Yang Ruxin directly buried her head in Gu Qingheng's arms, not bothering about Jiang Baiye's disgrace; although he was a titled noble, his current state was truly unsightly, especially with so many members of the Imperial Family and officials present.
The Crown Prince and the others all awkwardly coughed and lowered their heads; what about the Imperial dignity?
Jiang Baiye, however, couldn't care about that now. The Emperor gave him three days to solve the case, and at this rate, thirty days would be a struggle. As long as he could solve the case, what did dignity matter? What did face mean?
"Why?" Nian Qianqian merely glanced at him lightly, and then in a flash of white light, she was already several yards away. In the next blink, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Master…" Jiang Baiye lifted his leg to give chase.
"Master," Congxin urgently grabbed his superior, "that person's martial arts are formidable; even on horseback, you can't catch up."
Jiang Baiye sighed.
