If the Seventh Prince was abducted by Li Xun by a twist of fate back then—

The fact that he died in that fire again makes this case far more complex than a simple case involving a slave trader!

That's the case of the missing prince!!

It's a shocking case that the imperial court has kept quiet for three years, resulting in dozens of deaths, and it remains unsolved to this day!

He and Gao Heyun, two eighth-rank inspectors and a fifth-rank provincial judge, held this secret in their hands.

Report it to higher authorities?

How do I report it?

They said we raided a human trafficking den and, from the memories of a ringleader, learned that the Seventh Prince was abducted by them three years ago and then burned to death?

What about the evidence?

Li Xun is dead.

Those children died.

The fire has been completely burned away.

There was only a booklet, a few lines of text, and Cheng Laiyun's unprovable supernatural powers.

If you report it, no one will believe you.

I believed it, but I didn't dare to admit it.

If they admit it, how far does this matter go?

The eunuchs who were beaten to death in Qianyuan Palace, the guards who were demoted, the days and nights when a reward of ten thousand taels of gold was offered but not received—it was finally found out that it was a few yamen runners who did it?

Where would the emperor put his face?

Where will the imperial court put its face?

Cheng Laiyun suddenly remembered the man in black, the master, from Li Xun's memory.

He stood before the ruins, his voice trembling, and said, "Dead."

That wasn't the fear a fourth-rank cultivator felt for the lives of several people!

That was fear of imperial power!

It was the fear that followed knowing his men had kidnapped the prince and burned him to death!

Who is that person?