They had actually surrounded the outside as well?! Han Yang’s hands, hidden within his wide sleeves, clenched into fists. His nails dug into his flesh painfully, but he still endured it. The more critical the moment, the less he could show weakness.

At this moment, he had to thank his father. That father of his was the most difficult oddball to serve—displeased whether you spoke east or west. He had long since practiced under his father’s hand the art of speaking human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts, of deceiving both humans and ghosts together. His face twitching several times, he put on an expression of extreme shock and grievance: “Damn it! Son of a bitch! Where have I ever suffered such insult?! This isn’t over. You wait, just you wait! I’m going to find the Prince right now. What the hell are you even saying?! I don’t understand a single word. I’m going back to Datong. I’m finding my father!”

As he spoke, he turned and ran toward the open gate. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, Wu Feng drifted over like a ghost, blocking his path: “Young Master Han, don’t be hasty. Whether it’s a false accusation or not, once I finish searching, there will naturally be a conclusion.”

Han Yang glared furiously: “You—” His entire body trembled with rage: “If you don’t find anything today, don’t blame me for turning against you!”

Wu Feng looked at him with a half-smile, simply refusing to engage with his words, leading his men to truly search room by room.

Han Yang’s subordinates took the opportunity to all run over and surround him, watching the entering and exiting people vigilantly, watching the torches being lit. Their hearts hung suspended in midair, feeling an indescribable emptiness and discomfort. Softly calling out: “Young Master…”

Han Yang raised his hand to stop him from continuing, his gaze heavy with unprecedented seriousness. He laughed coldly: “Let them search. Let’s see what they can find.”

He couldn’t show weakness. Once he showed weakness, everything would truly be finished. He closed his eyes, concealing the fierceness and murderous intent in them, along with a barely perceptible panic. Now he could only hope Marquis Dingyuan, Lu Ran, and the others could hide deeper, even deeper.

But having said that, this place was only so big in total. This alley had only five or six households altogether. Wu Feng said he had brought people to surround this entire vicinity—where could Marquis Dingyuan, Lu Ran, and his brother run to? The more he thought, the more afraid he became. His hands clasped behind his back balled into fists, his palms already damp.

His subordinates all heard the implications in his words. One by one, they watched the coming and going people closely, not daring to say another word.

It seemed as if ten thousand years had passed, yet also not very long at all, when Wu Feng finally reappeared in his line of sight.

Han Yang followed his gaze backward. Behind him was emptiness—nothing at all. The guards following behind him all wore dejected expressions.

He only felt the nausea that had been rising in his throat instantly vanish. Putting on an appearance of explosive fury, he charged forward several steps in anger and grabbed Wu Feng’s clothing: “Damn it! What did I tell you? What did you find? You said I was hiding people? Who exactly was I hiding? What did you search out!”

Wu Feng scrutinized him with several glances, then turned his head away, no longer looking at him. After a moment, he said: “Didn’t search out anything. Trouble Young Master Han to make a trip with me.”

Han Yang laughed harshly. Both hands gripped Wu Feng’s chest clothing tightly, suddenly pushing him outward. The push made Wu Feng stumble before steadying himself. Then, with rage reaching the heavens: “Go! Whoever doesn’t go is a bastard! Think you can bully me because I have no one backing me?! You just wait!”

He viciously made his threat, striding with head held high all the way to Prince Gong’s manor. Upon entering, he took the initiative, whooshing over to Prince Gong. Both shocked and aggrieved, he recounted how Wu Feng had barged into his home today. Looking at Prince Gong, he nearly shed tears: “Your Highness! You must stand up for me… I know Commander Wu is useful, and I know he has a big temper, but he can’t just randomly pin crimes on me like this. Even saying I leaked information and secretly harbored people—ridiculous! What people am I secretly harboring?! What people could I possibly be harboring?!”

Prince Gong’s gaze gloomy, he turned around to look at Wu Feng slowly entering. Seeing Wu Feng’s grave expression as he shook his head, the sinister look in his eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

Watched by such a gaze, Han Yang felt cold all over. In this instant, Prince Gong seemed possessed by Han Zhengqing. His eyes were ice-cold like a venomous snake flicking its tongue—truly frighteningly deadly.

His mind was rapidly formulating countermeasures, thinking how he should respond, when he heard Prince Gong ask him: “Marquis Dingyuan—you haven’t seen him?”

Directly pointing out Marquis Dingyuan! All of Han Yang’s blood rushed to his head. Being asked this question made his entire body turn cold, but on the surface he put on an extremely astonished expression: “Marquis Dingyuan?! Isn’t Marquis Dingyuan in Datong? My father is still searching the entire city for him, saying once caught he’ll dismember him into eight pieces…”

Prince Gong furrowed his brow and waved his hand: “Someone saw Marquis Dingyuan—right here in Taiyuan.” Speaking thus, he carefully stared into Han Yang’s eyes: “Right near the residence where you’ve settled your subordinates. Could there be such a coincidence?”

Han Yang’s heart skipped a beat.

Prince Gong still stared at him unblinkingly: “The words your father told you—at that time, you also knew. Heaven knows, earth knows, we few know. Besides us few, who else knew? But news came from the capital—the matter failed! Not only did it fail, but I lost the most crucial nail I’d planted over all these years! Is this also such a coincidence?”

Watched by Prince Gong, Han Yang momentarily even forgot to speak, putting on an appearance of excessive shock.

Prince Gong then squeezed a trace of laughter from his throat: “This matter isn’t right. How could it be so simple? Initially only we few knew. Of course I have to investigate—and not just you, I’m investigating them too.” Prince Gong paused, reaching out to point at him: “Don’t feel wronged either. You’re not wronged in the slightest. Tell me honestly—was it you who leaked the information?”

Chief Aide and Zou Yanzheng were both his own people. He would never suspect them—Zou Yanzheng had followed him for so long, his wife, children, and elderly all held in his grasp. As for Chief Aide—though he had no children, he had been willing to risk his life for him and had an entire left arm severed. How could he possibly betray him?

Thinking it over, only Han Yang, this outsider, was most suspicious.

Han Yang stared blankly at Prince Gong. After a moment, he began crying out to heaven and earth: “What?! Your Highness, how can you suspect me?! I’m truly dying of injustice. My father is rebelling alongside you. This plan was even my father’s idea for you. If I were against you, wouldn’t I be against my father? How could I do such a thing! It must be that I’ve offended someone, and they’re gossiping about me before you!”

As he spoke, he looked at the expressionless Wu Feng.