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The imperial guards began moving things out.

Box after box, stacked from the gate of the Shen residence all the way to the street corner, the gleaming silver gleaming coldly in the morning light.

More and more onlookers gathered, initially watching from a distance, but later the bolder ones approached to count the boxes.

When they couldn't count anymore, they simply stopped counting and just smacked their lips.

The account books from the Shen family's accounting office were found and piled up in the courtyard, reaching a height of more than half a person.

Lin Huiyin casually flipped through a few books, her brows furrowing more and more as she read.

There are too many hidden details in these ledgers; the destination of every expense is written in a vague and ambiguous manner.

But a hidden thread keeps recurring: large sums of money are flowing to the same place.

It wasn't explicitly written there, only a few vague codes were used, but Lin Huiyin understood it at a glance.

"Wing King's Mansion".

He closed the ledger and whispered to Lu Zhao beside him.

Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow and whistled.

"They've got some nerve."

Pack these ledgers into separate boxes.

Lin Hui handed the account book to her attendant behind her.

"This box should be presented directly to the Emperor."

The news of the siege of the Prince Yi's mansion immediately caused a sensation throughout the capital.

Who is the Wing King? He is the most popular candidate for crown prince.

Even if courtiers didn't go out of their way to curry favor, they wouldn't dare to offend such a person.

But who is Xiao Fang? He's the kind of guy who dares to pluck a whisker from a tiger's face and play around with it.

Even if it wasn't that the Wing King intentionally killed his father, he would do anything just because he didn't like him.

When the Imperial Guards from the Surveillance Bureau came out of the Shen residence, the streets were already crowded with onlookers.

After carrying the long, dragon-like stash of stolen goods, box by box, into the emperor's private treasury, they split into two groups.

A small group of people escorted the Shen family back to the Censorate prison.

The large group of people turned two streets and completely blocked the front and back gates of the Prince Yi's Mansion.

A hundred or so纨绔 (sons of wealthy and powerful families) rode on horseback, filling the entire street in a massive, chaotic display.

They came to ransack the house, but they were all dressed in flamboyant clothes.

Some people had newly acquired jade pendants hanging from their waists, while others had fox furs they had just taken from the Shen family mansion draped over their shoulders.

Some people were still holding unfinished wine jugs, throwing peanuts at each other on horseback.

They looked like a bunch of spoiled brats out for a spring outing, not like people on official business.

Prince Yi stood on the steps at the entrance of the mansion, one hand behind his back, his back ramrod straight.

He was still wearing that moon-white python robe, his hair tied up with a jade crown, and his usual gentle and refined smile was on his lips.

But beneath that smile, something was slowly crumbling.

Xiao Fang dismounted and walked up to the Wing King.

"The Censorate is raiding the Prince Yi's residence. Your Highness, please make way."

His tone was calm, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with forcibly searching the prince's residence without any evidence or order.

The Wing King didn't move; his gaze went past Xiao Fang's shoulder.

Looking at that group of laughing and joking young masters who had already bypassed him and forced their way into his mansion, he saw...

The smile on his face finally couldn't be maintained.

He looked at Lu Zhao and kicked open the carved wooden door of his study.

Then I heard a loud crash from inside, as if the display shelves had been knocked over.

He watched Lin Hui walk into his storeroom, fanning himself, and come out carrying an account book.

He casually flipped through it and glanced at it, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

He watched as the group of spoiled brats moved things out of his house.

Gilded incense burners, jade-carved mountains, and bolts of Yun brocade and Shu embroidery.

Some people even carried out the rosewood armchair from his flower hall.

While carrying it, he muttered to his companion, "This is valuable, hurry up and move it."

"Xiao Fang."

The Wing King's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and his warm and gentle mask finally shattered completely at this moment, revealing a pair of sinister and piercing eyes beneath.

He didn't address him as "Commander Xiao," nor did he maintain any superficial politeness.

He just stared intently into Xiao Fang's eyes and said, word by word.

"Think carefully! Today you have stepped into my residence, searched my storerooms, and taken my things."

This is not only a slap in the face to me, but also to the entire royal family.

Do you think Father Emperor will tolerate you?

Xiao Fang looked at him, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He did not answer the Wing King's question, but simply turned around and waved behind him.

Mingrui moved a chair over from the side and placed it directly opposite the Wing King.

Xiao Fang lifted his robe and sat down.

He sat casually, with his legs crossed and one hand resting on the back of the chair.

With his other hand, he took the teacup from Mingrui and slowly blew on the tea foam.

His position was directly opposite the Wing King, creating a subtle standoff between them.

The Prince of Yi stood on the steps of his own mansion, while he sat opposite him, like a guest watching a play.

A prince standing, a commander sitting.

One high, one low; one angry, one calm.

The Wing King had one hand behind his back, which slowly clenched into a fist, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

His smile was still on his lips, but it was no longer warm.

Instead, it's like a mask nailed to the face, with the skin underneath cracking inch by inch.

He wanted to reprimand Xiao Fang for disrespecting imperial authority and having no regard for hierarchy.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a scream from behind him from a maid.

He turned around abruptly and saw several spoiled young men carrying a large sandalwood chest out of his bedroom, laughing and joking.

The box lid wasn't closed properly, revealing several pieces of women's underwear and several scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.

He recognized those scrolls of calligraphy and paintings; they were some of his most treasured ancient paintings, which he rarely even dared to unfold himself.

"Be careful, be careful!"

Lu Zhao stood to the side with his hands on his hips, giving instructions in a voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire street.

"This painting is valuable! If it gets damaged, it's our loss!"

Wing King clenched his fist even tighter.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Fang in front of him.

Xiao Fang was holding a teacup, sipping his tea slowly through the rising steam.

She acted as if she were admiring flowers in her own backyard, relaxed and at ease, without even glancing at him.

Xiao Fang clearly knew what the Wing King was thinking; everyone in the capital knew it.

Prince Yi was the son of Consort Zhao, the emperor's most favored prince, and the one with the best chance of becoming the crown prince.

All the officials in the court were trying to curry favor with him, sending him invitations, lavish gifts, and expressing their loyalty.

But there are two people who are different from the rest.

One of them was Xiao Ji, a general who commanded 400,000 border troops in the north and did not respect the Wing King.

Xiao Fang was in charge of the Censorate in the capital, and he opposed him every day.

This father and son, one refused to submit at the border, and the other acted unreasonably in the capital, yet the emperor still protected them.

If he ascends the throne in the future, the first thing he will do is to deal with the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion.

"Your Highness."

Xiao Fang finally spoke, his voice lazy and slightly steamy from the tea he had just drunk.

"My duty is to carry out orders."

If you are unhappy, go to the palace and speak to the Emperor.

He paused, handed the teacup to Mingrui beside him, and stood up to straighten his clothes.

Only then did he finally look at the Wing King properly.

But there was no provocation, no fear in that gaze, only a very faint, nonchalant certainty.

"I'll be waiting right here."

In the courtyard, the spoiled brats were still making a ruckus.

After they finished moving everything out of the storeroom, they began searching the various side rooms.

They would even search through the maids' sewing baskets, taking anything of value.

The family members of Prince Yi's mansion were herded into the flower hall and placed under guard.

The women covered their faces with handkerchiefs and cried, while the children screamed in terror.

The Wing King stood on the steps of his mansion gate with one hand behind his back for a long time.

He didn't say anything more, because he knew it would be pointless to say anything.

He couldn't touch his private army; doing so would fall into Xiao Fang's trap.

The Wing King watched as Xiao Fang and his men ransacked his palace.

He crushed and scattered his decades of dignity all over the place.

He could only stand there, listening to the sound of porcelain shattering behind him.

The sound was crisp and short, as if the reputation he had painstakingly built over the years was being shattered piece by piece.

Since we can't do it openly, we can only resort to some underhanded methods against Xiao Fang.

Otherwise, this father and son would really think he was only good at treating people with respect!