The efficiency of the Eastern Palace Guards was remarkably high.
Lu Ying quickly received intelligence that Shen Yinning had been abducted to the outskirts of the city in a horse-drawn carriage.
Xue Ling rode with him out of the city, reminding, "Your Highness, do you still remember what day it is today?"
Lu Ying's expression was blank.
Of course he remembered—it was the day the formal alliance treaty with Yan Country was to be signed.
Facing the howling wind, Xue Ling said, "If Your Highness is absent, Lu Zhengliu will most certainly agree to cede land and pay tribute to the Yan scoundrels. If the Yan push further, Lu Zhengliu might even bow down and swear fealty! This day is so critical, and yet Shen Yinning has vanished—no matter how you look at it, it reeks of a trap!"
The Zhaoye Jade Lion galloped along the official road.
Lu Ying clutched the reins tightly, his jawline taut.
He fully understood Xue Ling's concerns.
Yet even so, he had to find Shen Zhaozhao immediately.
