With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"Alright then." Nangong Wu nodded and followed him back to the inn.

The man in white led them directly to the third floor and into a private room.

Nangong Wu looked around the private room. There were two large rooms, luxuriously decorated, with thin carpets on the floor, layers of gauze curtains, and flickering candlelight.

"Please sit down, young master." The man in white invited her to sit in the outer room.

"You're welcome!" Nangong Wu sat down.

Looking up, my gaze pierced through the gossamer-like gauze curtains, and I saw another person sitting in the inner room.

Inside was a luminous pearl, emitting a soft light. It was clear that it was a man, turned to the side, wearing a hideous ghost mask that revealed a delicate and perfect jawline.

The man inside seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head away.

Nangong Wu was slightly taken aback, feeling that this person's chin looked somewhat familiar.

"Now that you've come all this way, young master, just say what you have to say!" the man in white asked first.

"I would like your help to investigate the true cause of death of Zhenyuan Prince Huo Jing," Nangong Wu said bluntly.

She didn't know if either of the two people was the leader of the Wujian Pavilion, but they were at least key members.

The man in white was taken aback, and his eyes involuntarily drifted toward the figure in the inner room.

"As far as I know, Prince Zhenyuan died when his horse was startled and he and his carriage fell off a cliff."

"This is just the surface. He has disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. I have received reliable information that he was murdered." Nangong Wu took out a stack of silver notes and placed them on the table.

"This 100,000 taels of silver is a deposit. If you can find out who he is, his body, or who killed him, you can name your price."

She knew that Nangong Xun was the one who killed her parents, but she didn't have enough evidence.

Moreover, her father has disappeared without a trace, and she needs to spend money to find him. The Wujian Pavilion has extensive connections and is well-informed, so perhaps they can find him.

"This..." The man in white glanced at the man inside again.

Seeing his hesitation, Nangong Wu raised an eyebrow. "What? You can't do it? Or is the money too little?"

"Okay! We'll take this job!" A deep voice came from inside.

"But Huo Jing is a member of the royal family, and the mission is top-level, making it very difficult to investigate. We might not be able to find out anything. Regardless of the outcome, the 100,000 taels of silver deposit is non-refundable!"

Nangong Wu nodded slightly, "This young master understands the rules of the trade."

The man in white looked at Nangong Wu, seemingly already knowing her true identity, but he didn't reveal it.

"Now that you know that Prince Zhenyuan was murdered, could you please let us know the information you have? This will allow our people to find clues as soon as possible."

"Okay." Nangong Wu took out a secret letter from Nangong Xun and gave it to the man in white.

After reading the secret letter, the man in white's expression changed drastically. "Young master, since you already know who the mastermind is, what need is there for our Wujian Pavilion?"

Nangong Wu's gaze was cold and stern. "A few secret letters alone are far from enough to bring down Nangong Xun. I hope you can help me find the person who killed the Prince of Zhenyuan, preferably capture him alive."

"Understood." The man in white accepted the 100,000 taels of silver notes and issued a receipt.

"Seven days later, you may send someone to inquire about the situation, but there may be no news."

"Understood." Nangong Wu put away the secret letter, stood up and took her leave.

This secret letter is still useful; we can't lose it!

Before leaving, she glanced at the man inside one last time.

The man in white saw Nangong Wu off, then returned, closed the door, and went into the inner room.

"If I'm not mistaken, this woman should be Nangong Wu, the only daughter of Nangong Lan and Huo Jing."

"Hmm." The masked man hummed softly.

"So you know Nangong Wu?" The man in white looked at him as if he were a monster, his eyes full of curiosity.

"No wonder you wanted to see her as soon as she appeared, and accepted her job without saying a word." The man in white seemed very excited.

"Tell me quickly, how did you two meet?"

Seeing that the masked man remained silent, he continued, "Speaking of the woman who threw herself into your arms last time, the grass on her grave must be as tall as a person by now, right? I never expected that you would like someone like Nangong Wu!"

Nangong Wu is now incredibly famous; even I've heard of her in Dongzhao. First, she gave birth to a child that wasn't Zhou Shaorong's, then she disrupted his wedding, stripped the bride naked, and even killed someone! It's said that Zhou Zheng was demoted by the emperor because of this…”

"Shut up!" The masked man seemed annoyed by his words, stood up, stepped onto the window, and used his light-footed skill to leave!

"Hey! Where are you going? We haven't even had a proper conversation yet..." The man in white followed the black figure with his eyes, tapped the roof of the opposite building with his toes, and moved away as fast as lightning, quickly disappearing into the night.

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On her way back, Nangong Wu was still thinking about the masked man. For some reason, the man gave her a feeling that was both familiar and strange.

She carefully went through the original owner's memories again and realized she didn't recognize this man at all.

The original owner only had eyes for Zhou Shaorong and could not possibly know anyone from the Wujian Pavilion.

Back at the Prince's residence, she looked towards the guest rooms and asked, "Is Young Master Xiao doing well at the residence?"

"Young Master Xiao has been recuperating and hasn't gone out," Li Shuang replied.

"Let's move him to another courtyard!" Nangong Wu instructed.

The guest rooms are located in the southwest corner of the palace, separated from the outside by only one wall. That area is also inhabited by servants and guards, and the environment is not very good.

Since Xiao Lin is ostensibly her male consort, his living conditions cannot be too poor.

Li Shuang thought for a moment, "The only decent courtyards are in the East District."

"Okay!" Nangong Wu nodded.

Xiao Lin won't be leaving anytime soon, and the Flying Feather Guards also live in the southeast corner of the Prince's Mansion, which has a good environment. It would be perfect for him to move to the East District.

"I'll go find the old steward now." Li Shuang went to arrange Xiao Lin's accommodations.

Nangong Wu returned to Zuimei Courtyard and went to check on the children first. They were all asleep, and her youngest daughter no longer had a fever.

"Granny, if the child feels unwell again, please call me."

"This old servant understands!" Granny Feng looked at Nangong Xi with great heartache. "The steward has already sent someone to find the original physician of the manor, hoping he can return soon."

Nangong Wu knew that the former royal physician was originally an imperial physician in the palace. He was highly skilled in medicine and was sent to the Prince's residence by the late emperor. After her father disappeared, the old royal physician also left.

The next morning, Nangong Xi had a high fever again and cried incessantly.

Nangong Wu gave the child some more fever-reducing medicine and tried physical cooling methods. If the fever didn't subside, she would have to have the child's blood drawn for testing.

Just then, a commotion came from outside, startling the sleeping child awake, who began to cry loudly.

Li Shuang hurried over. "Princess, it's Nangong Qi's sons who have barged in and want to see you."

Nangong Wu's face turned cold as she carried the child out.