Master of Strange Dao

King Juan was diligently immersed in his work, an irreplaceable means of self-preservation.

At the peak of his career, he handled more than thirty cases in a day, and it wasn't just a matter of reviewing files and verifying stamps.

Reaching this level, within the Ministry of Justice, truly no one could replace him.

But now, he felt as if he vaguely saw the old path of Song Chengyue unfold before him, and he had already set foot on it.

He wasn't rushing forward, but the path led him onward at a flying pace.

After pondering for a while, he came to a decision in his heart.

When he came out, he saw Song Chengyue already waiting there, along with high-ranking officials from other departments and an elder of the Imperial Family.

Arriving so quickly within such a short time, King Juan couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for Song Chengyue. On a professional level, Song Chengyue certainly didn't drop the ball.

After the two parties exchanged greetings, Song Chengyue was seen with a solemn expression.

"Minister, don't waste any more time. I've received the news—the drummer's life is frail and won't last long, it's better to see him right away."

Song Chengyue spoke briskly, and upon hearing this, King Juan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Song was doing him a favor.

The more people who knew, the safer he was.

Although by doing this, Old Song was taking a risk too, because under normal circumstances, Old Song should have suppressed the news immediately.

The imperial elder had a sullen face, seemingly dissatisfied.

On the way, Song Chengyue leaned over quietly, whispering in the elder's ear.

"In theory, this matter should be reported to His Majesty immediately.

But given the gravity, and that it's already spread widely, there's no one in the Capital City who doesn't know about it.

A certain Prince, using the Jade Tablet, spread the matter within one incense stick after the event occurred.

It's impossible to suppress now; the current plan, regardless of the truth, is to seize the initiative first.

Old Prince, the times have changed; adhering to old methods will only leave us passive.

If we lose the initiative, our Daqian will become a laughingstock to the world.

For the honor of Daqian, for the prestige of the Royal Family, today I, Song, must act quickly. If there's any inadequacy, please don't hold it against me, Old Prince."

Song Chengyue whispered his explanation, and the elder's expression slightly relaxed.

"Lord Song acts decisively; minor details need not be minded."

Hearing this, Song Chengyue secretly smiled.

Bringing this elder along was nearly just like dragging him, certainly not because of his strength or sharp mind.

Solely because of his seniority, his high status as a clan elder of the Royal Family.

Also indicating that this was the Royal Family's own affair and defining the matter first.

Then, regardless of whether there's a monumental scapegoat or not, find someone to take the blame first.

Moreover, Song Chengyue was very clear that this time it's guaranteed to blow the lid off.

Emperor Qian could forget about having a peaceful retreat.

The one over there is really ruthless. How did he let a White Water Egg handle these matters?

A slew of individuals came, and No.5 was indifferent, saying whatever was expected.

Specifically choosing to say sensitive things, causing everyone to be startled.

After leaving, Song Chengyue humbly approached the elder's side.

"Old Prince, with His Majesty absent, matters of the Royal Family fall to you, revered elder. What should be done next?

The matter is grave, it's not good to ignore it."

The elder was trembling all over, instantly turning into an unsteady, trembling old man.

"I'm already old, my eyesight is failing, I'm afraid I can't make a decision.

It concerns the Crown Prince; let His Majesty decide."

He certainly understood this was about investigating the Crown Prince and the Second Prince.

Yet, it couldn't not be investigated; if not, should one day truly a Faceless Man become the Emperor of Daqian, that would truly be a catastrophe.

Song Chengyue got the answer he wanted, quietly retreating into the crowd without saying anything more.

And then, that day, a member of the Royal Family went to report to Emperor Qian without it passing through the Crown Prince's hands.

The Emperor, who had just gone into retreat a few days prior, was forced to interrupt his isolation.

Because the matter was indeed too significant, there's utterly no way he could make a decision with just a few words, he had to personally step forward.

Emperor Qian emerged with a face dark as soot.

He wanted to personally summon No.5, however, soon after, King Juan reported with a troubled expression.

No.5 was dead, his life force was like a flickering candle flame, exhausted completely, plus extending his life with Tiger and Wolf Medicine, he lasted until now.

Now, no medicine worked; he died directly in prison, with even his Divine Soul annihilated.

Coupled with that exceedingly heavy ominous aura on him, nothing could be investigated.

Either pretend this person never appeared.

But who would dare?

Such a matter concerning the foundation of the nation, how could it be treated as if it never happened?

As it were, unpublicized actions began within the Royal Family.

Using a pretext of an ancestral rite, the Royal Family closed the doors to handle this affair.

Verification must certainly be conducted.

From bloodline to Divine Soul, everything had to go through the motions first.

Only this way, naturally, there wasn't much issue, although not publicly stated, the Ministry of Justice had already concluded.

The White Water Egg conspirator, exterminated by the court. Some villains, unfortunately, escaped.

Now a certain dying White Water Egg came to the Capital, slandering the Princes, disturbing Daqian.

The conclusion was sealed and stamped by King Juan, and on the surface, everyone professed belief.

As for whether they believed it in their hearts, no one knew.

Yu Ziqing, upon receiving this information, couldn't help but laugh in front of Old Song.

"Emperor Qian still wants to save face."

"The Royal Family naturally wants to maintain its dignity." Old Song naturally didn't believe those claims either.

"Just wait, I reckon the Crown Prince competition in Daqian is likely about to reach a conclusion."