That night.
The band of thieves was escorted to the dungeons in the Capital City.
Chen Shaobei entered the palace late at night to report the results to Mo Lingwei.
The night was deep. The Crown Prince, rumored to be tyrannical and cruel, sat behind a screen adorned with flying cranes and clouds.
Only a single lamp was lit in the hall. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Chen Shaobei could only see that Mo Lingwei was sitting in a languid pose.
"They've all been caught?" It might have been Chen Shaobei's imagination, but Mo Lingwei's voice sounded somewhat weary.
"Yes, Your Highness. Everything went as you predicted. The treasures you gifted attracted the bandits' interest. However, the Sixth Prince was frightened, and Consort Li was completely focused on caring for him, so no one was available to tip off the bandits. As a result, we captured all of them."
Mo Lingwei nodded lightly. "Well done."
The moment he finished speaking, his body swayed and he staggered.
