Under the tree on that mountain, the bright and handsome officer gave Sangsang a waist card before he left, affectionately stroking her head. Master Yan Se took out an object from his bosom and solemnly handed it to her, then instructed her with a few words.

  Soon after, the two old men turned into two handfuls of ashes on the cliff. Sang naturally wouldn't forget those details, so she knew what the official opposite her wanted, but she could pretend not to understand.

  Sang Sang was not a skilled fairy maid at disguise, so she pretended not to understand and couldn't deceive the other's eyes. Zhuge Wuren's face became increasingly gloomy, as if he might burst into anger at any moment.

  He Mingchi coughed lightly and looked at him, the meaning in his eyes was very clear. Although this matter is of great importance, it was passed down by Yan Se Dashi to Ning Que after all, so it's impossible to take it by force. If the imperial court really doesn't trust them, they can just keep a close eye on Lao Penzhai and wait for Ning Que to return before making any decisions.

  Prime Minister Zhuge clearly understood his meaning and calmly said, "Hedao Chang, I know you are the companion reader of the Second Prince, but I want to remind you that he is after all the Second Prince, and you... really don't want to become the Grand Master of the Great Tang Empire?"

  He Mingchi suddenly thought that Zhuge and the Empress were close, while many people in Chang'an knew that Ning Que was intimate with Princess Li Yu, could it be that today's events were just because the Empress didn't want Ning Que to become the future National Master?

  He smiled wryly and shook his head, because the other party mentioned himself, he didn't want to care about these things anymore. However, thinking of something, he couldn't help but say: "Lord Zhuge, you'd better not forget that she is someone's little maid."

  Zhuge Wuren fell silent for a moment, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he said: "Since it involves the safety of the empire, I think even the Academy would agree with my approach. Moreover, I have not been disrespectful to the Thirteenth Master, so why would interrogating a maidservant provoke the Academy's wrath? I'd like to ask the official, is the Academy's non-interference in state affairs just empty talk?"

  He looked at Sang Sang with a cold expression and said: "The things left behind by Master Yan Se and the Light God Seat, you must hand them over."

  At this time, Wang Jingluo returned to the garden and looked at the two of them coldly, asking: "Are you done questioning? I need to take her back to the military department."

  He Mingchi looked at him without understanding and asked: "What does the general want to ask this little maid?"

  Wang Jinglue replied: "The matter of the Glorious God's throne is related to the case of the bloody massacre in Chang'an City 14 years ago."

  He Mingchi fell silent and slowly closed his yellow oil-paper umbrella.

  Zhuge said indifferently, "Please inform General Xu Shi that apart from investigating the case, we also want this little maid. The Crown Prince has already entered the palace to ask for an edict from Your Majesty, and the Xiling Temple wants to take her back to Taoshan."

  Wang Jing raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Do you think the Western Hill Temple can suppress the Great Tang Military Department?"

  Zhuge Wu-ren slightly furrowed his brow and said: "According to the Tang Code, the military department has no right to intervene in this case."

  Wang Jinglue sneered: "According to the Tang law, you, Tian Shu, are even less qualified to hear cases."

  He Mingchi stood quietly beside him, though it was said that the Southern Gate of the Kunlun Mountains had many Taoists, because of Yan Se's death, there was a great resentment towards the little maid in Lao Bisheng's study, but he didn't think so.

  If it were usual, except for the imperial palace, any government agency in the Tang Dynasty would subconsciously retreat when facing military forces. However, today Tianzhuan is determined to get what he wants and has subtly brought up the two major mountains of Prince Wang's mansion and Xiling Temple, refusing to back down.

  Although there was no bloodshed, they had pushed each other to the end of the road. In the end, it seemed that the only place qualified to interrogate Sangsang according to the Tang law was still the current location of everyone in Chang'an Prefecture.

  Wang Jinglue said: "The prefectural governor has heard that he was burned and is unable to get out of bed."

  Zhuge Wu Ren sneered and said, "Since the imperial physician is useless, I'll have to ask Tian Shu to send some monks over to take a look at Prefect Yu. Even if it's a severe case of burns, there should be enough time to say a few words."

  Chang'an Prefecture has always been the most wronged and oppressed government office in the Great Tang Empire, just like a young daughter-in-law in a large family, helpless and suffering. Today, Emperor Xian, Tianzhuxi, and other powerful forces from all over the country have gathered at the prefecture, forcing the prefect to claim illness and not come out, while all officials are as silent as cicadas in winter.

  On that day, Zhuge's gloomy words were transmitted to the inner courtyard of the mansion. Fu Yin, the official in charge of the capital, knew he could no longer pretend to be ill. He weakly rubbed his sore throat and thought that yesterday afternoon's basin of ice water had been wasted. He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head repeatedly.

  The lady said anxiously beside him: "If we don't offend the Academy, we'll have to offend so many people. What can be done?"

  Shangguan Yang's ugly little eyes gleamed with a fierce and sinister meaning, coldly laughing as he said: "Wanting to force me into a desperate situation, wanting me to go explain to that Mr. Thirteen afterwards, what a beautiful thought."

  The lady asked in surprise: "Husband, have you thought of a good plan?"

  Shangguan Yangyu looked at his old wife with whom he had a deep emotional bond, sighed and said: "Don't be afraid later."

  After finishing this sentence, the county magistrate struggled to get out of bed, felt a hard elm stick from beside the desk, gasped painfully several times, and then gritted his teeth and smashed it on his own head!

  With a loud muffled sound, he suddenly had his head cracked and bleeding, and with two black eyes, he fainted.

  This time is really confused.

  The house was filled with the anguished cries of Madame Prefect.

  Just as Lord Fuya was performing "Who can be more miserable than me" in his bedroom, someone arrived at Chang'an Mansion.

  The official bowed to everyone and said, "His Highness is in the palace and couldn't rush over, so he sent me to take a look. I don't know what mistake Miss Sangsang made that would alarm so many seniors."

  Unexpectedly, this matter has shocked Princess Li Yu's palace so quickly. King Jing Lue furrowed his brow, he represented the imperial faction and could have not given face to the princess, but now no one knew which prince the emperor would pass the dragon chair to, so some things had to be done with caution.

  Zhuge did not offer any explanation to the official and instead used his silence to convey his attitude.

  That official, however, did not get angry. Before arriving at the Chang'an Prefecture, he thought it was a misunderstanding. Seeing so many big shots in the scene, he realized that things were not as simple as the prince thought. That little maid must have been involved in something very important. With a slight smile, he bid farewell to everyone and quickly informed the palace again.

  The steward of the princess's mansion had just left when the latest news spread from the back house. The county magistrate was already seriously ill, and he wanted to force himself to get up and hear the case with a heart full of holy grace and people's salary. However, due to high fever and dizziness, he hit his head on the door and is now unconscious.

  It's rare to see an official so diligent in government affairs, and such an excuse is also rare. How could Zhuge Wuren and others believe it? They stormed into the rear palace in a huff, but retreated with complex expressions just moments later.

  "How can our great Tang Dynasty have such shameless officials?" Zhuge Wuren exclaimed.

  He Mingchi thought of the terrifying blood hole on top of Prefect He's head and sighed: "It's really ruthless."

  Wang Jinglue said: "This official would rather harm himself than hear a case, I admire him."

  Zhuge Wuren suddenly said: "Since that's the case, I'll take this little maid back to the palace first."

  Wang Jinglue frowned.

  Zhuge said, "Later, someone from the palace will go and explain everything to the General."

  Wang Jinglue furrowed his brow as before.

  People come and go, snowflakes flutter down.

  Snow fell on the yellow paper umbrella, tree branches, and roof tiles, also falling on quilts. Perhaps because the quilt was too big to cover the little girl hugging it, or perhaps because people coming and going were thinking of important things, so they forgot that the person they were discussing was right next to them. In short, Sangsang standing in the bleak wind and snow was forgotten by everyone.

  So no one noticed her eyebrows were also furrowed.

  Sang Sang is an obedient little girl who doesn't like to cause trouble for Ning Que.

  So from the very beginning, Chang'an Prefecture summoned her to investigate the case and she came. These people made her stand in front of the prefecture and she stood in front of the prefecture, made her stand in front of the garden and she stood in front of the garden, made her wait in the wind and snow and she waited, until she confirmed that the official really wanted to seize her things, and even seemed to want to take herself into the imperial palace.

  Sang Sang was a person who could fight to the death with Ning Que for just two or three pieces of silver, let alone today when these people wanted to snatch something from her that was clearly worth much more silver. Moreover, it was originally left to her by Master Yan Se and Teacher, so her eyebrows furrowed.

  She frowned to show dislike and disagreement.

  She slowly poked her head out of the thick quilt, looking at the shameless official who wanted to take advantage of her and steal her things. A faint light flashed in the depths of her dark and translucent eyes, and then that light quickly ignited.

  Suddenly a gust of cold wind swept over.

  The solemn and majestic light in Shanshan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she slowly lowered her head.

  The wind is the air moving, and the reason why a strong gust of cold wind suddenly appeared at this time is that an object with a huge volume suddenly appeared in the air. That thing was a very fat young man.

  That young man was so fat that when he appeared in the garden, he brought a breath of winter wind, and then quickly dispersed the winter wind, bringing a warm feeling to the people around him, just like his clear and lovely eyebrows.

  "It seems lively here."

  Sang Sang lifted her head and nodded slightly in greeting.

  That young fatty looked at the three people in the courtroom and said, "If the prefect of Chang'an dares to hear the case, you can bring out the Tang Code again to try Sang Sang. If the prefect of Chang'an continues to lie in bed, then don't come out and lose face again."

  Zhuge Wuren's face turned stern and he glared at the man, his voice low and menacing: "Who are you to speak so boldly!"

  The young fatty didn't even bother to tidy up these people, took over the quilt in Sangsang's arms and said: "Let's go."

  Sang Sang quietly followed behind him, ready to leave, just as quietly as when they came.

  Wang Jinglue didn't know who this young fat man was, but he vaguely guessed his identity. Looking at the other's back, he couldn't help but feel some excitement, and with a light brush of his sleeve, he took a step forward.

  The young fat man stopped in his tracks and looked back at him.

  A faint, almost imperceptible breath of air suddenly traversed the distance between the two people. The gentle breeze that was still swirling around them did not stir, nor did the snowflakes that were slowly falling from the sky quiver, but Wang Jinglue's body began to shake violently.

  Wang Jinglue's eyes grew increasingly excited and fervent, his right hand trembling slightly as if grasping an invisible sword.

  The young fatty looked at his right hand, slightly furrowed his brow, and with some effort moved the quilt to his left shoulder. Then he casually raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and gave a distant flick towards the other person.

  With this blow, Wang Jinglue's chest and abdomen suddenly caved in, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, violently colliding with the wall behind him, amidst a sky of dust and debris, a shocking and terrified voice rang out.

  "Unbelievable!"

  "The divine finger of the creek under heaven!"

  Snowflakes stuck with dust gradually subsided.

  The young fatty looked at Wang Jinglue, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth under the broken wall, and shook his head somewhat uninterestingly.

  "Even if it's invincible below knowing one's fate."

  "After all, it's just invincible below knowing one's fate."